[Big Pun]
  Yo yo yo
  What the fuck, Terror Squad
  All we do is battle what; what, what what
  Yo it's "The Dream Shatterer" strictly for cream team battler
  Ring rattlin microphone fiend spline splatterer
  King of the throne, bringin it home five nights
  Up in The Source - five mics
  Whippin a Porsche - high price
  Pumpin the 9-7, rhyme heaven her voice is mindbendin
  Imaginin Angie nuttin but panties and my 911
  That's what I'm reppin the thug tech and the glove
  Step in the mud with less than a SCUD I'm splittin your rug
  It's just I'm in love with Mrs. Martinez
  Latin Goddess or Venus, you just happen to give me the hardest {penis}
  You wanna see us apart, you're chasin the dark
  Long as she run the battle she got a place in my heart
    [Remy Martin]
  Yo.. yo, yo, yo
  All of a sudden the big question is, yo who this bitch Remy-nisce?
  Is she really thorough with her borough, can she represent?
  Do Remy write every line and every rhyme that she spit?
  Is she, really the shit, is her flow really sick?
  Get off my dick, keep your sorry ass compliments
  I get mad quick y'all knowin me ain't got no sense
  Bitch don't try to play me, because you not a player
  Believe me, you don't really wanna see my gangster
  It's easy to cock back and smack the shit out a hoe
  Had to leave niggaz bleedin just so we could get our dough
  It get me heated, that's why I wild out for no reason
  on the Bruckner, like fuck you, gettin weeded and speedin
  I'm untouchable nigga I ain't never have love for you niggaz
  cause y'all pussy that's why I ain't never fuck with you niggaz
  Motherfuckers is scandal, on the avenue of Randall
  Don't slip into some shit you and your click can't really handle
  I ain't havin it, get the cash out the cabinet
  before I stab the bastard baby in the bassonet
  I'll, body a botty bwoy, blow his gut open
  Leave son chokin, gun still smokin
  Know how many niggaz like, "I bet you Pun wrote it"
  Y'all can all take a dirty dildo and deep throat it!