Well she struck like lightning
Sent the blood rushing to my head
And she was so exciting
I took a walk I didn't have to be led
* And I had my highlights, I had it all
I thought that life was my crystal ball
Now there's a highway running
She drove a truck right through my life
** I jumped in to the burnin' fire
Led by lust and my desire
I jumped in to the burnin' fire
Led by lust my desire
Well I was born a preacher
Fire and brimstone I'm a Baptist man
She was God's own creature
What she didn't know you wouldn't understand now
* Repeat
** Repeat
[INSTRUMENTAL]
Well she skipped across the floor
And she looked so fine
With her hair flowing back
I thought she was mine
I dreamed on in my own head
Now lord I wish I was dead
** Repeat
** Repeat
I jumped in, I jumped in
To the burnin' fire
And you don't win
I jumped in, I jumped in
To the burnin' fire
And you don't win
** Repeat and fade out-Vaya
-Come on
-Vaya
-A vailar
[Chorus 2x:]
Where're my niggers with the big dicks? -Ahh
Where're my niggers with the hot whips? -Ahh
Where're my niggers living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad cheddar.
[Sheik:]
(Ayo Pun, I got you baby)
We play the front not the back, when there's beef I attack
Grab the guns and start lighting
Ya'll the bitch niggers behind cars scared to death like "yo, who fighting?"
How the fuck you teaching me I ain't got no obedience
Ya'll are made of shit I'm the thug's ingredients
And for my niggers I peel like fucked up paint jobs
Cover your block and put holes in you like old blankets
Fuck a bitch use a sock and wipe my nut what?
Run in your spot and use a Glock to get my cut what?
Smack you in public and embarrass you slut what?
Put you on punishment the same way I do to my son
And the only bullets by my stomach be the clip from my gun
And when my gun busts it's over so close the curtains
My silencer's like ch, ch, ch like birds was chirping
I like Boricuas ya know that Sheik be freaky
I put coke in their peepee then stuff the bras
Put some coke in the bras that look like coconuts
That's what's up don't have Sheik's click clack this up
Disload the back pack her bitch ass back me up
You know double R and Terror Squad niggers want they cut.
[Chorus 2x]
[Big Pun:]
I'm well know like Al Capone, full blown like Tone Montana
In the zone sitting on chrome stoned sipping on Champana
Rolling ganja up in Bible paper
A high that will take us through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob
I make the kind of green that hustler's dream
Busting out that custard cream
Piper cause I'm piped up with the mustard team
Plus the queen Fort Knox and hearts
King of medallions Monty Guard
Even Italians see my battalion prop the broad
I g