My World lyrics

by

B-Real


Uhh, yes y'all baby
Yeah, yeah, work it out
Work it out dawg, work it out now
Uhh, y'all motherf*ckers, big dawgs in the house what?
Terror Squad what? Terror Squad what?
I ain't a rapper, I just bust a lot, off the top
What, yo, yo

[Big Pun]
The penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed
My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip
I never reject an offer to battle
Slap a coffin on the saddle
And rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio
n*ggas talk but they babble cause they ain't sayin' nothin'
If ain't blazin' somethin with the MAC I'm in the shack bakin' muffins
Fake the funk and get your rump roast
One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come close
Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin; my squad been waitin'
For the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin'
An orgi-nation of veterans built
With genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills
Invest in the real, don't get left in the hills
My tec and my steel turn your whole crew into vegatables
We blessed with the will to never surrender
'Cause my every agenda's in and out
Unseen like I entered the ninja
[Chorus]
It's my world girl, either love it or leave
If you was my girl, you'd be thuggin' the weave
Suckin' the blow pop, with a ring in your tongue
Baby don't stop, that's how you bring it to Pun
If this is my world, I'd be Tony the man
Call me The Godfather, controllin' the fam'
Runnin' the whole coast, I'd be a mafia king
Nothin but the finest diamonds in my watch and my rings

[Big Pun]
Stupid.. gimme yours
You be lookin' bunny rabbit
Give your pants bunny rabbits, what you know about that?
I ain't about to pop you stupid

f*ck the small talk, n*ggas know Pun keep the fo' c*cked
Don't walk too fast, might pass through the wrong block
Don't stop, keep it movin', the streets'll ruin
The average man, faster than, the motherf*ckin' teamsters union
We doin' dirt cause we gotta, five dolla a hour
Three kids and my motherf*ckin' big mama
My Sig Sauer got different plans, God knows I'm just a man
So hide your wrist if it's glistenin
Listen man, we just n*ggas tryin' to work it out
Listen friend, strictly biz it's nothin personal
We thirsty now and I ain't drinkin' out of plastic cups
Platinum plus (Thorough) crystal glasses with the fancy cuts
Fancy us, livin' life lavish
Drippin' ice cabbage, livin' in the six, with some white bad b*tch
Tight package I gotta pass
I'm from the ghetto n*gga, I like a lot of ass
[Chorus]
It's my world girl, either love it or leave
If you was my girl, you'd be thuggin' the weave
Suckin' the blow pop, with a ring in your tongue
Baby don't stop, that's how you bring it to Pun
If this is my world, I'd be Tony the man
Call me The Godfather, controllin' the fam'
Runnin' the whole coast, I'd be a mafia king
Nothin but the finest diamonds in my watch and my rings

[Big Pun]
Word life T. Squad holdin' it down, y'knahmean?
Gettin' this money by any means baby
Let me get the f*ck up outta here, 'fore I break somethin'
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