the tubes that get turned on for the red guitar that you
learned on the records you left me the
cookbooks the ten-inch TV that radio you found the thing couldn't reach
downtown I think I've had my fill so if you want the stuff still you're
gonna see it in a sidewalk sale old
boxes and broken chairs strangers can take this stuff away you're gonna
see it in a sidewalk sale on the lawn, a sunny day you're gonna see it
in a sidewalk sale someday
your face when you'd wake up schemes that you'd always take up the way
that you stood on the pedestal you were put on the moons you brought
around the stars that you
pulled down the spaces that you fill and though I want the stuff still
you're gonna see it in a sidewalk sale if every room that I walk through
in this place could be packed up
box by box I'd have a pile that reaches into space you're gonna see it
in a sidewalk sale and I'll be taking the money there strangers can take
this stuff away-Vaya
-Come on
-Vaya
-A vailar
[Chorus 2x:]
Where're my niggers with the big dicks? -Ahh
Where're my niggers with the hot whips? -Ahh
Where're my niggers living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad cheddar.
[Sheik:]
(Ayo Pun, I got you baby)
We play the front not the back, when there's beef I attack
Grab the guns and start lighting
Ya'll the bitch niggers behind cars scared to death like "yo, who fighting?"
How the fuck you teaching me I ain't got no obedience
Ya'll are made of shit I'm the thug's ingredients
And for my niggers I peel like fucked up paint jobs
Cover your block and put holes in you like old blankets
Fuck a bitch use a sock and wipe my nut what?
Run in your spot and use a Glock to get my cut what?
Smack you in public and embarrass you slut what?
Put you on punishment the same way I do to my son
And the only bullets by my stomach be the clip from my gun
And when my gun busts it's over so close the curtains
My silencer's like ch, ch, ch like birds was chirping
I like Boricuas ya know that Sheik be freaky
I put coke in their peepee then stuff the bras
Put some coke in the bras that look like coconuts
That's what's up don't have Sheik's click clack this up
Disload the back pack her bitch ass back me up
You know double R and Terror Squad niggers want they cut.
[Chorus 2x]
[Big Pun:]
I'm well know like Al Capone, full blown like Tone Montana
In the zone sitting on chrome stoned sipping on Champana
Rolling ganja up in Bible paper
A high that will take us through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob
I make the kind of green that hustler's dream
Busting out that custard cream
Piper cause I'm piped up with the mustard team
Plus the queen Fort Knox and hearts
King of medallions Monty Guard
Even Italians see my battalion prop the broad
I g