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[Drag-On]
What?
T-S n****
y'all don't know?[Drag-On]
Aiyyo its on, I see how n****s didn't learn
You is wrong, thought the fire didn't burn
Its on, me and Pun ain't from the Bronx
You's wrong, n**** we can get it onAiyyo, guns we toss 'em, and bodies we auction
To his family we tell 'em he owed us a fortune
Gimme forty-thou, you can have yo' child, you don't know
What I had to go through, to clap this clown, check my background
The last n**** to see you bleed, the last n**** to see you breath
The last n**** you wish you shoulda believed
And Drag move quick, blend right into a wall like a brick
The only thing you see before I blow off ya s*** is my wrist
'cause my hand the gun is covered in
Not this range, when I pump this pistol, it's very rare I miss it
Damn it on ya lips

y'all keep talkin' like y'all teflon with no weap-ons
N**** I'm pumpin my four, I ain't throwin no more
Nowadays n****s run upstairs, open they drawer
My circumstance, you ain't got that chance mines in my draw, you get it?
that's means y'all walks for two dicks, so don't be stupid
and make me use one unless you that b****[Big Pun]
Aiyyo it's one, you thought I was wack
You was wrong, album double plat
Yo its on, stop talkin s***
You was wrong, get off my dickHow dare you doubt on the ???, Big Pun the undoubtable
The only rapper that'll pull out a gun and slap the s*** outta you
You can't tell me nothin, I'll clonk you and stomp out ya belly button
I'm too violent for this rap s***, I should be out somehwere killin som'thin
Too quick to blast, some n****s talk s*** and dash
But I really will KICK YOUR A**
Juggernaut, I don't care if you a thug or not
I'll get Jamaican on ya a**, boy, with the Bambaclad
On your mark get ready, run, I'm sparkin' everyone
The one get locked stand back and watch where you from
How dare you come and try to s*** where I eat
F*** you n****, literally
Dick in your cheeks, you rich in the street
But I'm still gon' hit cha'll n****s
Because up north you be tossin salads with maple syrup
I know you hate to hear it, but everybody know this one
Why you always gotta be right n****, why can't you ever be wrong[Fat Joe]
Now it's on, from the Bronx where it's at
You was wrong, me and Pun brought it back
Now it's on, stay on with the gat
You was wrong, it's the Don, Joey CrackWho the f*** want beef with Joe Crack
Make your body fold back
Lift his soul with the chrome mack
I don't chat on the phone, 'cause the phone tapped
You heard there's money on the block we control that
I got the work in the pot where that stove at
Cook it up 'til its wack, get my dough back
You n****s so wack, tryin'a compete
I blind you with heat, I'm the reason crime on the street
I die for my peeps, keep an open eye when I sleep
Let you slide when I coulda put five in your Jeep
Who's liver than me? I ain't know you really want it
I'm like Christ, n****s beg for they life when they see me comin'
Ain't nodoby gonna stop my shine, you out'cho mind
Don't make me have to c*** my nine, pop ya spine
Neva did believe in the Don's
Since ninety-two I've been proving that y'all n****s was wrong[Remi Martin]
Aiyyo, it's on, though I'd stay on the block
You was wrong, now Remi on the rock
So it's on, thought I wasn't gonna drop
You was wrong, I was right all alongI told these n****s, that I was the sickest b****
And everytime you spit, I'ma spit some sicker s***
Ridicoulous, I reminise when I blaze the track
Tight s***, make a n**** want to play ya back
I'm hatin that, but I'ma make 'em all believers
F*** hot, I'ma come and straight drop a fever
Cop a heater, turn around and pop your leader
And for the followers, I'ma leave their heads hollower
Make your wig twisted as if I was Oliver
Layin' in a hospital, hooked up the monitors
That's for the game, y'all lames just came to first
'cause I ain't neva heard a b**** straight flame a verse
I blame the church, how God let you lie like that
Who scribed you for, 'cause you ain't neva rhymed like that
How the f*** you gon' tell me that chick is tight
She ain't 'aight 'cause she don't write, you wrongYeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah Baby
Songwriters
GOMEZ, MICHAEL A./SMALLS, MEL/RIOS, CHRISTOPHER/SMITH, RPublished by
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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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