Big Pun — Stretch & Bobbito Freestyle 95

[Verse 1: Big Pun] Skip the talk, pull ya guns out That's when the bitch comes out The dark, from ya heart I'll slit ya throat and pull ya tongue out Fuckin with the best, I'll burn ya flesh 'til there's less than teeth Dump ya bones in Western Beef Peace, hope ya rest in grief Left the wreath on ya grave and autographed it Big Dawg slaughters pastors during mass I don't support their masters Meaning God, I'm hittin hard as hell Niggas be givin the law an L When I get finished i'm larger then life but harder to kill Still I will remain the pain inflicter Givin ya hell to reign the victor Comin to get ya, playin the game the same as Hitler You picked the wrong nigga to fuck with Talkin that tough shit You couldn't have been a bigger faggot if ya sucked dick Duck quick and catch a hundred in ya temples If ya blunted, test the mentals And be found drowned with just cement shoes BITCH! [Verse 2: Big Pun] Brothers are rappin like Iraqi soldiers Actin like they crackin boulders Wouldn't pack a cap gun or attack a blowfish Always talkin shit Players that rather balk than pitch And often counterfeit Kings of New York on Mr. Walken's dick You make me sick to my stomach You don't really want it Riffin like you sniffin coke to scare me But you barely blunted You really done it, now you got me mad Boricuas be like: "Papi's bad" Makin fakers khaki when I'm droppin math Stop the laugh, that shit was Buttafuoco Niggas run like Pun's the Cuco You gon' tell your putos how I blew, you puto You don't ever wanna clash again with Big Dawg The master and one of the last rappers [?]