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Artist: big punisher, eightball, fat joe







[fat joe]

Yeah (yall niggaz is crazy)

Don carta bomb harder (we makin a bomb mayne)

Terror squad, what, what? (aiyyo, uh, ye-yo, terror squad)

Don carta bomb harder (suave house) what the fuck?

Violator, violator! yeah, uhh, yo..



No heart, thats why them other niggaz foul

Eight hit me in the cell, said to meet him in the a.t.l.

At 12 up in the gentelmans club

Where you aint fuckin nothin less you givin up dubs

Feelin the love, from tha killers and thugs

Players and pimps, ladies and gents, swift in the butt

Not givin a fuck, thats the life I live

Trife like this, blow you up wit yo wife and kids

I dislike my bitch, but I still gotta deal wit her

16 shot meal getter, thats why Im still wit her

For real nigga, you couldnt possibly lock with me

My squad be bringin more "havoc" than "prodigy"

Aint no stoppin me, I got killers thatll pop for me

Run up in my stash and give that ass more beef than broccoli

With no apology, yo blocksll be my property

Cop a seat and watch the terror squad prophecy



Chorus: eightball, big punisher



(this is for the heavyweights)

[8] make no mistakes

Thirty six os is my favorite kind of cake

(this is for the heavyweights)

We runnin from jail

Stackin that mail, tippin the scale

(this is for the heavyweights)

[pun] aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-d ice

Im so big, niggaz see me twice

(this is for the heavyweights)

We three guys, that dont play those games

You got beef with us, nigga say our names

(this is for the heavyweights)

Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-d ice

Im so big, niggaz see me twice

(this is for the heavyweights)

We three guys, that dont play those games

You got beef with us, nigga say our names



[eightball]

Yeah, yeah

Take it to the next level, joe, crack and big ball

Blaze up the hay, one two, mic check yall

All been warned, this heavyweight combination

Connected in the disclosed location

So niggaz wont be runnin up and make me have to slug at, above that

Part of yo body where your bulletproof hug at

Rugrat, you better find some mo kids to play with

Three titanic niggaz, we aint got to say shit

Our way shit, do some real make em pay shit

Them niggaz wit me that dont rap, them the ones that spray shit

Pop pop, with the chop chop, out the drop top

Drip drip, goes a nigga blood, til his heart stop

Hard times made a nigga write a lot of hard rhymes

Hard lines from my mind took eightball big time

With fat joe and big pun

I guarantee dont none of yall tricks want none



Chorus: big punisher



(this is for the heavyweights)

[pun] aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-d ice

Im so big, niggaz see me twice

(this is for the heavyweights)

We three guys, that dont play those games

You got beef with us, nigga say our names

(this is for the heavyweights)

Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-d ice

Im so big, niggaz see me twice

(this is for the heavyweights)

We three guys, that dont play those games

You got beef with us, nigga say our names

(this is for the heavyweights..)



[big pun]

Yo, aiyyo fuck you! fuck your whole crew for breathin

Fuck your mother, your father, your kids - for no reason

I dont give a fuck if you da wildest nigga on earth

Its one planet and Im the fattest motherfucker in the universe

You worse than a motherfuckin snake in the grass

Fake for the cash, wait til you pass ? ? , shake and you crash

You pay for yo acts, and all the mistakes you made in yo past

Hope you get raped in yo ass while you, takin a bath

Up north - you wouldnt last a day and a half

Ill bet my weight and my stack, a razor will slash, yo face and yo ass

Before you can say, "take me at last, Im ready for death"

Now you just heavnely strapped

A cherry with lips, a fairy or bitch, you barely exist..

.. you motherfuckers ready for this?

Grab your crucifix, tell God Im coming for your juicy lips

Youse a bitch, dont let me run up in yo crib with the ruthlessness

Bruising shit enough to hurt and pain Ill bring

Think yall pray for pun, nigga say my name

I dont play those games, you picked the wrong nigga to fuck with

Punk bitch, thats why yo mother suck dick!

What...



Chorus: big punisher



(this is for the heavyweights)

Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-d ice

Im so big, niggaz see me twice

(this is for the heavyweights)

We three guys, that dont play those games

You got beef with us, nigga say our names

(this is for the heavyweights)

Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-d ice

Im so big, niggaz see me twice

(this is for the heavyweights)

We three guys, that dont play those games

You got beef with us, nigga say our names

(this is for the heavyweights)

Artist: big punisher, eightball, fat joe







[fat joe]

Yeah (yall niggaz is crazy)

Don carta bomb harder (we makin a bomb mayne)

Terror squad, what, what? (aiyyo, uh, ye-yo, terror squad)

Don carta bomb harder (suave house) what the fuck?

Violator, violator! yeah, uhh, yo..



No heart, thats why them other niggaz foul

Eight hit me in the cell, said to meet him in the a.t.l.

At 12 up in the gentelmans club

Where you aint fuckin nothin less you givin up dubs

Feelin the love, from tha killers and thugs

Players and pimps, ladies and gents, swift in the butt

Not givin a fuck, thats the life I live

Trife like this, blow you up wit yo wife and kids

I dislike my bitch, but I still gotta deal wit her

16 shot meal getter, thats why Im still wit her

For real nigga, you couldnt possibly lock with me

My squad be bringin more "havoc" than "prodigy"

Aint no stoppin me, I got killers thatll pop for me

Run up in my stash and give that ass more beef than broccoli

With no apology, yo blocksll be my property

Cop a seat and watch the terror squad prophecy



Chorus: eightball, big punisher



(this is for the heavyweights)

[8] make no mistakes

Thirty six os is my favorite kind of cake

(this is for the heavyweights)

We runnin from jail

Stackin that mail, tippin the scale

(this is for the heavyweights)

[pun] aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-d ice

Im so big, niggaz see me twice

(this is for the heavyweights)

We three guys, that dont play those games

You got beef with us, nigga say our names

(this is for the heavyweights)

Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-d ice

Im so big, niggaz see me twice

(this is for the heavyweights)

We three guys, that dont play those games

You got beef with us, nigga say our names



[eightball]

Yeah, yeah

Take it to the next level, joe, crack and big ball

Blaze up the hay, one two, mic check yall

All been warned, this heavyweight combination

Connected in the disclosed location

So niggaz wont be runnin up and make me have to slug at, above that

Part of yo body where your bulletproof hug at

Rugrat, you better find some mo kids to play with

Three titanic niggaz, we aint got to say shit

Our way shit, do some real make em pay shit

Them niggaz wit me that dont rap, them the ones that spray shit

Pop pop, with the chop chop, out the drop top

Drip drip, goes a nigga blood, til his heart stop

Hard times made a nigga write a lot of hard rhymes

Hard lines from my mind took eightball big time

With fat joe and big pun

I guarantee dont none of yall tricks want none



Chorus: big punisher



(this is for the heavyweights)

[pun] aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-d ice

Im so big, niggaz see me twice

(this is for the heavyweights)

We three guys, that dont play those games

You got beef with us, nigga say our names

(this is for the heavyweights)

Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-d ice

Im so big, niggaz see me twice

(this is for the heavyweights)

We three guys, that dont play those games

You got beef with us, nigga say our names

(this is for the heavyweights..)



[big pun]

Yo, aiyyo fuck you! fuck your whole crew for breathin

Fuck your mother, your father, your kids - for no reason

I dont give a fuck if you da wildest nigga on earth

Its one planet and Im the fattest motherfucker in the universe

You worse than a motherfuckin snake in the grass

Fake for the cash, wait til you pass ? ? , shake and you crash

You pay for yo acts, and all the mistakes you made in yo past

Hope you get raped in yo ass while you, takin a bath

Up north - you wouldnt last a day and a half

Ill bet my weight and my stack, a razor will slash, yo face and yo ass

Before you can say, "take me at last, Im ready for death"

Now you just heavnely strapped

A cherry with lips, a fairy or bitch, you barely exist..

.. you motherfuckers ready for this?

Grab your crucifix, tell God Im coming for your juicy lips

Youse a bitch, dont let me run up in yo crib with the ruthlessness

Bruising shit enough to hurt and pain Ill bring

Think yall pray for pun, nigga say my name

I dont play those games, you picked the wrong nigga to fuck with

Punk bitch, thats why yo mother suck dick!

What...



Chorus: big punisher



(this is for the heavyweights)

Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-d ice

Im so big, niggaz see me twice

(this is for the heavyweights)

We three guys, that dont play those games

You got beef with us, nigga say our names

(this is for the heavyweights)

Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-d ice

Im so big, niggaz see me twice

(this is for the heavyweights)

We three guys, that dont play those games

You got beef with us, nigga say our names

(this is for the heavyweights)

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