Caribbean Connection (feat. Wyclef Jean)

WARNING

Yo, Wanna rumble with the Pun huh?

*Shit noise*

Shit on the whole industry

Yo who puff more owls than Pun? Pile on more styles than Pun?

Who the one with over a thousand Guns?

Runnin up in niggas cribs like I paid the Bill

Make you squel the combination to the safe for Wealth

I lace your grill with the Firestarter

Hit your wife with the shotta from the shower pwers I Devour

I'm all abut the fundamentals, like Pun and Pencil

A piece of paper, a decent caper and someone to strafe You

My mental's compatible with the Radicals

My oddessey Type,

Qualities allow me to poli' with Animals

Niggas is cannibals and the ghetto's a Jungle

Where you either bet all your bundles or struggle on the simple and Humble

My niggas'll rumble with any Man

For a Benny Fran

Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for twenty Grand

Niggas'll slice you and dice you into a thousand Pieces

And pound out we jettin to the ground Uptown

Up in the Boogie Down,

Bitches swallow the Team,

Pile on the Green,

Surrounded in green like flowers in Spring,

For now I'm a King,

So its more than Money

All the honies used to call me Punny

Cause my fam was always Hungry

But now we rollin lovely, and you feel Worse

Want my money Let your steel Burst

Cause I'd rather see you in Hell First

(Wyclef) Mucho Trabajo, Poquito Dinero

(Pun) Im selling Perrico

(Clef) Yo what's the Deally Yo?

(Pun) I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro

Yo, yo, yo keep the lights, keep the camera, all i want is the Action

The Battles on, where i roam in Composition

A hardcore crowd, waitin to see, if i Break

Like your first time in jail when you got fucked by an Inmate

It'll never happen

I'm on balance like a Libra

And if i get murdered, Don't Cry For Me Argentina

Pour me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my father

In three days, I rise like Christ and still Sober

Now my eyes open, in my hands i got the Gatling

Im looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to Satan

Fists of Fury,

You wouldn't like me when I'm Angry

I turn Mr. Rogers Neighborhhood topsy turvy

Foes and Enemies meaning the same in the Dictionary

This ain't Pictionary,

All you see is the Cemetary

Bodies

From World War I and II is there

You dont want a third war, that's nuclear warfare

So Big Pun,

Count the Stacks, Make It Fast

Illegal money turns legal now we runnin a Laundrymat

Your Hunchbacked and Wack Rap,

Is packed in your Backpack

You better off in DC with the mayor smoking crack

Yo, this ain't a diss, Wyclef Bomb Threat

Run out of the building or get blast in your Guess

Tec for Tec,

Or we can go text for text,

Oh I forgot,

You dont Read, So take this hole in your Chest

BLAOW

Hide the Blood, give you the Gun,

Run and Hide

So when the DT shows up, He thought it was a suicide...