Big Pun - Watch Those lyrics

Earth to Pun come in Pun
"Look at me, I'm the Water Boy!"
Yeah, yeah yeah
The levels the levels the levels be good?
Levels is good, levels is good? Yeah

You got to watch those, jokers who pop those
You know those, crusty-lipped snot nosed
Easy to spot those, actin rah rah
Talkin bla-bla
That's ca-ca, chill pa pa, no ah ahh (ah ahh)

I'm quick to dumb out
Run up in yo' crib with the guns out
Spray your peeps
Smack the baby teeth out your son mouth
Who can stop me? I told
Shorty I'ma shoot you papi
Caught him in the crapper with the clapper
While he was doin caci
I'll probably die in jail - make it
Through life and fry in hell
Either way I'ma lead the way
'cause only time'll tell i rhyme for real
Not that imaginary vocabulary
I really will stab you and
Every one of my adversaries
There's no remorse - fuck these thug niggas
Show me the boss
Gimme a hustle worth the risk
Of goin' up North i love my freedom
And you know I love my bein'
So sometimes I gotta get ugh and
Mug for my per diem
I'll see him in hell, we'll settle it there
Better it there
And no innocent bystanders to get
Hit with a spare
Like I really care who catches
Strays from the MAC
Like I really care who you paid
To rap on your track
Nigga you wack - you ain't
Bringing nuttin for us
I got songs with the Devil and
Jesus singin on the chorus
You can't ignore us
Nigga you know how we roll
Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole

You got to watch those, jokers who pop those
You know those, crusty-lipped snot nosed
Easy to spot those, actin rah rah
Talkin bla-bla
That's ca-ca, chill pa pa, no ah ahh (ah ahh)

Can't no comp come at me
This battle the Bronx'll
Back We got the nicest
Niggas alive talkin bout, "Papi's nasty"
Cocky crafty like Rocky sassy
Puerto Rock Apache
Posse not even the cops could catch me
I'm too fast - four hundred pounds
But I move ass soon as you spoke
I already smoked you with two jabs
My game is tight - you wanna play
Just name your price
Fame to ice, your brains your life
The game is sheist
And I'm the trifest on the field
Even in school I was nominated
The most likeliest to kill
This bastard steal, a full clip and a extra
And I'mma blast ya til
Your whole click respeta
Leave you muerta, it ain't me it's the metra
'tate quieta, the bitch got a bad temper
Don't surrender - you ain't got a chance
You be lucky to leave here half-dead
In an am-bu lance
So take a chance, but expect the worst
Put my foot so far up your ass
The sweat on my knee'll quench your thirst

You got to watch those, jokers who pop those
You know those, crusty-lipped snot nosed
Easy to spot those, actin rah rah
Talkin bla-bla
That's ca-ca, chill pa pa, no ah ahh (ah ahh)