[Intro:]
[Noreaga:]
Yo, what the deal, baby? I see ya, aight?
[Big Pun:]
Still not a playa but you still a hater.
Ha, Pun here! Where my horns at?
Where my horns?
That's right.
[Chorus:]
[Noreaga:]
Pun, you came up!
What, what? Makin' it happen,
From rappin' on the corner to possibly goin' platinum,
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
[Big Pun:]
Yo, I'll be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die.
[Verse 1: Big Pun]
Ayo, my word is bond, long as I'm alive, I'ma put it on,
Coulda gone to gee shit, thug nigga till I'm gone,
Weight of the Bronx I'm flippin', five boroughs thoroughly reppin',
Let's unite the city and step to the world as a weapon.
‘Cause everybody's checkin' for Pun, second to none,
‘Cause Latins goin' platinum was destined to come,
The inevitable, heavenly better than whatever you do,
We eligible, TS is incredibly credible,
For the revenue we getting' you open with lyrical dope,
And these breaths that are potent is like an injectional dose.
And it never quits,
Take it from TS's top terrorist,
Rapper slash hijacker bombin' tracks ever since
I was young, I wasn't always Big Pun,
It wasn't always this fun, ayo, I rose from the slums.
I had to pay my due, lay a few,
But I ain't sayin' who, stayin' true to the game,
No names, playin' it cool, just me and the crew
Holdin' it down long as we round,
We gonna keep sockin' it to you like Homey D. Clown,
Goin' down like Pac, ready to ride or die nigga.
[Chorus:]
[Noreaga:]
Pun, you came up!
What, what? Makin' it happen,
From rappin' on the corner to possibly goin' platinum,
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
[Big Pun:]
Yo, I'll be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die.
[Verse 2: Big Pun]
Ayo, ain't nothing changed, I'm still the same,
The way you remembered me since the centipede,
Harder, big blacker back in the seventies,
Try to remember me from my aggressive will.
The way I kept it real is more important than any record deal,
I used to chill on the block with Cuban and Seis,
I still do, but now it's in the blue convertible eight fifty,
My true niggas'll always be wit' me.
The shifty kiss me, tell me they miss me, then try to diss me,
Cause my wrist is covered in diamonds for life, sixty's the price,
Another fifty for the Cuban twisted in ice,
Niggas is sheist but I psych 'em out,
Though they like to doubt, I make ‘em all believers once I let the Tyson out.
‘Cause I can vouch for only a few, only the crew,
From the old school I consider loyally true,
I morally grew from a fool to a scholar,
Follow the rules on how to spot a plotter, that's cool for a dollar.
I wanna holla at my peeps that's reppin' the streets,
Wrestlin' the beast off chest, restin' in peace,
Blessin' my seeds, and watchin' over us,
Till I die, I'll align the souls with mine and shine for all of us.
[Chorus:]
[Noreaga:]
Pun, you came up!
What, what? Makin' it happen,
From rappin' on the corner to possibly goin' platinum,
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
[Big Pun:]
Yo, I'll be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die.