| Pronto llegara, el dia de mi suerte
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| Te lo juro por mi gente
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| Te juro que un dia llegara
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| And we won’t stop
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| We always knew we’d make it
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| Even though you player hated
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| We still made it to the top
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| Puerto Rock Puro, not Menudo no I’m not the one
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| I’m studyin' Judo, you don’t know if I got a gun
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| It’s Pun, from the X side of things, baguette inside my rings
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| Everything I want I gets, bada-BING
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| It’s mine I Shyne like money that sound like Biggie
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| Fuck around my town, Boogie Down my city
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| Come around get pound, to the ground no pity
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| Watch the sound, fo'-pound twenty round milli'
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| Get smacked silly, for coming out your mug
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| I’m known for bouncin' thugs from the Tunnel to the Salsa clubs
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| Don’t matter, put the chrome to your bladder
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| Splatter your abs, have you pissin' in a plastic bag
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| That’s a drag now you abnormal
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| Don’t make me grab the Rambo
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| And put some motherfuckin' stabs on you
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| The night is young and I’m already fightin', hidin' my gun
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| Promoter buggin' screamin', who the fuck invited Pun
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| Pronto llegara, el dia de mi suerte
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| Te lo juro por mi gente
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| Te juro que un dia llegara
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| And we won’t stop
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| We always knew we’d make it
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| Even though you player hated
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| We still made it to the top
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| From San Juan to Bayamon, I’m the Don Juan beside the Don
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| Live long, get your party on
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| Don’t let the liquor fool you, cause I’ll stick it to you
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| Somethin sharp to the heart, or somethin big to move you
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| The Desert or the shottie, whatever you the body
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| That chose to be the dumb nigga at the party
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| Too much Bacardi started speakin' dumb
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| Then you tried to snuff Joe, must have been Puerto Rican rum
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| That’s the hardcore, two years a sophomore
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| Takes years to earn a pair of Terror Squad balls
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| So get lost or take one, bones I break them
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| Pigs are bacon, so get fried if they come
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| You see that? |
| I’m like G. Rap, 'Pac, Master P
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| All balled up with a twist of Marc Anthony
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| Recognize me I’m the one that’s cockin' the auto
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| Tony Sunshine please canten el coro
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| Pronto llegara, el dia de mi suerte
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| Te lo juro por mi gente
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| Te juro que un dia llegara
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| And we won’t stop
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| We always knew we’d make it
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| Even though you player hated
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| We still made it to the top
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| It ain’t over
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| I thought you ain’t like the beat
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| Te digo que no se ha acabado
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| La tierra del Borinquen donde nacido yo
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| Aha aha aha aha.
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| Es un jardin florido de magico primor
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| Aha aha aha aha aha aha aha…
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| Un cielo siempre nitido, que sirve de dosel
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| Y dan arrullos placidos, las olas a sus pies
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| Pronto llegara, el dia de mi suerte
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| Te lo juro por mi gente
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| Te juro que un dia llegara
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| And we won’t stop
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| We always knew we’d make it
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| Even though you player hated
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| We still made it to the top
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| A Puerto Rico |