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Chorus: Big Punisher (repeat 2X) You got to watch those, jokers who pop those You know those, crusty-lipped snot-nosed Indeed I spot those, actin rah rah, talkin bla-bla that's ca-ca, chill pa-pa, no ah-ahh (ah-ahh) [Big Punisher] I'm quick to dumb out, run up in yo' crib with the guns out Spray your peeps, smack the baby teeth out your son mouth Who can stop me? I told shorty I'ma shoot you papi Caught him in the crapper with the clapper; while he was doin caci I'll probably die in jail - make it through life and fry in hell Either way I'ma lead the way, cause only time'll tell I rhyme for real, not that imaginary vocabulary I really will stab you and every one of my adversaries There's no remorse - fuck these thug niggaz, show me the boss Gimme a hustle worth the risk of goin up North I love my freedom, and you know I love my bein So sometimes I gotta get ugh and mug for my per diem I'll see him in hell, we'll settle it there, better it there No innocent bystanders to get hit with a spare Like I really care who catches strays from the Mac Like I really care who you paid to rap on your track Nigga you wack - you ain't bringing nuttin for us I got songs with the Devil and Jesus singin on the chorus You can't ignore us, nigga you know how we roll Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole Chorus [Big Punisher] Can't no comp come at me, this battle the Bronx'll back me Got the nicest niggaz alive talkin bout, "Papi's nasty" Cocky crafty like Rocky sassy Puerto Rock Apache Posse not even the cops could catch me I'm too fast - four-hundred pounds, but I move ass Soon as you spoke, I already smoked you with two jabs My game is tight - you wanna play, just name your price Fame to ice, your brains your life, the game is sheist and I'm the trifest on the field Even in school I was nominated the most likeliest to kill This bastard steal, a full clip and a extra and I'ma blast ya til your whole click respeta Leave you muerta, it ain't me it's the metra 'tate quieta, the bitch got a bad temper Don't surrender - you ain't got a chance You be lucky to leave here half-dead, in an am-bu-lance So take a chance, but expect the worst Put my foot so far up your ass the sweat on my knee'll quench your thirst {OOOOOH! *long slurrrrrrrp* .. "Thanks Pun!"} Chorus |
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| 6. |
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Yeah yeah.. uhh, uh-huh..
(Oh shit!) Hehehe.. (Ohhh shit!!) C'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!! Uhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut Long time comin, ya heard? M.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher What'cha gon' do? Uhh.. Terror Squad (yeah) Bronx.. Brook-lawn collabo' Yo, yo, yo.. Ya heard me? This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters New York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters We the truth - don't let yo' dead body be the proof Leave your Wisdom rottin with holes - and I don't mean ya tooth I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya parent The spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn Made right where you starrin from night to the mornin plus the light that give light to Muhammad or Christ how you want it I got what you need From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin to me Big Pun!! The papichulo out to screw you ??, hunchback, like Quasimoto Set off the sirens Form the alliance South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga New York Giants (c'mon!) Leave em brainless Hit em with the stainless It's the.. "World's.. world's.. world's famous!" C'mon - violence! Form the alliance South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa New York Giants Leave em brainless Hit em with the stainless It's the.. "World's.. world's.. world's famous!" I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell or ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just - rock your world like ?? believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me Cock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie Cause my commitee ain't only known for the flowin Put they holes in your colon send you rollin like when you're bowlin a perfect strike - let me show y'all niggaz what I learned from Ike I hurt your wife - put the trife ass in the earth aight? I'm shootin at you - and that's off the top like Supernatural ?? turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin at you Clap you with your own heat - by all means If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G. Violence Form the alliance B.X. Violence B.K. Violence I breaks the world off with a bang (BANG!) "How About Some.." FUCK THAT! Look nigga, you know the name It's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU) Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you I rep for my cellblock niggaz and cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, "Perrico!" Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes Merc out on machines with loud pipes Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and ?? bikes You want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE) First (FAM).. easy soldier! I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot Seance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL Ohh! I don't blame you - you switched your gameplan when you found out your main man was named Danze Nigga - I'm filled with anger! You fuckin with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger (FIRST FAMILY STYLE) all the way out BANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) til your brains hang out |
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| 3:20 |
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Somethin for you dickridin motherfuckers
You non-believin ass motherfuckers Heheh.. to all my niggaz I love y'all Aiyyo Pun what's the deal baby? Cuban!!! Raoouuuul, whaddup mas? Joey Crack, what's the deal? T. Squaders, Sound Boy! ??, Chance-a-million, ?? Didddown for liddddife, heheahahahah I threw on my VEST Loaded up the Smith with the hollow TIPS It's time to FLIP And blast my way to the top ten LIST Me and Pun real FLYYYYYYY Arrogant and we love to puff LYE Lord you should see my WIFE She's enough to make all the bitches cry.. oooh yeah! Be on my dick Get off my dick (my dick) my dick (my dick) My dick my dick my dick Get off my dick.. my dick my dick my dick Get offff myyy dick! Get off my dick (my dick) my dick (my dick) My dick my dick my dick Get off my dick.. my dick my dick my dick Get offff myyy dick! I just wanna take time to talk to everybody who ain't showed me love to let me rock the mic at the par-ty Now you gon' get what you deserve That's my dick in your mouth Cause me and Pun is gonna show you what it's bo-out.. Youse a nasty fuck - makin a song talkin about your nuts Don't want nobody on my dick 'less I'm about to bust You doubted us, cause we weren't tearin up the streets Them the same niggaz - on my nuts like they have buck-ed teeth I love my peeps, I'll die for my amigos but I ain't fuckin with freaks, tryin to free ride on my bicho It's like perrico (what?) one taste you're gon' like it Just ask Mike (Mike who?) My dick! My dick (my dick) my dick (my dick) My dick my dick my dick Get off my dick.. my dick my dick my dick Get offff myyy dick! Get off my dick (my dick) my dick (my dick) My dick my dick my dick Get off my dick.. my dick my dick my dick Get offff myyy dick! You can catch me puffin lah-lah-lah-lah lah-lah-lah-lah.. You can catch me puffin lah-lah-lahhhhh.. Cause I be puffin lah-lah-lah-lah lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah.. I be puffin lah-lah lah-lah-lahhhh.. You can catch me puffin lah-lah-lah-lah lah-lah-lah-lah.. I be puffin lah-lah lah-lah-lahhhh.. I'm the type to be up in that lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah When I stressed you know I puff that lahhhhh.. Yeahhhhhhhhh.. |
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Yeah.. This is for my peoples on the street, y'know? Gave me love since day one.. y'knahmean? When I was puttin it down Battlin for mine, y'knahmsayin? Battlin - projects and neighborhoods just to be heard, y'knahmsayin? Y'know cause y'know I used to do everything y'know? From that hardcore shit.. to that commercial shit.. to that party shit.. that thug shit.. that live shit, that cry shit.. that love shit, that hate shit.. I do all that shit.. You know what's my true love? THAT NIGGA SHIT - smokin weed with my moms THAT NIGGA SHIT - slingin D and her-on THAT NIGGA SHIT - no love for the cops THAT NIGGA SHIT - gettin my dick sucked for my pops THAT NIGGA SHIT - gettin drunk with my Twinz THAT NIGGA SHIT - swearin to God I'll never drink again THAT NIGGA SHIT - gettin drunk again THAT NIGGA SHIT - three days in the pen THAT NIGGA SHIT - talkin loud at the flicks THAT NIGGA SHIT - fried rice and rib tips THAT NIGGA SHIT - lookin fresh with no ends THAT NIGGA SHIT - beatin on my sister's boyfriends THAT NIGGA SHIT - yellow tape and white sheets THAT NIGGA SHIT - whoopin my kid's ass in the streets THAT NIGGA SHIT - Iverson crossover THAT NIGGA SHIT - cheese doodles, grape soda THAT NIGGA SHIT - playin the last card on the train THAT NIGGA SHIT - hot sauce on everythang THAT NIGGA SHIT - nugget gold in the 80's THAT NIGGA SHIT - iced out in the 90's THAT NIGGA SHIT - shoot the place if you play me THAT NIGGA SHIT - Pun to run til they find me and I'm out what, what what wha-what and I'm out what, what what wha-what and I'm out, and I'm out Puerto Rock nigga shit yo I'm out |
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| 4:16 |
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Sometimes you gotta send a woman to do a man's job, nawmean?
In this case, my girl hit like a grown motherfucking man Y'all niggas better lay low Catch you in a hurtin, nawmean? Blow your balls off nigga Where my girl at Quick to bust the mack, better believe that She always got my back, nigga twirl that About to blaze a sack, where the weed at She don't know how to act, cuz that's my girl black With that monster rap, better believe that You know the Bronx is back, she represent that Cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that My niggas love to scrap I inhale the deepest, cock back and bust rhymes at your speakers I'm troubled, shoot out the air bubbles in your sneakers The type to cop a Range along with all the features Then take the back streets to avoid the leeches A pregnant bitch talk shit, I'ma destroy her fetus Her dead baby popped this pussy, and his boys can't beat us Straight strong armin, bombarding, and bogarding Remi don't write her own rhymes, nigga, I beg your pardon It's Ms. Martin I done broke night in the studio writin While fraud broads don't get no publishin, still be bitin They kill me lyin, like they the ones doin the scribin When you can hear the ghostwriter, all up in they rhymin I flows like water, got this drizzle with little C Catch me with Pun eatin skittles in the middle of Little Italy Y'all don't know diddly, I spit hot, and drop shit Every time I kick a rhyme, Pun I burn my lip Take another pull, bust another shot, y'all can't stop me Come through in a jail suit, and the new Beef 'n' Broccolis Doin it, If I'm havin a good time and you ruin it I seen a nice casket that'll look good with you in it New improved shit, the year start with a 2 shit Next millenium, sell a million, clue shit Exclusive, to tell the truth, y'all useless Cuz I'm a dime that could rhyme you still on the deuce list Where my girl at Quick to bust the mack, better believe that She always got my back, nigga twirl that About to blaze a sack, where the weed at She don't know how to act, cuz that's my girl black With that monster rap, better believe that You know the Bronx is back, she represent that Cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that My niggas love to scrap Remi Martin, dash, reminisce, slash Remi, cash like a check in a stash Me without rhymes is like a flynt with no flash Stripper with no ass, car with no gas Tryin to go fast, I love to hear the guns go blast (Blau, blau, blau, blau) I love the sounds of the shells fallin down Love to smoke weed, stay blowin trees, fuck liquor When shit get thick, I love to hear my bitches raise his clique up You sick, but I'm sicker, plus our guns is bigger If you really wanna kill us, do it nigga, pull the trigga How you figure, you could really come and take what's mine And all I gotta do is send a little letter to Rah He'll send the troops out My brother don't hesitate to pull a tool out And I'm his little sis, so he taught me the same shit Quick to flip, but your name should be prickless Cuz every time you open your mouth, you suckin my dick Talkin shit, as if you a soldier nigga When you a no cash, low class, doja nigga Y'all rock rocks, we bling bling boulders nigga Look over your shoulder I'm in the Rover, it's over nigga Inhale, cock back and bust, just because I know none of y'all busters is touchin us I got the thoroughest thugs and, baby reminisces That don't give a fuck, with a aim that never misses Hugs and kisses never, just slugs and stiches Thugs and bitches forever, check the mugshot pictures Fuck the weather, I still got my tan Timbs on Just copped the pink mink, and winter been gone I been on this thug shit y'all can't seem to fuck wit My shit is hot dogs, to top it off, still spittin mustard No fair, cuz I don't care I go to war wit a musket Just give me some oreos, a jar of dro and two dutches Cuz Pun be the nicest motherfucker on the market Now he got the nicest bitch, what, Remi Martin Where my girl at Quick to bust the mack, better believe that She always got my back, nigga twirl that About to blaze a sack, where the weed at She don't know how to act, cuz that's my girl black With that monster rap, better believe that You know the Bronx is back, she represent that Cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that My niggas love to scrap |
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| 3:48 |
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[Big Punisher]
Uhh.. psssh.. it's my turn, y'knahmean? Get this motherfuckin money y'know? Shit.. Yeah I went double, y'know? Niggaz goin triple.. five.. ten platinum Can't do what I do This is my game, this is me.. (T. Squaders) Y'know? Chorus: Big Punisher Yo it's my turn, I demand my respect Give me my burn, or get slammed in your neck cause it's my turn, I'ma reach to the top Gimme my burn, I'ma speak with the glock cause it's my turn, don't make me turn your wig Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib I'ma rhyme it right, and keep the ghetto in a trance But when the time is right, me and the Devil gon' dance [Big Punisher] Fuck you and yours; make way - I'm comin through the door And screw the law - breakin the rules ain't nothin new at all I'm true to all the shit that I done, check the clip in my gun Respect the click that I'm from, or get lifted and stunned Dunn, you just a small fry, fuckin with the fall guy Big Pun, The Honorable, all rise Sky's the limit, nuttin less if my guys is in it For the right price, even Christ could get it Fast life we live it - all my memories are vivid I remember only minutes that's how I mentally get rid of all the enemies The spirits that definitely mimic my every melody and lyric which so heavenly rhythmic In magic do I build, but math do be equally compatible And secretively battle you to reach my peak in equilateral I'm from the streets deep in the bottom yo ain't no Mario Brothers Official Bronx niggaz, quick to body yo' mother (ouch) Chorus [Big Punisher] Jesus H. Christ, how many times I gotta pay the price? You scared to death I'll make you twice as afraid of life I bring sight to the game for every night you complained you couldn't see the light - I was bright in your brain Ignitin the flame, keepin your third lid Speak and observe with the mind what are blind sleep til they worth shit I'm earth wind and fire, the first one to fire Reppin T. Squad since birth til I retire I wire your jaw, wire the walls with plastique explosives and riot the halls at the malls where all the crackers ? live Keep flappin yo' gibs and I'ma come back with those kids from the back of the bridge I think two and touch means tackle the bitch I rap for the chips, but I'm truly assassin Four hundred pounds, six feet tall, brutally handsome That's the pro - got beef with Pun, you gots to go Mafia style - tear you a new ass-a-hole Flash your dough, but you too cool for the captain cause I don't give a fuck if I was quadruply platinum And to the 50 Cent rapper, very funny, get your nut off Cause in real life, you don't know I'll blow your motherfuckin head off (ooh yeah) That's my motherfuckin word, you understand? Thought we was a fuckin joke? Shit Terror Squad nigga, you don't know me You don't know my name, don't say it, you understand? Told you before I ain't no motherfuckin rapper understand? Shit, I don't make no songs about rappers I don't like If I'ma make a song, it's gon' be how I beat yo' motherfuckin ass understand? That'll be the name of the motherfucker "That's Why I Had to Beat Your Motherfuckin Ass" featuring Tony Sunshine T. Squaders, T. Squaders, T. Squaders Chorus |
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