Big Pun, Remy Ma - Freestyle With Remy Martin lyrics

Yo yo yo what the fuck, Terror Squad
All we do is battle what what, what what
Yo it's "The Dream Shatterer" strictly
For cream team battler
Ring rattlin' microphone fiend
Spline splatterer king of the throne
Bringin it home five nights
Up in The Source - five mics
Whippin' a Porsche - high price
Pumpin the 9-7
Rhyme heaven her voice is mindbendin'
Imaginin' Angie nuttin' but panties
And my 911 that's what I'm reppin' the thug
Tech and the glove
Step in the mud with less than
A SCUD I'm splittin' your rug
It's just I'm in love with Mrs martinez
Latin Goddess or Venus
You just happen to give me the hardest penis
You wanna see us apart
You're chasin the dark
Long as she run the battle she
Got a place in my heart

Yo yo, yo, yo
All of a sudden the big question is
Yo who this bitch Remy-nisce?
Is she really thorough with her borough
Can she represent?
Do Remy write every line and
Every rhyme that she spit?
Is she, really the shit
Is her flow really sick? Get off my dick
Keep your sorry ass compliments
I get mad quick y'all knowin'
Me ain't got no sense
Bitch don't try to play me
Because you not a player believe me
You don't really wanna see my gangster
It's easy to cock back and smack
The shit out a hoe
Had to leave niggas bleedin' just so
We could get our dough it get me heated
That's why I wild out for no reason
On the Bruckner, like fuck you
Gettin' weeded and speedin'
I'm untouchable nigga I ain't never
Have love for you niggas
Cause y'all pussy that's why I ain't
Never fuck with you niggas
Motherfuckers is scandal
On the avenue of Randall
Don't slip into some shit you and
Your click can't really handle
I ain't havin' it
Get the cash out the cabinet
Before I stab the bastard
Baby in the bassonet
I'll, body a botty bwoy, blow his gut open
Leave son chokin', gun still smokin'
Know how many niggas like
"I bet you Pun wrote it"
Y'all can all take a dirty
Dildo and deep throat it!