The Bigger They R

Lyrics

[Intro: Fat Joe, Big Pun] Yeah, uh It's South Bronx up in this beast, yeah Joey Crack, Big Shaq Big Dog Punisher in the house Terror Squad Crew (Terror Squad, what?) '96 'til Infinity (till infinity), yeah (yeah) What you want (What you want), uh (uh) Aiyo Punisher (What Nigga?) let them Niggas know [Verse 1: Big Pun] Yo, why you rhyming like you killing niggas, you ain't never feel a triggers Screaming that you real, but you're still beginners I make examples out you ample rappers, smack you, make you trample backwards Catch you falling flat then strap you back in Pampers That's a sample just to let you know, test me and invest in souls Especially on some flesh meats that was left on skulls Those opposing, holding grudges, will be holding crutches Motherfuckers blasting me, that's blasphemy, I'm old to roughage Who's the toughest? As rough as they come, I'll snuff 'em Any one of you bluffing, my name ain't Punisher for nothing Keep huffing and puffing, I'll blow your face in When me and Seis and my ace in the hole lyrical assassin be Triple Seis-ing Chasing po-po out of Puerto Town, loco 'til I part the ground In my coffin tossed into the lost and found Down in deep beneath the weather in my leather job Six feet forever, half-asleep— Bronx niggas never die [Chorus: Big Pun] The bigger we are, the harder we hit Shaq Crack and Punisher, lyrically fit for this type of shit Push us in a corner and we're coming out Fighting, what you're writing ain't important, not the spite, it's full extortion [Verse 2: Fat Joe] All hail the Terror Squadian, you need your guardian, I rocks the part-ian In a slam cruise, makin' moves like Penny Hardd-ian (Yeah) Cardigan sweaters and better (What) Strictly Dom P's and Cristi's, splurgin' G's as if they grow on trees Big toys for big boys, suburban Stallan cruisers Gettin' lucci like them surgeons in Cali sellin' Juras got sharpshooters from ball courts to criminal courts Get my point across with ill subliminal thoughts I ain't the Crack that smoke, Shaq'll leave the backwood broke Everything's everything, different strokes for different folks '96's is kind of social, it's divin' atrocious Play in Miami, Benny Hunter in my candy red Just the rosa, I'm supposed to be the man in charge Niggas be like damn he's lost, Keith, Pun, Armaggedon, Terror Squad From '96, I got new plans Die hard dick fans, but Shaq'll always be my man [Chorus: Big Pun] The bigger we are, the harder we hit Shaq Crack and Punisher, lyrically fit for this type of shit Push us in a corner and we're coming out Fighting, what you're writing ain't important, not the spite, it's full extortion [Verse 3: Shaquille O'Neal] My caliber's incredible, Shaq is irregular Huntin' down your sector-er, movin' like the predator Camoflaugin', check the ruh, rhyme wreck-terror Front line connect the ra-drastic measurer Round one, rep a niger-er in the spinderer In my crib, I create, send your ass up state A remarkable remake, you remind, I'll retake I was born as great, you re-enact your fate, fool Niggas in the borough 'bout to activate Expeditiously Shaq will get loose on breaks Twenty-four hours, seven days a week My God, tell me what y'all know about me I blow up your block like an M-80 or blockbuster Whether or not, my style's butter Niggas talk, shit, damn, y'all can't fade me You the past, bruh, gone like the 80s [Chorus: Big Pun] The bigger we are, the harder we hit Shaq Crack and Punisher, lyrically fit for this type of shit Push us in a corner and we're coming out Fighting, what you're writing ain't important, not the spite, it's full extortion [Verse 4: Easy Mo Bee] Break it down, Shaq, a few of these emo got that back black From Brooklyn to Orlando, we play, top-of-the-stacking 'em We racking 'em, tray two on the knapsack, click-clacking 'em With caliber, having a good time getting back at 'em TWIsM, get wism, recognize the O'Nealism Soul survivor, I strive, more beats is what I give 'em I live 'em, eat, swallow, and breathe one, heard you need one Word is bond, put that down on my only seat, son Running full-court, five mics in The Source Elbows and knees, please give respect to the boss The on-the-real, the on-the-regular, the go-for-jugular The rap smuggler, the giving-props-to-Smoothe-da-Hustler Rappin' is fundamental, sole survivor in the nation You face it, the crew next a few, man, lace 'em [Chorus: Big Pun] The bigger we are, the harder we hit Shaq Crack and Punisher, lyrically fit for this type of shit Push us in a corner and we're coming out Fighting, what you're writing ain't important, not the spite, it's full extortion