[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 dick riders tryin' to corrupt the game

But what it bring?

Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' 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 nigga 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, I thrust for my plastic

I pack clips between my nuts and my fat dick

[Chorus: Pete Rock]

Grab a hold, 'cause you never heard a verbal murder like this

Cash comes before soul, so watch your shit

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 shit

Every cat wanna be enormous

Plottin' on the next one, murder one (The next one, the next one)

[Verse 2: N.O.R.E.]

Ayo, my whole circle make you feel it, like The Color Purple

My niggas comin' through and still hurt you

While y'all Kleenex cats will stay full of germs

We hit Fifth Ave., while y'all still hit Stern's

Don't really care 'bout y'all, barely 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 thuggin' it

Snatching niggas out of the booth, unpluggin' it

Strange Fruit, my niggas live to shoot

Yo, it's a strange thing, a nigga 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?

[Scratches: Pete Rock]

"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 N.O.R.E

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 fuckin' with 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 dick better than he hold mics

He spiked his punchlines with current events

Called for back-up 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)

Fucker 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 shit"

[Outro: Pete Rock]

Yo, yo!

Big Pun, Noreaga, Com' Sense for the '9-8

Get it straight