Letter to Pun Lyrics
| Song | Letter to Pun |
| Artist | Cuban Link |
| Album | Chain Reaction |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Delgado | |
| What up twin | |
| Im just sittin back man thinking about all the good times we had | |
| Theres a lot of things been going on since you been gone | |
| I just thought it was time for me to sit down and write you a letter | |
| You know what I am sayin, a letter from the heart | |
| Yo, yo | |
| Before I take a shot, I always make a toast to the sky | |
| Blow somesmoke in the air so we both can get high | |
| At night I hold my rosarys tight and hope to get by | |
| Close my eyes and ask the lord why he chose you to die | |
| Though, I believe in God, I chose my own road cause of pride | |
| I dont abide to no bible cause most of them lie | |
| Lifes like a roller coaster ride, just try to hold on and drive | |
| Its all about surviving, one day we all gonna die | |
| I tried to hide all these feelings I was holding inside | |
| Cause they always told me thugs aint suppose to cry | |
| And show their emotional side | |
| But, it soaked up my eyes | |
| Cause I never had nobody really close to me die | |
| Couldnt understand it at first, so how do this work | |
| You were just here full of cheer, now I'm following your hearse | |
| Its outta this earth, I felt like I was damn with a curse | |
| Had to light candle in church to handle the hurt | |
| In retrospect, I always respect the man that you were | |
| A man of your word that always put his family first | |
| With talent superb all you wanted was to be heard | |
| And You got your chance all of your fans are proud of your work | |
| You made it outta of the dirt and got on top of the world | |
| But you still stood in the hood with your son and to little girls | |
| You in iced out chains, your wife was rockin the pearls | |
| You lived a ghetto fabulous life, the Bronx was your borough | |
| And when the fame came you never changed. You kept it so thorough | |
| We did the same thing, poppin champagne to we earled | |
| You shocked the world, twin, every time you rapped on a track | |
| You had cats like How this fat dude could flow like that? | |
| Is he black? Is he packin the mack in the back of the acc? | |
| The only Spanish rapper to snatch up a platinum plaque | |
| Thats a fact. Its been written in stones, from here to Rome | |
| When it comes to spittin them poems. You sit on the throne | |
| I wish you was home. Life is so different alone | |
| Spoke to Liza and the kids, little Chris is so grown | |
| Hes your own spittin image. Its just like you were cloned | |
| You know I treasure Manda and Sesha, like they were my own | |
| Lizas still tryin to get it together | |
| She had your back through the stormy weather | |
| For that, I will never forget her | |
| Times are tougher then leather | |
| As for me, things could be better | |
| I needed to clear my head up | |
| Thats why I had to write you this letter | |
| Since you been gone, Joes been stronger then ever, still with Laurena | |
| How can he go to bed knowing hes stealin your cheddar? | |
| About a mil or better. To me hes as real as pleather | |
| We built this together. Still, in all he had me set up | |
| I should of known better | |
| I let it ride for too long | |
| Let it slide for too long | |
| Let it hide for too long | |
| Now I am tryin to move on | |
| Without tryin to do wrong | |
| but my pride is too strong | |
| Im a ride through the storm | |
| With a hundred troops strong | |
| No bullet-proofs on | |
| Glocks cocked and locked and ready to shoot form | |
| Im just tryin to put you on twin, to whats going on | |
| A lot of back stabbin since you been gone | |
| A lot of whack rappin comin from the so-called Don | |
| A lot of black ballin happenin. No matter twin, I'm still going strong | |
| Tonys still singin songs, tryin to swing it along | |
| Hes no longer foundation, sayin Joe put him on | |
| Hes dead wrong | |
| Armeggedion still aint on | |
| Prospect- back in the projects, livin with moms | |
| Words born | |
| Remys the realist, she know what the deal is | |
| feelin like there is still a chance wishin you could come and heal us | |
| But the thrill is gone, I'm no longer part of that | |
| Im back where I started at | |
| Thats where my heart is at | |
| Cause God knows how hard I scrap | |
| To try to keep it from this | |
| I been a team player, he chose to play at his own risk | |
| Sunkiss still comes around, we still get down | |
| We puff a pound whenever Chuck and C come into town | |
| Toom is illin, hes down in Orlando makin a killin | |
| Buildin his own army with soldiers, ready and willin | |
| Me and Seis still be chillin | |
| Hes fine as well | |
| Still rhymin, still grindin, only time will tell | |
| Gillys stressed out, tryin to figure out his next route | |
| Feelin left out | |
| No more T.S, he checked out | |
| Xed out his tattoos , but he still got you | |
| B is still with me. Full A Clips our old school crew | |
| He stayed true, always been the coolest nigga we knew | |
| Boobys up in the videos with you know who | |
| You was the glue to the puzzle, the key to the struggle | |
| The reason I even chose to be in this hustle | |
| Twin, I love you | |
| No matter what or who tries to judge you | |
| Theres nothing worst than family and friends tryin to fuck you | |
| I stuck through it all, and this is what it all lead up to | |
| Its the closest ones to you that will stick it in and cut you | |
| So much for being humble. I'm comin through with the shovels | |
| Tombstones and all, and turn the hard rocks to rubble | |
| On the double, so you can be at peace with your troubles | |
| Cause even after death, you stress from all these scuffles | |
| Guzzle the liquor, snuffing walls till theres blood on my knuckles | |
| Watchin the devil chuckle, hopin I break down and buckle | |
| In this jungle, its all about survival of the fittest | |
| Though you died, you never rid us | |
| Twin your still alive in spirit. I can feel it | |
| I know your up in heaven right now | |
| Hangin out in thugs mansion. You and Pac, whilin out | |
| Livin the kings lifestyle, with platinum wings iced out | |
| Bet you and Biggie in the Angels lounge, poppin Crystal | |
| Getting high with Freaky Tah, lightin up white owls | |
| Thuggin it out with Big L, rollin dice on the clouds | |
| Aaliyah, smilin down. Left Eye is still type wild | |
| Buggin out, partyin, every bodys up in the house | |
| You kickin freestyles while Master J hypes up the crowd | |
| Aint no fights breakin out, its all love right now | |
| Im just writing down how I feel hopin you hear me | |
| Puttin my heart and soul in it, so you can see it all clearly | |
| I hold you dearly in my thoughts cause like you theres no other | |
| Sincerely Yours, Cuban Link, your twin your brother | |
| Baby I love you! | |
| (Outro) | |
| I still got your back twin | |
| Your brothers here | |
| You even got your own day up in the Bronx | |
| We on top of the world | |
| Yeah I'm a ride with you baby | |
| Ill always ride with you til the day I die | |
| Thats my word |
| zuo qu : Delgado | |
| What up twin | |
| Im just sittin back man thinking about all the good times we had | |
| Theres a lot of things been going on since you been gone | |
| I just thought it was time for me to sit down and write you a letter | |
| You know what I am sayin, a letter from the heart | |
| Yo, yo | |
| Before I take a shot, I always make a toast to the sky | |
| Blow somesmoke in the air so we both can get high | |
| At night I hold my rosarys tight and hope to get by | |
| Close my eyes and ask the lord why he chose you to die | |
| Though, I believe in God, I chose my own road cause of pride | |
| I dont abide to no bible cause most of them lie | |
| Lifes like a roller coaster ride, just try to hold on and drive | |
| Its all about surviving, one day we all gonna die | |
| I tried to hide all these feelings I was holding inside | |
| Cause they always told me thugs aint suppose to cry | |
| And show their emotional side | |
| But, it soaked up my eyes | |
| Cause I never had nobody really close to me die | |
| Couldnt understand it at first, so how do this work | |
| You were just here full of cheer, now I' m following your hearse | |
| Its outta this earth, I felt like I was damn with a curse | |
| Had to light candle in church to handle the hurt | |
| In retrospect, I always respect the man that you were | |
| A man of your word that always put his family first | |
| With talent superb all you wanted was to be heard | |
| And You got your chance all of your fans are proud of your work | |
| You made it outta of the dirt and got on top of the world | |
| But you still stood in the hood with your son and to little girls | |
| You in iced out chains, your wife was rockin the pearls | |
| You lived a ghetto fabulous life, the Bronx was your borough | |
| And when the fame came you never changed. You kept it so thorough | |
| We did the same thing, poppin champagne to we earled | |
| You shocked the world, twin, every time you rapped on a track | |
| You had cats like How this fat dude could flow like that? | |
| Is he black? Is he packin the mack in the back of the acc? | |
| The only Spanish rapper to snatch up a platinum plaque | |
| Thats a fact. Its been written in stones, from here to Rome | |
| When it comes to spittin them poems. You sit on the throne | |
| I wish you was home. Life is so different alone | |
| Spoke to Liza and the kids, little Chris is so grown | |
| Hes your own spittin image. Its just like you were cloned | |
| You know I treasure Manda and Sesha, like they were my own | |
| Lizas still tryin to get it together | |
| She had your back through the stormy weather | |
| For that, I will never forget her | |
| Times are tougher then leather | |
| As for me, things could be better | |
| I needed to clear my head up | |
| Thats why I had to write you this letter | |
| Since you been gone, Joes been stronger then ever, still with Laurena | |
| How can he go to bed knowing hes stealin your cheddar? | |
| About a mil or better. To me hes as real as pleather | |
| We built this together. Still, in all he had me set up | |
| I should of known better | |
| I let it ride for too long | |
| Let it slide for too long | |
| Let it hide for too long | |
| Now I am tryin to move on | |
| Without tryin to do wrong | |
| but my pride is too strong | |
| Im a ride through the storm | |
| With a hundred troops strong | |
| No bulletproofs on | |
| Glocks cocked and locked and ready to shoot form | |
| Im just tryin to put you on twin, to whats going on | |
| A lot of back stabbin since you been gone | |
| A lot of whack rappin comin from the socalled Don | |
| A lot of black ballin happenin. No matter twin, I' m still going strong | |
| Tonys still singin songs, tryin to swing it along | |
| Hes no longer foundation, sayin Joe put him on | |
| Hes dead wrong | |
| Armeggedion still aint on | |
| Prospect back in the projects, livin with moms | |
| Words born | |
| Remys the realist, she know what the deal is | |
| feelin like there is still a chance wishin you could come and heal us | |
| But the thrill is gone, I' m no longer part of that | |
| Im back where I started at | |
| Thats where my heart is at | |
| Cause God knows how hard I scrap | |
| To try to keep it from this | |
| I been a team player, he chose to play at his own risk | |
| Sunkiss still comes around, we still get down | |
| We puff a pound whenever Chuck and C come into town | |
| Toom is illin, hes down in Orlando makin a killin | |
| Buildin his own army with soldiers, ready and willin | |
| Me and Seis still be chillin | |
| Hes fine as well | |
| Still rhymin, still grindin, only time will tell | |
| Gillys stressed out, tryin to figure out his next route | |
| Feelin left out | |
| No more T. S, he checked out | |
| Xed out his tattoos , but he still got you | |
| B is still with me. Full A Clips our old school crew | |
| He stayed true, always been the coolest nigga we knew | |
| Boobys up in the videos with you know who | |
| You was the glue to the puzzle, the key to the struggle | |
| The reason I even chose to be in this hustle | |
| Twin, I love you | |
| No matter what or who tries to judge you | |
| Theres nothing worst than family and friends tryin to fuck you | |
| I stuck through it all, and this is what it all lead up to | |
| Its the closest ones to you that will stick it in and cut you | |
| So much for being humble. I' m comin through with the shovels | |
| Tombstones and all, and turn the hard rocks to rubble | |
| On the double, so you can be at peace with your troubles | |
| Cause even after death, you stress from all these scuffles | |
| Guzzle the liquor, snuffing walls till theres blood on my knuckles | |
| Watchin the devil chuckle, hopin I break down and buckle | |
| In this jungle, its all about survival of the fittest | |
| Though you died, you never rid us | |
| Twin your still alive in spirit. I can feel it | |
| I know your up in heaven right now | |
| Hangin out in thugs mansion. You and Pac, whilin out | |
| Livin the kings lifestyle, with platinum wings iced out | |
| Bet you and Biggie in the Angels lounge, poppin Crystal | |
| Getting high with Freaky Tah, lightin up white owls | |
| Thuggin it out with Big L, rollin dice on the clouds | |
| Aaliyah, smilin down. Left Eye is still type wild | |
| Buggin out, partyin, every bodys up in the house | |
| You kickin freestyles while Master J hypes up the crowd | |
| Aint no fights breakin out, its all love right now | |
| Im just writing down how I feel hopin you hear me | |
| Puttin my heart and soul in it, so you can see it all clearly | |
| I hold you dearly in my thoughts cause like you theres no other | |
| Sincerely Yours, Cuban Link, your twin your brother | |
| Baby I love you! | |
| Outro | |
| I still got your back twin | |
| Your brothers here | |
| You even got your own day up in the Bronx | |
| We on top of the world | |
| Yeah I' m a ride with you baby | |
| Ill always ride with you til the day I die | |
| Thats my word |
| zuò qǔ : Delgado | |
| What up twin | |
| Im just sittin back man thinking about all the good times we had | |
| Theres a lot of things been going on since you been gone | |
| I just thought it was time for me to sit down and write you a letter | |
| You know what I am sayin, a letter from the heart | |
| Yo, yo | |
| Before I take a shot, I always make a toast to the sky | |
| Blow somesmoke in the air so we both can get high | |
| At night I hold my rosarys tight and hope to get by | |
| Close my eyes and ask the lord why he chose you to die | |
| Though, I believe in God, I chose my own road cause of pride | |
| I dont abide to no bible cause most of them lie | |
| Lifes like a roller coaster ride, just try to hold on and drive | |
| Its all about surviving, one day we all gonna die | |
| I tried to hide all these feelings I was holding inside | |
| Cause they always told me thugs aint suppose to cry | |
| And show their emotional side | |
| But, it soaked up my eyes | |
| Cause I never had nobody really close to me die | |
| Couldnt understand it at first, so how do this work | |
| You were just here full of cheer, now I' m following your hearse | |
| Its outta this earth, I felt like I was damn with a curse | |
| Had to light candle in church to handle the hurt | |
| In retrospect, I always respect the man that you were | |
| A man of your word that always put his family first | |
| With talent superb all you wanted was to be heard | |
| And You got your chance all of your fans are proud of your work | |
| You made it outta of the dirt and got on top of the world | |
| But you still stood in the hood with your son and to little girls | |
| You in iced out chains, your wife was rockin the pearls | |
| You lived a ghetto fabulous life, the Bronx was your borough | |
| And when the fame came you never changed. You kept it so thorough | |
| We did the same thing, poppin champagne to we earled | |
| You shocked the world, twin, every time you rapped on a track | |
| You had cats like How this fat dude could flow like that? | |
| Is he black? Is he packin the mack in the back of the acc? | |
| The only Spanish rapper to snatch up a platinum plaque | |
| Thats a fact. Its been written in stones, from here to Rome | |
| When it comes to spittin them poems. You sit on the throne | |
| I wish you was home. Life is so different alone | |
| Spoke to Liza and the kids, little Chris is so grown | |
| Hes your own spittin image. Its just like you were cloned | |
| You know I treasure Manda and Sesha, like they were my own | |
| Lizas still tryin to get it together | |
| She had your back through the stormy weather | |
| For that, I will never forget her | |
| Times are tougher then leather | |
| As for me, things could be better | |
| I needed to clear my head up | |
| Thats why I had to write you this letter | |
| Since you been gone, Joes been stronger then ever, still with Laurena | |
| How can he go to bed knowing hes stealin your cheddar? | |
| About a mil or better. To me hes as real as pleather | |
| We built this together. Still, in all he had me set up | |
| I should of known better | |
| I let it ride for too long | |
| Let it slide for too long | |
| Let it hide for too long | |
| Now I am tryin to move on | |
| Without tryin to do wrong | |
| but my pride is too strong | |
| Im a ride through the storm | |
| With a hundred troops strong | |
| No bulletproofs on | |
| Glocks cocked and locked and ready to shoot form | |
| Im just tryin to put you on twin, to whats going on | |
| A lot of back stabbin since you been gone | |
| A lot of whack rappin comin from the socalled Don | |
| A lot of black ballin happenin. No matter twin, I' m still going strong | |
| Tonys still singin songs, tryin to swing it along | |
| Hes no longer foundation, sayin Joe put him on | |
| Hes dead wrong | |
| Armeggedion still aint on | |
| Prospect back in the projects, livin with moms | |
| Words born | |
| Remys the realist, she know what the deal is | |
| feelin like there is still a chance wishin you could come and heal us | |
| But the thrill is gone, I' m no longer part of that | |
| Im back where I started at | |
| Thats where my heart is at | |
| Cause God knows how hard I scrap | |
| To try to keep it from this | |
| I been a team player, he chose to play at his own risk | |
| Sunkiss still comes around, we still get down | |
| We puff a pound whenever Chuck and C come into town | |
| Toom is illin, hes down in Orlando makin a killin | |
| Buildin his own army with soldiers, ready and willin | |
| Me and Seis still be chillin | |
| Hes fine as well | |
| Still rhymin, still grindin, only time will tell | |
| Gillys stressed out, tryin to figure out his next route | |
| Feelin left out | |
| No more T. S, he checked out | |
| Xed out his tattoos , but he still got you | |
| B is still with me. Full A Clips our old school crew | |
| He stayed true, always been the coolest nigga we knew | |
| Boobys up in the videos with you know who | |
| You was the glue to the puzzle, the key to the struggle | |
| The reason I even chose to be in this hustle | |
| Twin, I love you | |
| No matter what or who tries to judge you | |
| Theres nothing worst than family and friends tryin to fuck you | |
| I stuck through it all, and this is what it all lead up to | |
| Its the closest ones to you that will stick it in and cut you | |
| So much for being humble. I' m comin through with the shovels | |
| Tombstones and all, and turn the hard rocks to rubble | |
| On the double, so you can be at peace with your troubles | |
| Cause even after death, you stress from all these scuffles | |
| Guzzle the liquor, snuffing walls till theres blood on my knuckles | |
| Watchin the devil chuckle, hopin I break down and buckle | |
| In this jungle, its all about survival of the fittest | |
| Though you died, you never rid us | |
| Twin your still alive in spirit. I can feel it | |
| I know your up in heaven right now | |
| Hangin out in thugs mansion. You and Pac, whilin out | |
| Livin the kings lifestyle, with platinum wings iced out | |
| Bet you and Biggie in the Angels lounge, poppin Crystal | |
| Getting high with Freaky Tah, lightin up white owls | |
| Thuggin it out with Big L, rollin dice on the clouds | |
| Aaliyah, smilin down. Left Eye is still type wild | |
| Buggin out, partyin, every bodys up in the house | |
| You kickin freestyles while Master J hypes up the crowd | |
| Aint no fights breakin out, its all love right now | |
| Im just writing down how I feel hopin you hear me | |
| Puttin my heart and soul in it, so you can see it all clearly | |
| I hold you dearly in my thoughts cause like you theres no other | |
| Sincerely Yours, Cuban Link, your twin your brother | |
| Baby I love you! | |
| Outro | |
| I still got your back twin | |
| Your brothers here | |
| You even got your own day up in the Bronx | |
| We on top of the world | |
| Yeah I' m a ride with you baby | |
| Ill always ride with you til the day I die | |
| Thats my word |
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