But I would've loved to hear
Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo
That [bad word] would've been incredible

[Big Pun talking]
Aye yaknahmsayin, it was just happen
We have our day, you know?
I seen him, I seen him, I seen him at the pearly gates, yaknahmean?
We keep it, keep it, keep it going from there

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, I dream filthy
My moms and pops mixed me with [bad word] and Whiskey
Huh, what a set up
Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off
Uhh, cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off
Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land
Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies
Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up
Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin [bad word] Cryin, know my friends is lyin
Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the lugars from [bad word] or they Desert, dyin ain't the [bad word] but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot
Giving cats the opposite of diets
You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye
I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me [bad word]  I need [bad word] (uh-huh)
Apoligies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter
If it was up to me you would be with me, sorta like
Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest
Silencers so you can't hear [bad word] still fear it, [bad word] don't ask me
I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still
 [bad word]  Freeway] [bad word] still gotta get his grind [bad word] get introduced to my home
I grew up in the crime zone
Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap
You keep your chrome cause the streets is chilly
Now get your grind [bad word] get introduced to my home
[bad word] grew up in the pro-jects, end up gettin mo' stressed
Mo' money, mo' drama you know a [bad word] keep his armor
Cause the streets are killin
Now get your grind [bad word] get introduced to my home

[Big Punisher]
Yo, yo
The penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed
My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip
I never reject an offer to battle
Slap a coffin on the saddle
and rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio
Niggaz talk but they babble cause they ain't sayin nuttin
If ain't blazin somethin with the mac I'm in the shack bakin muffins
Fake the funk and get [bad word] roast
One dose of the toast'll make you jump if [bad word] close
Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin; my Squad been waitin
for the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin
An orgi-nation of veterans built
with genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills
Invest in the real, don't get left in the hills
My tech and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bills
We blessed with the will to never surrender
cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja
It's my world
 [bad word] 

[Fat Joe]
I got that new F-N, call it that [bad word] [bad word] gun
Couple of hollow tips make you [bad word] [bad word] Crack pull up, everybody clear out
Anybody pumpin that rock is gettin aired out
I'm in that caddy with my [bad word] in the pack
Your mommy got a body but she itchin to clap
And I know you pitchin purple but we switchin the packs
Listen, don't make me hurt you I'm just givin the facts
On that I 9-5 swirvin to a town near you
My niggaz watch out for that Black Surburbans
And no it's not the Feds, man papi's home
And papi got it good, he could put you on
Listen, I done made abandoned blocks look hot
Nine to ten Benzes, a couple of drops
Couple [bad word] bands from the [bad word] cops
Just to see my niggaz eat and [bad word] and huggin the blocks
Crack a chestize 'em, right besides 'em
In front of a hundred million viewers, shouldn't surprise 'em
We from the Bronx where the may-ors lift up
And niggaz get shot in broad day cause we don't give a... [bad word] lit