Let the Games Begin

(Big Punisher, let the games begin, you know how we get down)

What, yeah, Terror Squad motherfucker!

(And the Hoo Bangin and affiliates)

Uh-huh

I know you ain't think you was gon' see this ****

(Nope)

East coast, west coast

(It's all the same)

Joey Crack, Big Pun, Mack 10

(Speak on it, Joe)

Ha-ha, **** what!

(Run it homes)

Uh

At times I feel like blastin myself, endin' it all (No, no)

**** on my same team be prayin' I fall

Tellin' the feds, that I'm still cappin' the raw

Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porsche

Boy Georgin' it, livin the life of the fortunate

Show you how warm my fuckin' coffee get

My crew often get the blame for hideous crimes

Why do **** stay platinum with the shitiest rhymes? (Ha-ha)

Can't call it, all these **** claim that they ballin'

But it appears your empire's fallen

Fuckin' with Joe and Pun, real **** since day one (One)

The same cats you get to re-up from (From)

East coast, west coast, man it's all the same

**** won't know shit 'til they feel the flame (Yeah)

It's still insane, since the flow track

Blowin' your whole back, with the Mack, we'll let ya know black

It's all about weight, work, guns, yay

Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play (Uh-uh)

Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray

Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby (Speak it)

It's all about weight, work, guns, yay (What?)

Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play (Say what?)

Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray (Say what?)

Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby

(Big Pun!)

Check what you never thought (What?)

Pun and Joe, the kings of Nueva York

Spittin' thoughts with twin, Mack 10 the Chicken Hawk (This guy)

We the truth, 'cause killers walk in muddy boots

Once my dogs cut me loose, that's a bullet in your bubbly goose

Fuck is you talkin' like you crazy

Barkin' like you eighty

I'll have you crawlin', walkin' like a baby

Don't try to play me 'cause I'm not a playa

Ayo, I shot the place up and pass the heat off

Like a hot potato

I'm out to make a million dollies but still I'm rowdy

So I hope it happen rappin', before I have to kill somebody

That's how it is in the stone jungle

If you known to own a bundle, guaranteed **** gon' mug you

And no one love you when you broke as shit, focus kid

Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die, coke is it

Blow your life away, that's a big price to pay

You coulda been teachin' your kid how to ride his bike today

It's all about weight, work, guns, yay

Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play (Say what?)

Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray

Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby

It's all about weight, work, guns, yay (Say what?)

Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play (Sup?)

Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray (What's up?)

Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby

(Mack 10)

I hit the la-la (La-la)

And grab the (Ya-ya)

And if y'all don't get him, I promise I'll try (I'll try)

Hoo Bangin affiliates is the williest so the silliest

Really get to see just how fast the .9 milli' spit

Mack 10, Big Pun and Joey Crack

Real **** push big weight and big sacks

Y'all said it was cool, I got to okay this

I usually want Paytons, Joe bring the scale so we can weigh this

It better be pure, hope you ain't got a birdie mix

Ayo, put it up there, and make sure it's all thirty-six

I hope you can count ****, better be precise

If it ain't all there, that's your dope and your life

From the school of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx

We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty blocks

Hit doja like we s'posed to, sippin' on Henn'

TS and Mack 10, so let the games begin

It's all about weight, work, guns, yay

Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play (What?)

Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray

Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby

It's all about weight, work, guns, yay

Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play

Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray

Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby