Ms Martin (featuring Remi Martin) - Big Pun Yeah sometimes you gotta fool em Sometimes you gotta send a woman to do a man's job nawmean In this case my girl hit like a grown motherf**king man Y'all niggas better lay low Catch you in a hurtin nawmean Blow your balls off nigga Where my girl at Quick to bust the mack better believe that She always got my back nigga twirl that About to blaze a sack where the weed at She don't know how to act cuz that's my girl black With that monster rap better believe that You know the Bronx is back she represent that Cuz Terror Squad got her back some say heed that My niggas love to scrap I inhale the deepest cock back and bust rhymes at your speakers I'm troubled shoot out the air bubbles in your sneakers The type to cop a Range along with all the features Then take the back streets to avoid the leeches A pregnant bitch talk shit I'm destroy her fetus Her dead baby popped this pussy and his boys can't beat us Straight strong armin bombarding and bogarding Remi don't write her own rhymes nigga I beg your pardon It's Ms Martin I done broke night in the studio writin While fraud broads don't get no publishin still be bitin They kill me lyin like they the ones doin the scribin When you can hear the ghostwriter all up in they rhymin I flows like water got this drizzle with little C Catch me with Pun eatin skittles in the middle of Little Italy Y'all don't know diddly I spit hot and drop shit Every time I kick a rhyme Pun I burn my lip Take another pull bust another shot y'all can't stop me Come through in a jail suit and a new B from Broccoli's Doin it If I'm havin a good time and you ruin it I seen a nice casket that'll look good with you in it New improved shit the year start with a 2 shit Next millenium sell a million clue shit Exclusive to tell the truth y'all useless Cuz I'm a dime that could rhyme you still on the deuce list Where my girl at Quick to bust the mack better believe that She always got my back nigga twirl that About to blaze a sack where the weed at She don't know how to act cuz that's my girl black With that monster rap better believe that You know the Bronx is back she represent that Cuz Terror Squad got her back some say heed that My niggas love to scrap Remi Martin dash reminisce slash Remi cash like a check in a stash Me without rhymes is like a flynt with no flash Stripper with no ass car with no gas Tryin to go fast I love to hear the guns go blast I love the sounds of the shells fallin down Love to smoke weed stay blowin trees f**k liquor When shit get thick I love to hear my bitches raise his clique up You sick but I'm sicker plus our guns is bigger If you really wanna kill us do it nigga pull the trigga How you figure you could really come and take what's mine And all I gotta do is send a little letter to Rah He'll send the troops out My brother don't hesitate to pull a tool out And I'm his little sis so he taught me the same shit Quick to flip but your name should be prickless Cuz every time you open your mouth you suckin my dick Talkin shit as if you a soldier nigga When you a no cash low class doja nigga Y'all rock rocks we bling bling boulders nigga Look over your shoulder I'm in the Rover it's over nigga Inhale cock back and bust just because I know none of y'all busters is touchin us I got the thoroughest thugs and baby reminisces That don't give a f**k with a aim that never misses Hugs and kisses never just slugs and stiches Thugs and bitches forever check the mugshot pictures F**k the weather I still got my tan Timbs on Just copped the pink mink and winter been gone I been on this thug shit y'all can't seem to f**k wit My shit is hot dogs to top it off still spittin mustard No fair cuz I don't care I go to war wit a musket Just give me some oreos a jar of dro and two dutches Cuz Pun be the nicest motherf**ker on the market 404

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