Caribbean Connection Songtext
von Big Pun feat. Wyclef

WARNING
Yo, Wanna rumble with the Pun huh?
*Shit noise*
Shit on the whole industry
{1st verse}
Yo who puff more owls than Pun? Pile on more styles than Pun?
Who the one with over a thousand Guns?
Runnin up in niggas cribs like I paid the Bill
Make you squel the combination to the safe for Wealth
I lace your grill with the Firestarter
Hit your wife with the shotta from the shower pwers I Devour
I′m all abut the fundamentals, like Pun and Pencil
A piece of paper, a decent caper and someone to strafe You
My mental's compatible with the Radicals
My oddessey Type,
Qualities allow me to poli′ with Animals
Niggas is cannibals and the ghetto's a Jungle
Where you either bet all your bundles or struggle on the simple and Humble
My niggas'll rumble with any Man
For a Benny Fran


Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for twenty Grand
Niggas′ll slice you and dice you into a thousand Pieces
And pound out we jettin to the ground Uptown
Up in the Boogie Down,
Bitches swallow the Team,
Pile on the Green,
Surrounded in green like flowers in Spring,
For now I′m a King,
So its more than Money
All the honies used to call me Punny
Cause my fam was always Hungry
But now we rollin lovely, and you feel Worse
Want my money Let your steel Burst
Cause I'd rather see you in Hell First
{Wyclef and Pun 2x}
(Wyclef) Mucho Trabajo, Poquito Dinero
(Pun) Im selling Perrico
(Clef) Yo what′s the Deally Yo?
(Pun) I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro
{Verse 2: Wyclef Jean}
Yo, yo, yo keep the lights, keep the camera, all i want is the Action
The Battles on, where i roam in Composition
A hardcore crowd, waitin to see, if i Break
Like your first time in jail when you got fucked by an Inmate
It′ll never happen
I'm on balance like a Libra
And if i get murdered, Don′t Cry For Me Argentina
Pour me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my father
In three days, I rise like Christ and still Sober
Now my eyes open, in my hands i got the Gatling
Im looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to Satan
Fists of Fury,
You wouldn't like me when I'm Angry
I turn Mr. Rogers Neighborhhood topsy turvy
Foes and Enemies meaning the same in the Dictionary
This ain′t Pictionary,
All you see is the Cemetary
Bodies
From World War I and II is there
You dont want a third war, that′s nuclear warfare
So Big Pun,
Count the Stacks, Make It Fast
Illegal money turns legal now we runnin a Laundrymat
Your Hunchbacked and Wack Rap,
Is packed in your Backpack
You better off in DC with the mayor smoking crack
Yo, this ain't a diss, Wyclef Bomb Threat
Run out of the building or get blast in your Guess
Tec for Tec,
Or we can go text for text,
Oh I forgot,
You dont Read, So take this hole in your Chest
BLAOW
Hide the Blood, give you the Gun,
Run and Hide
So when the DT shows up, He thought it was a suicide...