(Noreaga)
  Big Pun
  In honor, in honor
  Yeah
  
  I got love, a tatoo dont make a thug
  Jose Luis got ya, golden guns, Frank Sinatra
  I know you love it when I rhyme proper
  Man I'm still T-H-U-G-G-E-D-O-U-T
  Iraq to QB
  Mobb Deep in Jersey and they swerve to me
  Stay thirsty, thats what my nigga Pun told me
  First it was Christopher Wallace now Christopher Rios
  Me and Pun drunk, and smoked out
  I used to go to his crib and visit his kids
  He used to make his daughter and his son box
  Yo I love them kids, they love they pops
  Yo Pun, pick me up, come to Queens with us
  You know you came up, what what makin it happen
  >From rappin on the corner and now you goin platinum
  At the video, for Banned From TV
  Pun came through, in the Benz with the TV
  A ounce of weed and gun deep
  Pun stayed real, yo I love that nigga
  Cause he worked hard for it
  I burst shit for him
  
  (chorus)
  I aint never gonna love again
  Life is taken once its given
  It's not easy to pretend
  What love has put me through
  All my people dyin and I'm askin why
  Sometimes I don't feel like livin
  It's not easy to pretend
  I don't know what to do
  
  (Noreaga)
  Why the good gotta die so young
  Foul niggas live a long life, I cried all night
  I can't control myself
  But you gotta stay strong thats what I told myself
  We did ah, I did his album and he did mine
  We did a Funk Flex joint, Pete Rock joint
  DJ Clue joint, even Royal Flush joint
  And a hundred other records, you get the point
  I used to hang with him
  You know I bang bang with him
  And when I ran Triz you know I always came with him
  I called Angie but was cryin on the phone
  I was cryin in my home, freakin cried in the phone
  You see I, knew Big had love for Pac
  Even Freaky Tah and Scott LaRoss
  But regardless, Pun my man, rich or not
  I know he in heaven, yo he chillin with my pops
  Tell my pops how I'm doin, I ain't sellin drugs
  Tell my pops that I'm rappin, and still with the thugs
  While you tellin him things, tell him the facts
  Tell him how we put Boricua back on the map
  
  (chorus)
  
  (Noreaga)
  Yo he fill a mack but his man is gone
  He wanna form a new army, but his man is gone
  Yo this probably hittin me hard
  Threw my guns in the clouds and buck at God
  Condolences to his family and the Terror Squad
  N.O.R.E., P.U.N., see you then, again
  Ma, I just lost my friend
  I can't answer the phone I just lost my friend
  It's mourning now, from night to morning now
  Then all the shows and performing now
  PUN, my nigga Pun was always funny speakin
  Pun loved me, and loved that I was Puerto Rican
  
  (chorus)
  
  (Noreaga talking)
  You my fuckin thug, my nigga and all that
  You know?
  That's my motherfucking heart right there
  I feel like I knew that nigga my whole life
  That's really my nigga
  And I'm mourning with you
  The whole Terror Squad
  I'm here with y'all niggas man
  His wife, his kids, I'm here with yall, yo
  I feel the same way y'all feel
  But I'm here with y'all
  I love that man, yo
  He was a good man
  Man it's crazy
  Sometimes I wonder if there is a God
  Why would he take the wrong ones?
  I wonder that shit all the time
  Yeah, I wonder that shit all the time