Lyrics:

One of Big Pun & Cuban Link’s first recorded performances. The infectious beat is sampled from Buddy Baker’s “The Sign Song” over the drum loop from Lafayette Afro Rock Band’s “Hihache.”
('Yooouuu better watch your step!')
('Yooouuu better watch your step!')

Ayo, it's all love, but love's got a thin line and Pun's got a big nine
Respect crime, but not when it reflect mine
The shit I'm on is wrong, but it lasts long
Pull a fast one on Pun and wake up with your stash gone
I'm mad strong, and my cream is fast
Smoke the greenest grass, my bitch got the meanest ass
And it taste legit, I don't have to waste a whole case of Crist'
All it takes is my pretty face and my gangsta wit
Lace the clique, 'cause we all share
It's all fair like love and war, thug galore with the long hair
Big Pun, Pun, the name that makes the kids run
Like spelling murder reversed and deliver redrum
Come one, come all, if you wanna brawl, I'm the mighty Thor
Clotheslining motherfuckers like Steven Seagal
'Cause all you're gonna get, is your ass kicked or up in a casket
That's it (That's it?) That's it!
Punisher pass it, at last, it's rappers that really blast shit
Cats getting Big Willie niggas like Billy Bathgate
Up in Jimmy's Cafe, having caviar
Crackin' Cristal at the bar, smokin' cigars, living large
We rob and steal, run with the mob, doing jobs for bills
I'm hard to kill for real, nigga, guard your grill
I like to chill, spark an L and get high
I'm one hell of a guy, 'Fly, pelican, fly!'

'What up, duke-o?' You know, politicking, papi chuco
I'm out here, watching for Jake, getting this loot though
Shoot, bro – I got a waterproof suit, yo
Swervin' like a A.K.A. in Beirut, yo, squeezin'
Out of automatic M3's and please
You ain't seen no thugs like these
I can tell you lots of things that'll make you believe
In Corona, yo, it's better to take than to receive

Your career's on life support, and I'ma pull the plug
And have every thug shootin' that Beatnut drug
In they blood, no escapin' this
Niggas is goin' over their favorite shit ('For what?')
To be tapin' this ('What!')
World premiere, loud and clear, lah and beer
Get the dough, blow up the show, disappear
Jump in the Cavalier, feelin' marvelous
Street pharmacist, twist árboles
For pleasure, bring your territory terror
Keep my workers under pressure, got 'em saying 'Fuck Lester'
But that's aight, duke-o – my heart nowadays, too cold
Don't give a fuck where you been, what you done
Where you go, you know? Peep this, stay bent
In black shades like a secret agent
We're night thieves, roll up on you like sleeves
We light trees, bust deez, and stack cheese

It's off the hook this year (Cheddar)
Makin' mad money off the books this year
('Yooouuu better watch your step!')
Ain't nothin' but crooks in here
Gettin' mad money off the books this year
It's off the hook this year
Gettin' mad money off the books this year
('Yooouuu better watch your step!')
Ain't nothin' but crooks in here
Gettin' mad money off the books this year (Yeah!)

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Go, go, go, go ('Yooouuu better watch your step!')
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Go, go, go, go ('Yooouuu better watch your step!')
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Go, go, go, go ('Yooouuu better watch your step!')
Go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go ('Yooouuu better watch your step!')