D.I.T.C. - Where You At? lyrics

[Big Punisher] Aiyyo it's funny dunn The two nicest n***as unite as one Collide the sun wit the moon, BOOM!! I leave you brighted from My full of clips, hawk the world into hell when a bullet spit Crucifix myself to the sun, now who you wit? Enter my world of doom, consume fear and feel the panic I ram a lightning bolt between the earth and moon And curl the planets I'm pan-Atlantic wit lyrics spannin for galaxies Battle me, mathematically, I'm givin your wisdom a cavity Rapidly flowin, controllin the time Flip over the line, I'm blowin your mind wit just a flow and a rhyme I'm Hogan in his prime, strong and fast You can bomb and blast, c'mon, you'll still be on your a** It's satisfaction guaranteed Wit Fiction like Quentin Tarantin' Kickin your baddest dreams, sh** you haven't seen I have to be perfectly honest You should have an anniversary to acknowledge the way I work the ebonics I verbally vomit on how much n***as try to get us With garbage lyrics, my style delivers it as the Outer Limits I'm like the pyramids cuz every point is precise Now you know me for life Six Pun, Cuban flooded wit ice Chorus [Big Punisher] (Milano) If I ain't home wit my fam (Where you at?) Stash crib, cuttin grams (Where you at?) If I ain't deep in some a** (Where you at?) I'm in the jeep wit the stash (Where you at?) [Big L] Check it, my whole crew holdin We all got rides wit extra features It's a bunch of ya'll, one got dough, the rest is leeches You probably mad cuz I be s**in divas I should pull this pistol out and make you touch your sneakers I'm on some cool out sh**, but I will pull this tool out quick And put some holes in your new outfit You frontin hard cuz you whip a Range But it's a 4.0, you nerd n***a, you heard Jigga now get your change You ain't a willy you a small soldier Give it up son it's all over And you never sold a, pound of cane You a clown wit fame, goin down the drain All yo' sh** sound the same I'mma shine pop-o, cuz when you got dough your rocks glow L got a hot flow that rap coppo I'm Uptown's smoothest, my first album left you clowns clueless Sayin I'm wack, you n***as sound foolish n***as hate to see L bubble, they'd rather see L struggle Cuz what they sell, I'mma sell double You wanna see rocks, then look at L's wrist If you see me in the club drinkin Mo' that means they don't sell Cris, what! Chorus