The Recipe Lyrics - Big Punisher

[Fat Joe talking] (Mack 10) 

Yeah, Terror Squad motherfucker! 

(And the Hoo Bangin affiliates.) Uh huh. 

I know you ain't think you was gon see this niggas. 

(Nope.) East coast, west coast. (It's all the same.) 

Joey Crack, Big Pun, Mack 10. 

(Speak on it, Joe.) 

Haha, niggas what! 

[Fat Joe] 

At times I feel like blastin myself, endin it all 

Niggas on my same team be prayin I fall 

Tellin the feds, that I'm still cappin the raw 

Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe 

Boy George-in it, livin the life of the fortunate 

Show you how warm my fuckin coffee get 

My crew often get the blame for hideous crimes 

Why do niggas stay platinum with the shitiest rhymes? 

Can't call it, all these niggas claim that they ballin 

But it appears your empire's fallen 

Fuckin with Joe and Pun, real niggas since day one 

The same cats you get ?terroria? from 

East coast, west coast, man it's all the same 

Niggas won't know shit till they feel the flame 

It's still insane, since the flow track 

Blowin your whole back, with the mack, we'll let ya know black 

[Hook:] X 2 

It's all about weight, work, guns, yay 

Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play 

Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray 

Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby 

[Big Punisher] 

Check what you never thought 

Pun and Joe, the kings of Nueva York 

Spittin thoughts with twin, Mack 10 the chicken hawk 

We the truest 'cause killers walk in muddy boots 

Once my dogs cut me lose, that's a bullet in your bubblygoose 

Fuck is you talkin like you crazy 

Barkin like you eighty 

Or have you crawlin, walkin like a baby 

Don't try to play me 'cause I'm not a playa 

Hey yo I shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potatoe 

I'm out to make a million dollies but still I'm rowdy 

So I hope it happen rappin before I have to kill somebody 

That's how it is in the stone jungle 

If you known to own a bundle guaranteed nigga gon mug you 

And no one love you when you broke as shit, focus kid 

Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die? Coke is in 

Blow your life away, that's a big price to pay 

You coulda been teachin your kid how to ride his bike today 

[Hook] X 2 

[Mack 10] 

I hit the la la, and grab the ya ya 

And if y'all don't get him, I promise I'll try 

Hoo Bangin affiliates is the williest so the silliest 

Really get to see just how fast the nine milly spit 

Mack 10, Big Pun and Joey Crack 

Real niggas push big weight and big sacks 

Y'all said it was cool, I got to ok this 

I usually want paytons, y'all bring the scale so we can weight this 

It better be pure, hope you ain't got a birdie mix 

Hey yo, put it up there, and make sure it's all 36 

I hope you can count nigga, better be precise 

If it ain't all there that's your dope and your life 

From the school of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx 

We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty blocks 

Hit doja like we supposed to, sippin on Hen 

TS and Mack 10, so let the games begin 

[Hook] X 2