Carribean Connection - Big Punisher F/ Wyclef Jean

[Wyclef] Warning! 
[Big Pun] 
Yo, wanna rumble with Pun hah? 
*loud farting noise* Shit on the whole industry 
Yo who puff more Owls than Pun? Pile on more styles than Pun? 
Who the only one with over a thousand guns? 
Runnin up in niggaz cribs like I paid the bill 
Make you squeal the combination to the safe for wealth 
I lace your grill with the firestarter 
Hit your wife with the ? from the ?shower powers I devour? 
I'm all about 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 
Niggaz is canibals and the ghetto's a jungle 
where you either bet all your bundles or struggle on the simple and 
humble 
My niggaz'll rumble with any man for a Benny Fran 
Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for twenty grand 
Niggaz'll slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces 
and pound out we jettin to the ground Uptown 
up in the Boogie Down, ? swallow the team, pile on the green 
Surrounded in green like flowers in Spring 
For now I'm a King, so it's 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 
Chorus: Wyclef and Pun 
*Wyclef sings something* 
[Pun] I'm selling perrico 
[Clef] Yo what's the deally yo? 
[Pun] I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro 
(repeat all 2X) 
[Wyclef Jean] 
Yo, yo, yo keep the lights keep the camera all I want is the action 
The battle's 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 
I'm 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 Neighborhood 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 don't 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 laundromat 
Your hunchbacked and wack rap is packed in your backpack 
Your better off in D.C. 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 don't 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 
Suicide it's a suicide... 
Chorus (fades out)