Big Pun: Drop It Heavy [Lyrics]

Probably one of my favorite Big Pun verses. We’ll be paying our respects to the Punisher along with Dilla today.

RIP Christopher Lee Carlos Rios:  November 10, 1971 – February 7, 2000 .

Hit the cut for the lyrics from OHHLA.

“Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed
But I’m God-retarded, ain’t no righteousness in this heart of violence
Hard as diamond but I’m in the ruff, listen up
If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it’s in the cuffs
Ain’t no snitchin us, bitchin us
Unofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was
Official thugs in the drug profession
Drug connections, drug addictions
Still seein the judge for drug possession
The four-D’s, all these is more reas
To either get big, leave or let live
We the best there is TS, ain’t nobody else
We probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf
I’m lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze
Don’t try to breeze, I’ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees
Just pass the cheese, please don’t test the toaster
My tech’ll roast ya body faster than Ferrari’s Testarosta
You’re gettin closer to death, Reaper’s got a hold on your breath
You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh
You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed
Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick
Now what’s the problem, you ain’t nuttin like you said on your album
I thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island
You was’t violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits
How pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics
I’m dianetics combined wit lyrics
My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I’m a shinin spirit
You gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison
You gotta cheer it, if you can’t win you better join em
I’m head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel
I’m the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils
Watch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours
Warlords, callin The Giant, it’s all yours”