Toe to Toe - Intellectual

[Intro: Cuban Link, Big Pun]

Yo, what up Cuba?

Yo, man, yo, hold me down real quick, kid

Niggas wanna fucking front, know what I'm saying?

Ayo, let's do this, baby

Let's go around the corner, one on one?

One on one, twin

[Hook: Big Pun]

Let's go toe to toe

Any stupid ass can blast a foe

And let me know who man enough to go toe to toe

Somebody let me know

Who's not afraid to go blow for blow

And show how real niggas really roll

[Verse 1: Big Pun]

Yo, niggas know not to front, I can knock a chump

Out the box and just stomp, fuck a Glock or pump

So pop the trunk and grab your .38

I'll snap your fuckin' vertebrae and match your early date

To the pearly gates, my murder rate is phenomenal

What I'ma do is crush your abdominals

Save the talk for Donahue

This I promise you, Big Punisher gotta keep it real

A puerto rock gorilla blowin' spots like godzilla

A crowd thrilla' in the rap arena, the Bob Jab and weaver

That keeps niggas on their toes like ballerinas

[Verse 2: Cuban Link]

I'll bag ya team up in a hundred heftys

If you want it, come and test me

Son, forget the guns and knuckle up against me

I'll fuck you up like Dempsey but without the gloves

Spit out the double edge and wet ya motherfucking mug

Wit' blood, I'm rough and rugged, I shine like a nugget

I'm the last motherfucker that you ever wanna fuck wit'

Up it or get stuck by the Cuban Link

I do my thing bringing it back and forth like a boomerang

You can't hang so think again before you start rappin'

We make it happen, two Latin thugs too tough to flatten

[Verse 3: Big Pun]

Fuck the clappin', let's get to scrappin', grapplin' on the floor

Niggas thinking they hardcore 'til I lock the door, figure four

Break ya ankles, shank your face, make you scream "Thank you"

Hang you off the roof naked just to make an example

Handle ya business, in this game, there ain't too many winners

Any nigga can end your existence if his game is better

Hold your fort down whether with or without the four pound

New York down for whatever (What up, twin?)

[Verse 4: Cuban Link]

Whatever, I never back down

I hold my ground and pound a body like Muhammad Ali

Papi, we can lock up in the lobby

I be bobbin' and weavin', leaving niggas out of breath

Then I dig in they chest with my five fingers of death

TS bringing it live from the boogie, my crew be too deep

Our biggest pussy will make sushi out chok and suki

So for the rookies who be talking in riddles

How many hits it'll take before I break through your middle?

[Verse 5: Big Pun]

You too little, I'm cock diesel with evil intent

Leave you with dents, bent over fetal, while your people repent

Set it, let's get it on like Marvin, I'm starving to fight

Gem starring 'em slice like an orator carve with a knife

I'm deadly, niggas already dread me in every scary area

Beware of the jaw burier, big dog's the terrier

Tearing the ears off of artists, that's mostly cartilage

No bullshitting, you rip 'em right off just pull em hard enough

Rolling with us, you must be ready for death