Big Pun, Cuban Link - Must Be the Music lyrics

Fuck is up with the morning show
Big Pun in the morning show that's
All I need to hear
"Big Pun what are you doing Pun"
Ed Lover, yo

Me and my thugs be up in
The clubs layin' the law
While you looking bugged playin the wall
We're trying to cave in the floor
Havin' to ball with the ballers
Terror Squad niggas who want it
Even the biggest dogs acknowledge
Payin how much? We obviously gain dollars
Let's mananas without your everyday
We make ballers take cowards of the
Top give me eight hours
I turn your powder into rocks
Check the scenery
Glass table, mad cocaine debris
And bring a key
When you hang with me everything is free
It's my treat, my suite all expenses paid
All my friends can stay
Cause this break is on emancipate
Nuthin more, it's on me butt galore
And head nut your balls
I'm makin money for these fuckin whores
Nice and raw keep it rugged fuck the bullshit
Skribble said it's all love as long
As it's the new shit

Must be the music (Turnin them on)
Must be the new shit (From Cuban and Pun)
That's how we do it (Big Pop is my shit)
Must be the new shit (They'll never stop it)

Yo it's the lyrical fly guy
That drive by your block in the Benz
I be hittin skins while I'm givin
All my friends high fives
I get live and tie your legs to my brass bed
Relax, get comfortable
Then hump you through the mattress
Cause at this I'm a professional
The best in the world
That's why I got so many
Girls on my testicals
I like em flexible so be able to stretch
And sex gets incredible when the
Cuban's on the set, i bet
I'll make you sweat like heat my Technics
Cause we from freak over feet on
Any day of the week i keep a hicky
Chicks pick me because they love the chinky
I kick a, I got them wrapped around my pinky
Like Biggie
I'm "Unbelievable" this Cubanito keeps a
Full tank of diesl fuel
Just in case you need to go that extra mile
In sex I'm Wilder than Gene
And in between the sheets
Im a show you just what I mean


I walk into the fuck-in Tunnel
(I ain't a player)
Bitches on my dick and wan na dance (C'mon)
I remember when it wasn't like that
(Hold it up Pun)
You call me blimp but now it's baby fat
Must be the music

We'll keep ya hot till the, day light
We'll keep ya movin all through the night