Verbal Murder 2 lyrics

[Intro: Big Pun]
Yo, Terror Squad, Pete Rock collabo'
From the git-go, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Big Pun]
Ayo, it's such a shame
All these di*k-riders tryin' to corrupt the game
But what it bring?
Nothin' but pain and one in your f*ckin' brain
Ain't nuttin' changed since the album
I'm still wildin', I'm still violent
I've been waitin' for this moment like Phil Collins
For all my life, I've been trifer than trife
Hyper than hype when fightin' to fight
It's like tonight is the night
And I ain't even tryin' to let a n*gga slide
I've been dyin' to get a gat
I dare to try — now prepare to die
I rush your crib like a Jehovah's Witness
Blow up any soldier, infants
Hold up, did you notice my heroic entrance?
I'm so relentless in this field of rap
Everythin' is real in fact
Fully backed by bullies who be peelin' caps
I sack a rapper like a linebacker, play my rhyme backwards
You can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics
Things get drastic, Express for my plastic
I pack clips between my nuts and my fat di*k
[Hook: Pete Rock]
Grab a hold 'cause you never heard a verbal murder like this
Cash comes before soul, so watch your sh*t
Every cat wanna be enormous
Plottin' on the next one, murder one
Grab a hold 'cause you never heard a verbal murder like this
Cash comes before soul, so watch your sh*t
Every cat wanna be enormous
Plottin' on the next one, murder one (The next one, the next one)

[Verse 2: Noreaga]
Ayo, my whole circle make you feel it like "The Color Purple"
My n*ggas comin' through and still hurt you
Wipe y'all Kleenex cats who stay full of germs
We hit Fifth Ave., while y'all still hit Stern's
Don't really care 'bout y'all, rarely hear bout y'all
Yo', on our side, we do our thing
Play the cut, let the phone ring
Pete Rock connect team
From M-V to L-C, my thugs straight thugging it
Snatching n*ggas out of the booth, unplugging it
Strange Fruit, my n*ggas live to shoot
Yo', it's a strange thing, a n*gga never had a suit
Yo', so bust—what happen?
Remember the unknown's clapping
Kept stacking, move out the hood into Manhattan
Got big headed, misleaded, then dreaded
Yo', the beef deaded, his whole squad afraid to set it
Yo', I heard son, son is rockin' iceberg, thun
Got up out the hood, wouldn't believe that, this cat would
Head mad swollen, flamboyant, this man golden
Yo', the Senator, crime sinister, John Dillinger
Better respect my word like I'm the minister
What?
[Bridge]
"Verbally I catch bodies"
"Let's separate the men from the boys"
"Verbal attack"
"Big Pun," "Noreaga," "Pete Rock," "Common Sense"

[Verse 3: Common]
Yo', we just begun the story, Com, Pun and Nore
Look to the sun for glory as time runs before me
I'm after the day of judgment, I stood before the—
Jury, explainin' why I was in a gun orgy
He was f*ckin' wit' me, I ain't no duckin' MC
With the knowledge, there's a little thug blood in me
This stud bumped into me (What), beef it was finna be
My appetite for destruction is finicky
He was an industry type, influenced by magazines and snipes
Rocked Adidas, but he had no stripes
I could tell in high school that he had no fights
Hold di*k better than he hold mics
He spiked his punchlines with current events
Called for backup like one-time when he heard it was Sense
That deliver words with intents to kill
Whether the hip-hop type (Who?), country rapper or big Will
I peeled some raps back (What), that peeled his cap back (Yeah)
f*cker thought I was Abstract, now his life is backtracked
In the center of the party, his crew identified the body
Left him signin' the wait-list sayin', "I can't take this fake sh*t"
[Outro: Pete Rock]
Yo, yo!
Big Pun, Noreaga, Com' Sense for the '9-8
Get it straight