Caribbean Connection (feat. Wyclef Jean)

WARNING
 Yo, Wanna rumble with the Pun huh?
 *Shit noise*
 Shit on the whole industry
 {1st verse}
 Yo who puff more owls than Pun? Pile on more styles than Pun?
 Who the one with over a thousand Guns?
 Runnin up in niggas cribs like I paid the Bill
 Make you squel the combination to the safe for Wealth
 I lace your grill with the Firestarter
 Hit your wife with the shotta from the shower pwers I Devour
 I'm all abut the fundamentals, like Pun and Pencil
 A piece of paper, a decent caper and someone to strafe You
 My mental's compatible with the Radicals
 My oddessey Type,
 Qualities allow me to poli' with Animals
 Niggas is cannibals and the ghetto's a Jungle
 Where you either bet all your bundles or struggle on the simple and Humble
 My niggas'll rumble with any Man
 for a Benny Fran
 Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for twenty Grand
 Niggas'll slice you and dice you into a thousand Pieces
 And pound out we jettin to the ground Uptown
 up in the Boogie Down,
 Bitches swallow the Team,
 Pile on the Green,
 Surrounded in green like flowers in Spring,
 For now I'm a King,
 So its more than Money
 All the honies used to call me Punny
 Cause my fam was always Hungry
 But now we rollin lovely, and you feel Worse
 Want my money Let your steel Burst
 Cause I'd rather see you in Hell First
 {Wyclef and Pun 2x}
 (Wyclef) Mucho Trabajo, Poquito Dinero
 (Pun) Im selling Perrico
 (Clef) Yo what's the Deally Yo?
 (Pun) I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro
 {verse 2: Wyclef Jean}
 Yo, yo, yo keep the lights, keep the camera, all i want is the Action
 The Battles on, where i roam in Composition
 A hardcore crowd, waitin to see, if i Break
 like your first time in jail when you got fucked by an Inmate
 It'll never happen
 I'm on balance like a Libra
 And if i get murdered, Don't Cry For Me Argentina
 Pour me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my father
 In three days, I rise like Christ and still Sober
 Now my eyes open, in my hands i got the Gatling
 Im looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to Satan
 Fists of Fury,
 You wouldn't like me when I'm Angry
 I turn Mr. Rogers Neighborhhood topsy turvy
 Foes and Enemies meaning the same in the Dictionary
 This ain't Pictionary,
 All you see is the Cemetary
 Bodies
 From World War I and II is there
 You dont want a third war, that's nuclear warfare
 So Big Pun,
 Count the Stacks, Make It Fast
 Illegal money turns legal now we runnin a Laundrymat
 Your Hunchbacked and Wack Rap,
 Is packed in your Backpack
 You better off in DC with the mayor smoking crack
 Yo, this ain't a diss, Wyclef Bomb Threat
 Run out of the building or get blast in your Guess
 Tec for Tec,
 or we can go text for text,
 Oh I forgot,
 you dont Read, So take this hole in your Chest
 BLAOW
 Hide the Blood, give you the Gun,
 Run and Hide
 So when the DT shows up, He thought it was a suicide...