Big Pun, N.O.R.E. - You Came Up lyrics

Yo, what the deal, baby? I see ya, a'ight?
Still not a player, but you still a hater
Ha! Pun here, where my horns at?
Where my horns?

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Pun, you came up
What, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner
To possibly goin' platinum but when we roll
Are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I'll be ready to ride and
I'll be ready to die

Ay yo, my word is bond
Long as I'm alive, I'mma put it on
Coulda gone to jake, shit
Thug nigga 'til I'm gone
Weight of the Bronx, I'm flippin
Five boroughs thoroughly reppin'
Let's unite the city and step to
The world as a weapon
'Cause everybody's checkin' for Pun
Second to none
'Cause Latins goin' platinum was
Destined to come the inevitable, heavenly
Better than whatever you do
We eligible, TS is incredibly credible
For the revenue
We gettin' you open with lyrical dope
And these breaths that are potent
Is like an injectional dose
And it never quit's
Take it from TS's top terrorist
Rapper slash hijacker
Bombin' tracks ever since
I was young, I wasn't always Big Pun
It wasn't always this fun, ay yo
I rose from the slums
I had to pay my due, lay a few
But I ain't sayin' who
Stayin' true to the game
No names, playin' it cool
Just me and the crew
Holdin' it down long as we round
We gonna keep sockin' it to you
Like Homey D clown
Goin' down like 'Pac, ready to ride or die
Nigga la da le la la la la la

Pun, you came up
What, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner
To possibly goin' platinum but when we roll
Are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I'll be ready to ride and
I'll be ready to die

Ay yo, ain't nothin' changed
I'm still the same
The way you remembered me
Since the centipede
Harder, big blacker, back in the 70's
Try to remember me from my aggressive will
The way I kept it real is
More important than any record deal
I used to chill on the
Block with Cuban and Seis i still do
But now it's in the blue
Convertible eight - fifty
My true niggas'll always be wit' me
The shifty kiss me, tell me they miss me
Then try to diss me
'Cause I'm a rispy, crispy for life
Sixtie's the price
Another fifty for the Cuban twisted in ice
Niggas is sheist, but I psych 'em out
Though they like to doubt
I make 'em all believers
Once I let the Tyson out
'Cause, I can vouch for only a few
Only the crew
From the old school, I consider loyally true
I morally grew from a fool to a scholar
Follow the rules on how to spot a plotter
That's cool for a dollar
I wanna holla at my peeps
That's reppin' the streets
Wrestlin' the beast of chest
Restin' in peace
Blessin' my seeds and watchin' over us
'Til I die
I'll align the souls with mine and
Shine for all of us

Pun, you came up
What, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner
To possibly goin' platinum but when we roll
Are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I'll be ready to ride and
I'll be ready to die

Fa ye da da ya da da da da
Fa ye da da ya da da da
Fa ye da da ya da da da da
For my thug niggas, thug niggas