Yeeeah Baby

Intro: Big Pun <br>Yeah, sometimes you gotta fool em <br>Sometimes you gotta send a woman to do a man`s job, nawmean?<br>In this case, my girl hit like a grown motherfucking man <br>Y`all niggas better lay low <br>Catch you in a hurtin, nawmean?<br>Blow your balls off nigga <br><br>HOOK: Big Pun <br>Where my girl at<br>Quick to bust the mack, better believe that <br>She always got my back, nigga twirl that <br>About to blaze a sack, where the weed at <br>She don`t know how to act, cuz that`s my girl black <br>With that monster rap, better believe that <br>You know the Bronx is back, she represent that <br>Cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that <br>My niggas love to scrap <br><br>Verse 1: Remi Martin <br>I inhale the deepest, cock back and bust rhymes at your speakers <br>I`m troubled, shoot out the air bubbles in your sneakers <br>The type to cop a Range along with all the features <br>Then take the back streets to avoid the leeches <br>A pregnant bitch talk shit, I`ma destroy her fetus <br>Her dead baby popped this pussy, and his boys can`t beat us <br>Straight strong armin, bombarding, and bogarding<br>Remi don`t write her own rhymes, nigga, I beg your pardon<br>It`s Ms. Martin I done broke night in the studio writin <br>While fraud broads don`t get no publishin, still be bitin <br>They kill me lyin, like they the ones doin the scribin <br>When you can hear the ghostwriter, all up in they rhymin <br>I flows like water, got this drizzle with little C <br>Catch me with Pun eatin skittles in the middle of Little Italy <br>Y`all don`t know diddly, I spit hot, and drop shit<br>Every time I kick a rhyme, Pun I burn my lip<br>Take another pull, bust another shot, y`all can`t stop me <br>Come through in a jail suit, and the new Beef `n` Broccolis<br>Doin it, If I`m havin a good time and you ruin it <br>I seen a nice casket that`ll look good with you in it <br>New improved shit, the year start with a 2 shit <br>Next millenium, sell a million, clue shit <br>Exclusive, to tell the truth, y`all useless <br>Cuz I`m a dime that could rhyme you still on the deuce list <br><br>HOOK <br><br>Verse 2:<br>Remi Martin, dash, reminisce, slash <br>Remi, cash like a check in a stash <br>Me without rhymes is like a flynt with no flash <br>Stripper with no ass, car with no gas <br>Tryin to go fast, I love to hear the guns go blast <br>(Blau, blau, blau, blau) I love the sounds of the shells fallin down <br>Love to smoke weed, stay blowin trees, fuck liquor <br>When shit get thick, I love to hear my bitches raise his clique up <br>You sick, but I`m sicker, plus our guns is bigger <br>If you really wanna kill us, do it nigga, pull the trigga <br>How you figure, you could really come and take what`s mine <br>And all I gotta do is send a little letter to Rah <br>He`ll send the troops out<br>My brother don`t hesitate to pull a tool out <br>And I`m his little sis, so he taught me the same shit<br>Quick to flip, but your name should be prickless <br>Cuz every time you open your mouth, you suckin my dick <br>Talkin shit, as if you a soldier nigga <br>When you a no cash, low class, doja nigga <br>Y`all rock rocks, we bling bling boulders nigga <br>Look over your shoulder I`m in the Rover, it`s over nigga <br>Inhale, cock back and bust, just because<br>I know none of y`all busters is touchin us <br>I got the thoroughest thugs and, baby reminisces <br>That don`t give a fuck, with a aim that never misses <br>Hugs and kisses never, just slugs and stiches <br>Thugs and bitches forever, check the mugshot pictures<br>Fuck the weather, I still got my tan Timbs on <br>Just copped the pink mink, and winter been gone <br>I been on this thug shit y`all can`t seem to fuck wit <br>My shit is hot dogs, to top it off, still spittin mustard <br>No fair, cuz I don`t care I go to war wit a musket <br>Just give me some oreos, a jar of dro and two dutches <br>Cuz Pun be the nicest motherfucker on the market <br>Now he got the nicest bitch, what, Remi Martin <br><br>HOOK