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Yeah, the foundation, LGP
Latin's goin' platinum baby
Yeah yeah, yeah
Year 2000, Terror Squadians, Terror Squad
You won't like me when I'm angry
We rock the party and
I guarantee you, you won't like me when I'm angry
Yeah, yeah, yeah Terror Squadians
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We rock the party andYeah! I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun
My fuckin' brother, makin' motherfuckers run for cover
The number runner son, I'm nothin' but a hustler
Burnin' rubber with drugs, stuffed up in the muffler
Shut the fuck up! Bust a slug through your jugular
Plus suckers get fucked up with golf clubs, never front on us
T.S. baby, straight out the B.X. baby
So if they B.S., we deeper than the U.S. navyYou ain't crazy, laid up in the club like what?
With all the ladies, showin' us nothin' but love

Guzzlin' 80, proof to truth, straight to the gut
In a Mercedes, Coupe fucked up doin' a buck
If jakes chase me, I'm cuttin' off trucks, pressin' my luck
It's all gravy, puffin' the blunt, blazin' it up
Maybe you hate me, 'cause your baby mom's on my nuts
She wanna rape me just because I'm sexy as fuck, so nigga what?Tear the club up 'cause we don't care
Everybody strip, yeah we don't care
Shoot the place up yeah, we don't care, nuh-ah
We don't care, nuh-ah! We don't care!! Nahhhahh!
Yeah, we don't care, T Squaders
Yeah, we don't care, fuck you nigga
Nah we don't care, nuh-ah
We don't care, nuh-ah! We don't care!! Nahhhahh!Yo, I'm livin' in mansions, give me the Spanish props
I got to have it
Loadin' and bustin' a mac, did shit in the past
Was grabbin' the girls on they asses
Duck when the mac hits or be dead before your body falls
'Cause when my shotty roars we ignore Guiliani laws
My trigger got no heart nigga, I'm blowin apart liver
And holdin' the glocks, call to the cops, blowin' the spotBaby better head for the hills, my niggaz wild for the night
My lead ready to peel this shit really real
My clip fillity fill your chick with a chill
My dick quick to kill, we fittin' to ill
No survivors, frozen Godivas or roses and flowers
Sour the grapes for those opposin' the Squaders
Thrown in the garbage, like funky pajamas, word to my junkie mama
I'ma keep it funky for homies livin' tomorrowYou fuckin' with scholars, street knowledge
Carter kids stuck to the projects
Go ahead keep checkin that mall
And me and Cuban gon' keep doublin' our chips
Keep talkin' that dumb shit like you want it
Yeah when are you gonna buck shit
[Incomprehensible] this mug shit 02.15Tear the club up 'cause we don't care
Everybody strip, yeah we don't care
Shoot the place up, we don't care, nuh-ah
We don't care, nuh-ah! We don't care!! Nahhhahh!
Now we don't care, T Squaders
Now we don't care, fuck you nigga
We don't care, nuh-ah
We don't care, nuh-ah! We don't care!! Nahhhahh!Yeah, Big punisher
Cuban link, Terror Squad
Y'all wanna party? Gon' party our way
Anything goes
The code of the streets, what what?

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Christopher Lee Rios (November 9, 1971 - February 7, 2000), better known as Big Pun or Big Punisher, was a Puerto Rican American rapper who emerged from the underground rap scene in The Bronx in the late 1990s. He first appeared on albums from The Beatnuts on the track "Off The Books" and on Fat Joe's second album in 1995, Jealous One's Envy, on the track "Watch Out", prior to signing to LOUD RECORDS as a solo artist. Big Pun's career was cut short in 2000 at age 28 by a fatal heart attack due to his obesity. He is survived by a wife, Liza Rios, and three children. Big Pun was the first solo Latino rapper to sell over one million LPs. His first stage name was Big Moon Dawg. His name comes from the Marvel comic book anti-hero The Punisher.

Born in the Bronx during the early years of hip-hop, Christopher Rios grew up in an athletic tradition, enjoying basketball, boxing, and other sports. At the age of five, he broke his leg in a Manhattan municipal park, which would later (after several minimum wage jobs in New York and Miami, where he briefly relocated) net him a settlement from the city, to the tune of $500,000. At the age of 15, Pun dropped out of Stevenson High School. Sometime during the '80s, Rios began to write rap lyrics, forming the Full A Clips Crew with Triple Seis, Cuban Link, and Prospect. After meeting fellow Puerto Rican and Bronx rapper Fat Joe, in 1995, Pun became increasingly associated with him, making his commercial debut on Fat Joe's second album, Jealous Ones Envy (J.O.E.).

After an advertising blitz, "I'm Not a Player" (featuring an O'Jays sample) was an underground hit. The song's remix, "Still Not a Player" (featuring Joe), became Big Pun's first major mainstream hit. His full-length debut, Capital Punishment, followed in 1998, and was the first album by a Latino rapper (and a Latino solo artist) to go platinum. Around this time, Big Pun became a member of The Terror Squad, a New-York-based group of Latino rappers founded by Fat Joe, with most of the roster supplied by the now-defunct Full A Clips Crew.

Big Pun was also a member of the Digging in the Crates Crew, alongside Fat Joe and various New York hip-hop legends such as Diamond D, Lord Finesse, Big L, and O.C.

Due to issues with his broken leg and drug abuse, Pun's health declined during these years. The once-athletic man struggled with overeating problems and weight issues for several years, his weight bounding between 450 and 700 pounds (200 and 300 kg). Though he checked into a North Carolina weight loss clinic and lost 80 pounds (35 kg), the final effort was not enough to save Pun's health. At the age of 28, on February 7, 2000, Big Pun died of a heart attack at 700 lbs. (300 kg).

Big Pun's second album, Yeeeah Baby, was already scheduled to be released at the time of his death, and was issued in March 2000. A second posthumous album, Endangered Species, was released in 2001, a collection of "greatest hits," new material, guest appearances, and remixed "greatest verses."

Pun's supporters generally praise him for his complex rhyme schemes, intricate wordplay, ability to stay on-beat, and relentless flow and breath control (despite his immense size, which would generally render his complex phrasing too difficult).

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