Big Pun - Resurrection (DJ Soul Tribute) lyrics

I'd rather be a dead man
And go out of this world as a man
That stood for something
Than to bow down like a dog

I know you heard the stories pun's a killer
On a search for glory
The Heavens cursing on me
That's why I'm stuck in purgatory
Niggas bore me with rough raps
My shit is truly for the cats that bust gats
Where's the noise, where my thugs at?
Where my dogs at? Where my love at?
Where my squad at?
Where my motherfucking nigga Joe the God at?
Ready for combat, being long-strapped
Long gat
Now disarm that, physically, making contact
We the wrong cats, you don't bark at
Better spark that, walk that, lock that
Trigger pump, cock back, park that, pop that
Right where the heart at take the Glock
Like make sure I don't pop that
You don't want that that's the final chapter
Feel you spinal rapture when I
Rip through your vinyl like a rhymin' raptor
I'm the Cappa like Don
I'm not a rapper I'm on
A fortified killer from the
Back of the Bronx, what!

First album
I let everybody know who the nicest
You know what I'm sayin'
Now we take it to the next level
The whole world know who the nicest
Know what I'm sayin'
Now you know, we finally get our due
You know what I mean?

Fuck all y'all non-believers
I roll with God, the squad n' TS
Out with the BS, we platinum
They even doubted Jesus
Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid
Brain-bolic with knowledge
Cock-diesel scholars holdin' it down
Walkin' around with gold by the pound
Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders
All in the crown talk of the town
Soakin' you down with toasts 'til you drown
Ghost you and grind your corpse with
A force that'll open the ground
Save the jokes for the clowns
I'm on a serious tip you keep playin'-
And I get furious quick
And I'll take you for a
Walk through the ghetto
You either spark your metal
Or get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep' the borough that
Mothered this rap shit i used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and
Mack on some mack shit
I used to have to pack a Mac
In the back of the Ac'
Now I relax and stack platinum
Plaques in my shack it's like that
But don't think I won't counter-act
My niggas is strapped
And quick to lay a bitch on his back
I'm swift with the Mac, quicker than Kung-Fu
With the reflexes of a cat
And the speed of a mongoose stupid!