Came Up-G-Side

Came Up - G-Side Yo what the deal baby I see ya aight Still not a player but you still a hater Ha, Pun here where my horns at Where my horns? Fa ye da da ya da da da da Fa ye da da ya da da da [Chorus] Pun you came up What what, making it happen From rappin' on the corner of blocks we going platinum But when we roll, are you still ready to ride Yo I be ready to ride and I be ready to die Pun you came up What what, making it happen From rappin' on the corner of blocks we going platinum But when we roll, are you still ready to ride Yo I be ready to ride and I be ready to die Ay yo my word is born long as I'm alive I'm gonna put it on Could've gone to gee sh*t, thug ni**a till I'm gone Where to Bronx I'm flippin', five boroughs thoroughly reppin' Lets unite the city and step to the world as a weapon Cause everybody's checking for Pun second to none Cause Latins going platinum was destine to come The inevitable, heavenly better than whatever you do We eligible, T.S. incredibly credible For the revenue we gettin' you open with lyrical d**e And these breaths that are potent is like an injectional dose And it never quits 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 saying who, stayin' true to da game No names, playin' it cool just me and da crew Holdin' it down long as we round We gonna keep sockin' it to you like Homey the Clown Going down like Pac ready to ride or die ni**a La da le la la la la la [Chorus: x2] 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 seventies 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 da block with Cuban and Seis I'm still do but now it's in the blue convertible eight, fifty My true niggas will always be wit me The shifty kiss me, tell me they miss me, then try to dis me Cause I'm rispy crispy for life sixties the price Another fifty for the Cuban twisted in ice Niggas is shiest but I sike 'em out Though they like to doubt I make them 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'm morally rude 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 reppin' the streets Wrestlin' the beast of chest restin' in peace Blessin' my seeds and watchin' over us Til I die them souls of mine I'll align the souls of mine And shine for all of us [Chorus] Fa ye da da ya da da da da Fa ye da da ya da da da