Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun

Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong

Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton

Hey, what about Pun?

Rudeboy, salute with your gun

Terror Squad leader, come down

When I was young I blazed the corner with a vengeance

Crack king descendant, 14 years old facin' a sentence

Me and Tone Soul still co-defendants

Know your legends, Fat Joe, Soul blowin' up sessions

Split dough with detectives to get my flow in protection

Through the ice on my gold you see your own reflection

Can't tell me shit about murder and movin' weight

I got niggas that's off the scale that'll bust through you and your mate

It's proven today, Armageddon's comin' sooner than late

We rappers that really blast, I know Cuban relates

50 niggas of terror, rockin' 560 leathers

Some of us are dyin' to gain but the name lives forever

Marked on my flesh to make my thoughts manifest

When I spark, no man's heart could withstand through the test

So apply the pressure like I used to do but Crack never left

I traded in my double breasted for a Mac and a vest, what the fuck?

Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun

Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong

Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton

Hey, what about Pun?

Rudeboy, salute with your gun

Tonight is a whole lot of fun, tell them, icin' this

From the heart of Kingston to the ice of Alaska

Buffalo Soldier, hardcore rasta, I am di original, fuck di impostor

Determined to make it with or without ya

No borders, no boundaries

I've got to take care of my enemies

Don't you oppress, elevate stress

Disrespect [Incomprehensible] wreckless

Artillery strapped over my chest

Bullet a-penetrate from right out to left

Skip and dive, duck like The Matrix

From the day I've been born I have been a target

Get, get, whenever, whoever disrespect Buju Banton

Never, Lord, [Incomprehensible] clever

Wanted, make di front page of di [Incomprehensible]

Terror Squad crew, you're takin' over, over, over, over, hear dis

Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun

Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong

Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton

Hey, what about Pun?

Rudeboy, salute with your gun

Little baby jacker, raised my little sister while you baby-sat

Why she livin' fat, she ain't got a baby back, ya heard?

'Cause where we at, it's either live or die

I seen a nigga sky high from blye 'cause he thought the shit was fly

I let you ride if you bustin', I let you die if you bluffin'

'Cause to die is the whole price of nothin'

You fuckin' with all brothers and Bronx bombers

Who want dramas, word to my dead and gone mama

Let me find the next muthafucka

Disrespect Fat Joe, the Don Carta

And I'ma have to jig a nigga like Shawn Carter

What's wrong, partner?

Punisher peel your banana, see you manana

Leave your mama covered with a white [incomprehensible]

That's right, I'ma be there with my guns

Blowin' the spot, I ain't got no hair on my tongues

'Cause where I'm from, we don't only talk the talk

We walk the walk, B-X, baby, New York, New York

Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun

Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong

This a Fat Joe and Buju Banton

Tell them, what about Pun?

Rudeboy, salute with your gun

Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun

Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong

This a Fat Joe and Buju Banton

Tell them, what about Pun?

Rudeboy, salute with your gun

Buju Banton, original rasta gangsta

Fat Joe, Terror Squad massive

What, what? Murderous, what?