The Bigger They R (Unreleased)

[Intro: Fat Joe, Big Pun]
Yeah, uh
It's South Bronx up in this beast, yeah
Joey Crack, Big Shaq
Big Dog Punisher in the house
Terror Squad Crew (Terror Squad, what?)
'96 'til Infinity (till infinity), yeah (yeah)
What you want (What you want), uh (uh)
Aiyo Punisher (What Nigga?) let them Niggas know

[Verse 1: Big Pun]
Yo, why you rhyming like you killing niggas, you ain’t never feel a triggers
Screaming that you real, but you’re still beginners
I make examples out you ample rappers, smack you, make you trample backwards
Catch you falling flat then strap you back in Pampers
That’s a sample just to let you know, test me and invest in souls
Especially on some flesh meats that was left on skulls
Those opposing, holding grudges, will be holding crutches
Motherfuckers blasting me, that’s blasphemy, I’m old to roughage
Who’s the toughest? As rough as they come, I’ll snuff ‘em
Any one of you bluffing, my name ain’t Punisher for nothing
Keep huffing and puffing, I’ll blow your face in
When me and Seis and my ace in the hole lyrical assassin be Triple Seis-ing
Chasing po-po out of Puerto Town, loco ‘til I part the ground
In my coffin tossed into the lost and found
Down in deep beneath the weather in my leather job
Six feet forever, half-asleep— Bronx niggas never die

[Chorus: Big Pun]
The bigger we are, the harder we hit
Shaq Crack and Punisher, lyrically fit for this type of shit
Push us in a corner and we’re coming out
Fighting, what you’re writing ain’t important, not the spite, it’s full extortion

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
All hail the Terror Squadian, you need your guardian, I rocks the part-ian
In a slam cruise, makin' moves like Penny Hardd-ian (Yeah)
Cardigan sweaters and better (What)
Strictly Dom P's and Cristi's, splurgin' G's as if they grow on trees
Big toys for big boys, suburban Stallan cruisers
Gettin' lucci like them surgeons in Cali sellin'
Juras got sharpshooters from ball courts to criminal courts
Get my point across with ill subliminal thoughts
I ain't the Crack that smoke, Shaq'll leave the backwood broke
Everything's everything, different strokes for different folks
'96's is kind of social, it's divin' atrocious
Play in Miami, Benny Hunter in my candy red
Just the rosa, I'm supposed to be the man in charge
Niggas be like damn he's lost, Keith, Pun, Armaggedon, Terror Squad
From '96, I got new plans
Die hard dick fans, but Shaq'll always be my man

[Chorus: Big Pun]
The bigger we are, the harder we hit
Shaq Crack and Punisher, lyrically fit for this type of shit
Push us in a corner and we’re coming out
Fighting, what you’re writing ain’t important, not the spite, it’s full extortion

[Verse 3: Shaquille O'Neal]
My caliber's incredible, Shaq is irregular
Huntin' down your sector-er, movin' like the predator
Camoflaugin', check the ruh, rhyme wreck-terror
Front line connect the ra-drastic measurer
Round one, rep a niger-er in the spinderer
In my crib, I create, send your ass up state
A remarkable remake, you remind, I'll retake
I was born as great, you re-enact your fate, fool
Niggas in the borough 'bout to activate
Expeditiously Shaq will get loose on breaks
Twenty-four hours, seven days a week
My God, tell me what y'all know about me
I blow up your block like an M-80 or blockbuster
Whether or not, my style's butter
Niggas talk, shit, damn, y'all can't fade me
You the past, bruh, gone like the 80s

[Chorus: Big Pun]
The bigger we are, the harder we hit
Shaq Crack and Punisher, lyrically fit for this type of shit
Push us in a corner and we’re coming out
Fighting, what you’re writing ain’t important, not the spite, it’s full extortion

[Verse 4: Easy Mo Bee]
Break it down, Shaq, a few of these emo got that back black
From Brooklyn to Orlando, we play, top-of-the-stacking ‘em
We racking ‘em, tray two on the knapsack, click-clacking ‘em
With caliber, having a good time getting back at ‘em
TWIsM, get wism, recognize the O’Nealism
Soul survivor, I strive, more beats is what I give ‘em
I live ‘em, eat, swallow, and breathe one, heard you need one
Word is bond, put that down on my only seat, son
Running full-court, five mics in The Source
Elbows and knees, please give respect to the boss
The on-the-real, the on-the-regular, the go-for-jugular
The rap smuggler, the giving-props-to-Smoothe-da-Hustler
Rappin’ is fundamental, sole survivor in the nation
You face it, the crew next a few, man, lace ‘em

[Chorus: Big Pun]
The bigger we are, the harder we hit
Shaq Crack and Punisher, lyrically fit for this type of shit
Push us in a corner and we’re coming out
Fighting, what you’re writing ain’t important, not the spite, it’s full extortion