Wrong Ones - Big Pun, Sunkiss

Yeah.

no more runnin

Hahah.

Yeah no more America’s Most and all that shit there

Rockin the mic now

Runnin with my nigga Pun Boogie baby

Lot of niggaz fronted

Said they gonna put me on, help me and shit like that there

But you kept it golden with me my nigga

That’s right, you fuckers

Dead, and still killin shit!

Chorus: SunKiss + Big Pun

I’m the wrong one to fuck with

Fuck with me and you’ll get stuck quick, fuck you suck dick, hah

You ain’t got no wins in mi casa

Que te pasa, you ain’t even in my clasa

I’m the wrong one to fuck with

Drivebys in the truck quick, fuck you suck dick, hah

You ain’t got no wins in mi casa

Que te pasa, hah ha.

I’m as wicked as Hitler first born

Cause of me, lot of old ladies purse gone

«Kill Niggaz Softly» but not with her song

Matter of fact I kill em viciously, brutally

Strip them clowns down to nudity

Shove the chrome where they doodoo be

It’s a stick up, don’t try to get brave

Don’t even chance it Duke

I want y’all motherfuckers strippin like you dance for Luke

Don’t stop, give it give it — or you gon' get it get it

Get your fuckin Yankee fitted splitted when I spit it spit it

Y’all faggot rappers funny as Saturday Night Live

Creep through in a white 5 and snipe five

Y’all got some trife wives

Show me where y’all re' at, where the ki' at

Sleep eat shit and pee at, park your 3 at

Spark like Vietnam, tell your mom through the intercom,

«UPS ma’am sign here,» send a bomb

Leave that bitch — roasted and toasted like a chestnut

And if I run out of milk, for cereals, I leave her breasts cut

Got this pitbull and I feed him fresh guts — sick em Cujo!

Steal your bitch and dick the culo

Slam yo' ass and I don’t know a lick of judo

Fly to P.R. — stick Menudo

Come back, cop a 6 with two-do'

Cop a brick from you know who, Julio Crew

From Washington Heights in jail I had niggaz washin my Nike’s

Now I’m squashin the mic, extortionist type

Harsh with a knife

I’m flossin yo' ice on some Bronx shit tonight

Chorus

Cannibalism is livin in my metabolism

Givin em spasms and aneurisms at baby baptisms

That’s all my thugs thinkin bout, drinkin your blood

Boriquans love flooded rugs bloody and bloated mugs