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from Big Punisher - Capital Punishment (1998)
*I gave you fair warning, beware...beware...beware... (x2)
--Mobb Deep sample-- Yo...what you thought punk, shit was sweet, now you can't sleep Gotta keep ya eyes open wide and hide ya face from the streets I'm like the beast with a warrant, far from alarmin' Gave you fair warnin' now you on the stairs swallin' I'm callin' out any rapper that I doubt, smack 'em in the mouth Throw 'em in the yoke, BOOM!, then I knock 'em out No doubt, Freddie Foxxx files 20-shot auto glock, BLAAOW! Benny blind Puerto Rock style Wit' a twist of black in the brow, twist ya cap and I'm out Sleep wit' the fish-dips for yappin' too loud What's happenin' now? Niggaz is hard as hell but they Gargamels Pickin' on the smallest victim gives 'em heart to kill My squad is real and holds it down the hardest regardless Besides of the largest, we polish the floor with the rawest hardcore artists Flawless victory you niggaz can't do shit to me Physically lyrically hypothetically realistically I'm the epitome of catchin' wreck, catch you when you cash your check Smash you when you pass then jack you for your fuckin' Lex Nothin' less than the best if the squad did it Hard-headed niggaz better beware and fear like God said it *Repeat (x4) Ay-yo I warned you, now all niggaz could do is mourn you I'm born to kill and still thrilled, I put it on you There's no regrets, remorse, only results and loneliness Only the strong survivors strive through life as warriors All of us die, some of us kill, even massacred Who wanna try? Punisher will if you ask for it I'm hazardous for your health and hell's your next stop For real my shit's cocked the world has just stopped... (pause) I'm not the one you should be underestimatin' Come test your fate an' I guarantee I'll be under investigation You can't handle the whole, I'll slam you on your skull Or we can go blow for blow like Evander and Bowe, ya never know However tho' I still hold the title When all my rivals the chance to dance who missed the homicidal Hand on the bible I swear to defend my crown I've been around since forever and never let it touch the ground Don't fuck around and catch a rude awakenin' My crew's basically waitin' patiently for you to move your patrons in Then we'll surround you, form Desert Storm and pound you Look around you, Terror Squad's everywhere like Soundview The Boogie Down do it like nobody, who are we? The foundation, you're facin' a whole army... *Repeat (x2) yeah yeah yeah, whassup now potna??! Know I'm sayin'? Think this just some rap shit? We do this shit for real...Terror Squad nigga! Fuckin' shoot the place up! Muthafuckas know the time. This muthafuckin' rap game. Joe Crack, Big Dog Punisher, Full Eclipse crew What da fuck...WHAT???! BEWARE...BEWARE...BEWARE... (fade out) |
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from Big Punisher - Capital Punishment (1998)
PUNISHER --
Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats Half a you lack the magical dap of tragical rap That tackles you back and shackles and laughs at you That's...the mathematical madness I'm on, the savage, the strong The marriage, a bond of havoc and song This massacre's on as if Picasso laced you There's lotsa hateful skeletons locked in the closet of my castle of Grayskull I'm possum at grade school, that's why I have to debate you My raps are like Capel, slashin' your face, you That's how a master degrades you I'm battlin' Jesus (hay-soos) if he passes through my label I'm snatchin' his halo God I pray that you send my father back as an angel Language is fatal and it's hypnotizin' I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all about business and enterprisin' I'm super lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals That's used contenicals inside of my mental projectable CHORUS -- Lyrically I'm supposed to represent (Biggie) Niggaz'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah (Canibus) Lyrically I'm...<<scratches>>...I'm supposed to represent BLACK THOUGHT -- Black Thought the super lyricist, your arch-nemesis Still with the Punisher, that's my accomplice Stressin' to emcees how they don't really want this Electrifying shit his excellency Thought spit These cats they sentimental such with a gentle touch Dancin' double dutch and all sayin' nothin' much My sound wave liftin' your chin up like uppercuts New found ways of rippin' shit up, I de-ve-lop Your squad chest swell up, still you're mini-ay-ture to me Nature-ally I bring the extremity Musically intense with the globe in suspense Contemplatin' where the world traveler been since The Roots bless you with a strong record, long like a epic Immerse you in some 'ol next shit, ill poetic Thought from Illadelph somethin' like nothin' else My talk stomp like elephants upon every elf, cause...what... CHORUS -- Lyrically I'm supposed to represent Niggaz'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah Lyrically I'm supposed to represent You will lose...I must break you (Ivan Drago from "Rocky") Lyrically I'm supposed to represent Niggaz'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah Lyrically I'm-I'm-I'm...<<scratches>>... I'm supposed to represent PUNISHER -- Ay-yo peace Roots east coast niggaz reppin' the streets most With heat, toast, and keep close more Phillies than Pete Rose These dos, niggaz that'll lift ya mentals Lyrics'll twist your temples into pretzels like the "Triumph" instrumental BLACK THOUGHT -- My instrumental's the Renaissance, no resem-ba-lance To nothin' you come across, lyrical holocaust The crowd pleaser emcees freeze then catch seizure They praise the Lord of rap thesis, true believers PUNISHER -- Just call me Baby Jesus cuz lady niggaz be praisin' me Just for the way I blaze to be crazily, tape to CD lasery It pays to be amazingly flavery Daaaaze 'em to my rhymes that basically hypnotize you occasionally BLACK THOUGHT -- Occasionally as I focus on my next opus The way it's all fucked up and emcees is hopeless I leave your head wrecked as I erect scultpures My thought's just a fortress, approach this ferocious up-closeness Chorus -- Lyrically I'm supposed to represent Niggaz'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah Lyrically I'm-I'm-I'm...<<scratches>>... I'm supposed to represent Lyrically..."It's suicide!" Lyrically..."You've seen him, you know how strong he is!" Lyrically..."You can't win!" Lyrically..."It's suicide!" Lyrically..."You've seen him, you know how strong he is!" Lyrically..."You can't win!" Lyrically..."You can't win!" Lyrically..."You will lose..." Lyrically..."I must break you..." Ly-ly-ly-lyrically <<scratches>>... <<fades out>> |
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from Big Punisher - Capital Punishment (1998)
[Joe]
whoahhaoohhH! Yeahheahhaa Don't wanna beeeee a playahh (T.S.) Intro/Chorus: Joe, Big Punisher [Joe] I don't wanna be a playa no more [Pun] I'm not a playa I just crush a lot [Joe] But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin for 1 - [Pun] For my thugs, for my thugs 2 - [Pun] Uptown baby, uptown [Joe] Don't wanna be, don't wanna be - I don't wanna be a playa no more [Pun] I'm not a playa I just crush a lot [Joe] But you know Big Punisher still down by law [Joe] Who's down to crush a lot [Big Punisher] Hey yo I'm still not a playa but you still a hater Elevator to the top hah, see you later, I'm gone Penthouse suite, Penthouse freaks In house beach, french countesse, ten thou piece Rent-out lease, with a option to buy Coppin a five-oh Benz for when I'm not, far up in the sky Puffin the lye, from my Twinzito Up in the Benzito with my kiko from Queens, nicknamed Perico We go back like PA's and wearin PJ's Now we reach the peakage, runnin trains for three days Who wanna ride it won't cost you a dollar whether soft or harder of course you still gonna holla My my, I'm big huh, I rip my (prick) through your hooters I'm sick, you couldn't measure my (dick) with six rulers Hold up, chula, I'm all about gettin loot But I knock that boot, if you out to get HOOF Chorus [Big Punisher] I love from butter pecan to blackberry molass' I don't discriminate, I regulate every shade of the (ass) Long as you show class, and pass my test Fat (ass and) breasts, highly intelligent bachlorettes That's the best, I won't settle for less I wanna ghetto brunette, with unforgettable sex I lay your head on my chest, come feel my heartbeat We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep, and just spark the leaf It's hard to creep since I found Joe Every pretty round brown (hoe) wanna go down low But this Boogie Down pro-fessional, I'ma let you know Once I put the blows, get your clothes, cause you got to go I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere "You nasty Twin!" I don't care Round here they call me Big Pun, if you with the big guns Thick tongue, known to make a chick (come) [Joe and Big Punisher] (In the) hot tub, poppin bubb-ly Rubbin your spot love, got you screamin Punish me But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked When I (stick it) even Luke be like "Don't stop, get it get it" (repeat 2X) Chorus w/o Big Punisher [Joe] Boricua, morena, boricua, morena (3X) No more rollin with an entourage Unless it's Pun and the Terror Squad Punisher, Punisher, Big Punisher Punisher... Joe and Big Punisher Boricua, morena, boricua, morena (6X) |
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from Big Punisher - Capital Punishment (1998)
Ay-yo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team
Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden I'm carvin' my initials on your forehead So every night before bed you see the "BP" shine off the board head Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap Cuz he ain't worth jack hit 'em with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap Make his whole body jerk back, watch the earth crack hand him his purse back I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull Master the flow, niggaz be swearin' I'm blacker than coal Like Nat King, I be rapping and tounge's packing The ones, magnums, cannons and gatling guns It's Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony...Montana You ain't promised manana in the rotten manzana C'mon-pana we need more rhymers feel the marijuana snake bite anaconda A man of honour wouldn't wanna try to match my persona Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind like Nirvana Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna Go try to find another rhymer with my kinda gramma *When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination (x2) I'm pure adrenaline, uncut, straight to your gut, medicine Raw cure for pain I coat your brain like polyurathane Simple and plain, I'll explain it in layman terms If you came to learn how to make fire, I'm-a make it burn! Higher and hotter than lava this scholar is 'bout just as smart as MacGyver To put honor inside the heart of a lion revolved in a life of crime (crime!) Fuck it I like the shine (shine!), Up in the white and lime (lime!) Comes with the pipe design Plushed out! (No doubt!) Both pockets about to bust out If you not in it for the spinach, GET THE FUCK OUT! Take a hike, we can even battle to make it right Go 'head lace the mic, you finished? Say good night... Head to head in the street, I'll leave you dead in your feet Settlin' beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat But it won't matter, you dreams still gon' shatter It's a long ladder to climb and mine is on the stagger So get outta town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound you ever heard Desert bird player you outta bounds *Repeat (x3) You need the Pun to dis you if your whole steez is unofficial I'll come and get you and let the desert eez tounge kiss you With one pistol and two clips, I'll make your crew do flips Like acrobatics, I'm charismatic, my gat is magic It makes rappers disappear, whipser in your ear Crystal clear, come here, let me kiss your tears Everything you fear is here, you ain't got to search further The first murder's the worst now I thirst further for reverse birth Every verse hurts, every curse word's already more offending Than Eddie Murph's worst I thirst for blood like a vampire, any man claimin' his game's tighter IS A GOD DAMN LIAR! I set 'em on fire, retire your train of thought Drain a quart of blood out your brain and leave you insane in the dark The king of New York! Lays his crown in the Boogie Down And sprays the town, with a Mac hoodied down I'm no joke! (Yuh!!) I soak your face with a sweeper Dying disgrace, I'll face your death through the speaker *Repeat (x4) |
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from Big Punisher - Capital Punishment (1998)
I was the luckiest man on Earth, my wisdom was worth
any purse but had a curse that hurt worse than givin birth My first verse explains some of the game she was playin I'm blamin myself cause in my wealth was her pain would haven Behavin like a money hungry hooker, funny how the money took her from a average honey to a stunning looker I look back and reminsce how we used to kiss and smash hips in the GS I bought her last Christ' She got too big for her britches but The Britch is Over Not the one in Queens I mean the one she dreamin wasn't sober Told her how I felt, gassed me when she cried for help Supplied the guilt trip and I was whipped without a fuckin belt I felt stupid Cupid struck me with a poison arrow Shoulda drowned ya when I found ya crushin in my boy's Camaro I didn't bother but you probably find your lover dead You robbed me of my honor, you ain't shit like my mother said *Come back come back come back come back to meeeee, Punisher Punish me... ahhhhhhhIII've been so bad, so bad Won't you come back? Nah baby, I'm Not Gon' Be Able to Do It; You blew it Threw it all the way cause you was stupid -- girl why'd you do it? I mighta knew it by the way you gave me your baby Then left a day before I ever saw the son that God made me It's hard maybe we can make amends, be friends But 'Roni hurtin all of us for certain by forsakin him Just take it in, don't even say a word, observe the way you were, preserved, these words so you won't play the herb ever again, never pretend that he doesn't have a father I'm always there and you don't wanna bother I honor my word on my father's grave, guide him through his hardest age So he can thrive and survive in these modern days I wanna raise my little man but you keep resistin I'm insistin you chill for real before you come up missin Listen, I don't wanna fight I'd rather do what's right A boy needs a father that's the most important part of his life *Repeat(x2) I gave you everything, love letters and sweaters with leather seams Feathered wings, and rings with emeralds right out of Geraldine's Simple dreams a dream fulfilled, the green DeVille Cadillac to mack, not a fact ?redeemed to build? I mean for real I can play it mami how you wanna stay at Monty Frask, givin the next nigga my punani You want me back cause he hit it wrong, now you wanna get it on with the Long Don, word bond my shit is strong (come back) Girl don't even start again, I beg your pardon and get your hands off my six button Cardigan This ain't no love lost between us far as I'm concerned Please leave, cut that busted weave I've been dyin to burn Go buy a perm, try and earn some respect It's better to have loved and lost than live with regret Come back... to, me I want you to *Repeat (x2) to me, yeah yeah Alright, don't go, no Ohhhhhahahaooahhoahhohhh, hmmmmmm ohh hmmm hmm Yeahhhhhhhhh, take my hand, and punish me Hmm, been so bad, come punish me, yeahh Take my hand, and punish me, ohhh Been so bad, come punish me... |
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from Big Punisher - Capital Punishment (1998)
The harsh realities of life is takin tolls
Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul Please tell me what price to pay to make it home Take control, I'm makin dough, but not enough to blow J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soul That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin to survive illegal I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse Sacrife your life to a higher force Then I stomp your corpse it's the Bronx of course recognize the accent? One of the last livin still in action, general assassin Catchin any wreck, blastin any tech Smashin any chest, passin any test, Charles Manson in the flesh Any last requests before you meet your maker? Sew what you reap a wake up, shakin up a storm like Anita Baker I'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate Make no mistake, "The Shit is Real" as Joe, we follow the killer's code When we come for you, tell me where will you go? Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and and silence your screams And even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin dreams *You ain't a killer, you still learnin how to walk From New York to Cali all the real niggaz carry chalk Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from it's where's your gat You made a grave mistake Shouldn't of come here, you changed your fate Your brains'll make the debut on the table when I raise the stakes The pain is great but only for a second It starts strong then lessens Just when you restin the Armaggedon sets in Left him with so much stress (T.S.) blessed him with no regrets (yes) Welcome to Hell son, the threshold of death Now face the serpent, I blaze your person you get laced for certain Even Jakes don't trace the work so close the case to curtains I'm hurtin, head severely really tryin to bring the pain There's nuttin mo' satisfyin than when you cryin screamin my name It's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods and bloodstains Big Pun's my thug's name, bustin my guns, that's my love thang I split the jug' vein and snatch your Adam's Apple John Madden tackle your corpse then hoist it on the cross at the tabernacle That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body 'til it burst Then curse tu vida, like a Brujeria verse I'm worse than anything you ever been through Sick in the head and mental Essentially meant to be the soul frentic mental When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin abomination *Repeat (x2) It's hard to analyze which guys is spies, be advised people We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes chico We read 'em and see 'em for what they are Theives in undercover cars, takin my picture like I'm a fuckin star I'm up to par, my game is in a smash With half a million in the stash Passport with the gas, first name and last Ask anybody if my men are rowdy Give me the mini-shottie I body a nigga for a penny probably I'm obligated to anything if it's crime related If it shine I'll take it, still in my prime and I finally made it I hate the fact that I'm the last edition Probably a stash magician Could of went to college and been a mathematician Bad decisions kept me out the game Now I'm strickly out for cream Doin things to fiends I doubt you'll ever dream My team's the meanest thing you ever seen Measured by the heaven's King, down to the devil's mezzanine I never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive Most heads died by twenty-five, or catch a quick 3 to 5 So be advised, the streets is full of surprises It's not what crew's the livest One that survive is who's the wisest *Repeat (x2) |
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from Big Punisher - Capital Punishment (1998)
Warning!
Yo, wanna rumble with Pun hah? *loud farting noise* Shit on the whole industry Yo who puff more Owls than Pun? Pile on more styles than Pun? Who the only one with over a thousand guns? Runnin up in niggaz cribs like I paid the bill Make you squeal the combination to the safe for wealth I lace your grill with the firestarter Hit your wife with the ? from the ?shower powers I devour? I'm all about the fundamentals, like Pun and pencil A piece of paper, a decent caper and someone to strafe you My mental's compatible with the radicals My oddessey type, qualities allow me to poli' with animals Niggaz is canibals and the ghetto's a jungle where you either bet all your bundles or struggle on the simple and humble My niggaz'll rumble with any man for a Benny Fran Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for twenty grand Niggaz'll slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces and pound out we jettin to the ground Uptown up in the Boogie Down, ? swallow the team, pile on the green Surrounded in green like flowers in Spring For now I'm a King, so it's more than money, all the honies used to call me Punny cause my fam was always hungry But now we rollin lovely, and you feel worse, want my money Let your steel burst, cause I'd rather see you in hell first *Wyclef sings: mucho trabajo poquito dinero* I'm selling perrico Yo what's the deally yo? I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro *Repeat (x2) Yo, yo, yo keep the lights keep the camera all I want is the action The battle's on, where I roam in composition A hardcore crowd, waitin to see, if I break like your first time in jail when you got fucked by an inmate It'll never happen, I'm on balance like a Libra And if I get murdered, Don't Cry For Me Argentina Pour me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my father In three days, I rise like Christ and still sober Now my eyes open, in my hands I got the Gatling I'm looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to Satan Fists of fury, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry I turn Mr. Rogers Neighborhood topsy turvy Foes and enemies meaning the same in the dictionary This ain't Pictionary, all you see is the cemetary Bodies, from World War I and II is there You don't want a third war, that's nuclear warfare So Big Pun, count the stacks, make it fast Illegal money turns legal now we runnin a laundromat Your hunchbacked and wack rap is packed in your backpack Your better off in D.C. with the mayor smoking crack Yo, this ain't a diss, Wyclef bomb threat Run out of the building or get blast in your Guess Tec for Tec, or we can go text for text, oh I forgot, you don't read, so take this hole in your chest - blaow Hide the blood, give you the gun, run and hide So when the DT shows up, he thought it was a suicide Suicide it's a suicide... *Repeat |
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from Big Punisher - Capital Punishment (1998)
Intro
(Cuban Link) Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo Platinium status, yeah, what up, what up? (Big Punisher) Stick around (Cuban Link) Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour Like my man Tony Montana Stand and pose in front of cameras With my golden silk pajamas on Smoking havanas, drinking Don P Thinking beyond deeper than Ghandi, while I'm in the Diamante Counting my G's, I'm out to be a millionare Dipped in gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into getting benjamins Cuz if doesn't make dollars, then it doesn't make sense I represent, I'm in to be the king of New York Went from living in tenements to up in house resorts I'm the latino, that'll take you to war like Al Pacino Even De Niro know not to gamble in my casino Vino wanna rock, slaps, to dinners with mobsters I got shit locked from Prospect Ave. to the tropics Sitting on top of the world like the sun A living legend from the Bronx, second to none, unless it's Pun (Big Punisher) Chorus: It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice And get ready for the glamour life (Triple Seis) Ripped off from the Infiniti Dump the body an' the shottie down the lake, leaving no identity Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make move on my rivalries All eyes I be, on the quest for loot Pushing a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops, against the big-joker Sipping alimoca, playing poker with some chocha Heard an approacher, must be fam, but damn I had to smoke Pun (Big Punisher: Get the motherfucking gun) Since ??? become the one wanted for a lump sum of G's Dirty rats pack gats for cheese Bullets of breeze at light speed Taking your pretty wife life and sacrificing your seeds Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's Ship his body to the states, filled with 50 keys Please, no remorse for your two face Inside a symbol, my life throughout the motherfucking suitcase You about to take who's place? Not Seis... Your body'll be laced, and left without a trace (Big Punisher) The glamour life, the glamour life, yo (Big Punisher) Chorus (Fat Joe) Yo, I'ts the motherfucking Don Cartagena The leader, Terror Squad cleaner Leave your family crying for you like Argentina, mira Sweet dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid you start some shit My squad's equipped with an arsenal of ammunition Hollow tips an', cop killers with the ??? Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days Nigga I'm staying paid, you's a joke Always broke with your lazy ways Anyway, back to the subject, in the bub-Lex In the back seat, having rough sex I love this glamorous life I live, having the ice and shit Think twice, I give Christ your kids I live life for gifts, keep the five burning while the tires turning I blaze an L and seek a higher learning Kaiser's learnin' everything illegally We could de friend for years, cross me once that's theivity (Big Punisher) Chorus (Armaggedon) Yo, the dough, the rap, the audience, party heavy till the 40's in Ill like the Yakuza run the Orient Take all the rent, and no man wept the path his daughter went Dicks with the fallopian, wide as auditorium She fuck for dough for opium, prostitute emporium 500 Benz, 500 friends sell Cambodian 8's cup of vodka, 4 cup of juice for sodium Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia It's get you down, but you spitting image of Appalonia Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of coke Plus songs I wrote, milkin' dumb honeys I poke The young blood sat on the bench in Vant Courtland, slingin' Singing how he trying to get cash for Jordans Another cat toss his Beamer to get the insurance Currency's gonna murder me... It's never enough Breakin' my ass gettin' it, just as fast as I spend the stuff Calling Uncle Sam's bluff dun, taxes don't bite us, bite us.... (Big Punisher) My life...my life... CHORUS (Big Punisher) The glamour life, play precise, defense is tight I'm out to settle the score, let's do it right Enough for looking at grave, It's paying back tonight Yo Twin pass the lah, pass the light The glamour life, this life I live is trife as shit Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to live I used to live in the gutter, me and my mother Now she's fifty years old, pushing a hummer The glamour life, hand me a knife I'll slice and dice Mini-mize, send them to Christ in the after life Pass the mic down the line, let them hear it Let them fear it, send it screaming to the Holy Spirit Glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour, it's the glamour life Glamour life, glamour life, glamour life Cock the hammer, in this motherfucking life, bitch |
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from Big Punisher - Capital Punishment (1998)
[Big Pun]
It's mine; it's all mine you understand? At least me and my peoples Can you dig that? 21st century -- thought I'd never see it Right around the corner, baby Ours for the taking Verse one: Big Pun Yo; I've seen child blossom to man, some withered and turned to murderers Led astray by the liars death glorifiers observin us Watching us close, marking our toast ??? purposely overtaxin the earnings Nervous, burning down the churches They're scared of us, rather beware than dare to trust Always in jail, million dollar bail, left there to rust Let's call in order, give ourselves a chance to enhance broader Advance to where minorities are the majority voter Holdin my own, I'm livin alone in this cold world My sister just bought a home without a loan, you go girl! She's an exception, some people can leap to the impression See, me myself, I start flippin and fall victim to deep depression I'm stressin the issue here, so we can cross the fiscal year Tired of gettin fired and hired as a pistol-eer There's no longevity living off negativity Fuck it, I'd rather sell reefer than do pizza delivery That's how the city be, everybody gettin they hustle on Judge singin death penalty like it's his favorite fuckin song Word is bond, takin my life you know they lovin it God 'F' the government and it's fuckin capital punishment! Chorus: Prospect Capital punishment, given by the government System so organized they get to you and who you runnin with Can't live alone, watch for the spies and tapped phones Totin the llello for life, the rightful heir to the throne We come from Kings and Queens, people with dreams, Gods and Earths For what it's worth, we benefit the Earth with infinite worth First it's turnin tables, open our own labels Disable the Republicans, then reverse capital punishment Verse Two: Big Pun I've seen it all up close, shit out the movies you'd be buggin My cousin JuJe, barely a juve', lost it and turned on the oven He wasn't playin, blew out the flame and started inhalin Barin a secret too deep to keep on the street for sharin Wearin the virus, Acquired Immune Deficiency Dishin his dick in every thick promiscuous fish in the sea Listen to me, shit is rough in the ghetto You bluff, blow your head off, fuck a snuff, we bust lead off! Get off your high horse, or die off like an extinction Boriquans are like Mohicans, +The Last of the Po'Ricans+ We need some unity, fuck all the jeeps and jewelry The maturity, keeps me six feet, above obscurity The streets are deadly and everybody's a desperado I guess the motto we promise to let you homage in death your motto Like Zorro, I mark my territory with a symbol Not with a Z, but a P, cause Punishment's what I resemble! I lend you this if it expands yours, for you and yours A real man can't fall, he stands tall The Man's claws are diggin in my back, I'm tryin to hit him back Time to counteract, where my niggaz at? Chorus Verse Three: Prospect You like that, it's Pun and Prospect We hold nines, own more treasure than gold mines, makin progress With Don Juan's, there's rules to be made, crews to be sprayed Dues to be paid, nuttin y'all can do to behave We laid in the slums, made a cake out of crumbs Even though the government, tryin to take out our sons Rudy Gulliani trying to blind me, but I see reality Was raised with the street mentallity My strategy's why my battery never die The ghetto kept me wise, so I would never fall to the lies It's no surprise, but do or die if you want the glamour Yeah, I want the glamour, laid up with cheese and trees in Atlanta While Cuban's smoked out like Ronald Isley with Havanas The hammer in the palm, never shaky, calm handlers This renegade blow through barricades like grenades I turn the sun to shade, then the night back to day Like the twenty-four hour rotation I know the location, it's just a little in-for-mation From the Squad, bringing the Terror for the nine-era And let it rain on your fine leather, nigga, what? *beat to fade* |
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from Big Punisher - Capital Punishment (1998)
Yeah baby, you know how we get down
Funkmaster Flex, number one station in the nation My man Big Pun up in this piece Big motherfuckin Pun in the house Pun easy, Pun.. C'mon now it's me baby, from the Bronx, c'mon You right, you right, fuck it Ahh, there we go So, I mean, since we on the, Pun man, I mean I'ma be honest with you, I mean, y'know I know we discussed a lot of things tonight Tell me you remembered the joints right? Say it Pun I, I heard you are really, really fuckin I mean.. Yeah! *both crack up laughing* No doubt! I mean Pun, I mean, y'know I mean I'm hearin, I'm hearin you I'm hearin, I'm hearin you doin your thing I'm tryin y'all I'm tryin man y'know Ya ya CRUSHIN a lot? I'm hearin ya, ya know those, those rumors Get it off your chest, what you got to say? I'm hearin these rumors man, those rumors is.. A lot of pussy right? *Flex cracks up* Tell me the rumors, c'mon *Flex still laughing* That we the best, what is it? *Flex laughing* C'mon Terror Squad got ten million dollar, uh, advance coming? What is it? I'm I'm, I'm hearin I'm hearin the girls man I mean, there's a lot The women they love me They love me, they love me Biggie gave me a couple of pointers yaknowhatI'msayin? I gotta use that man, gotta use that, they love that See you know a few pointers, yaknowhatI'msayin? I'm sayin give it to me and tell me what Puff's crew already knew We're utilizing that I'm I'm, I'm hearin you I'm hearin the, aff aff, you know That like, a few girls and hearin some more, some stories of orgies with Terror Squad We get, we get down We run trizznain Say trizznain Trizznain Trizznain, we run trizznain Trizznain Trizz Nathaniel to you I'm hearin, I mean, I'm I'm hearin you and Joe are out at, y'know, out there fuckin We do our thing We we're like, two fuckin wild bears, just *Flex cracks up 'Get out of here!'* .. in the woods, naked It's a sight, it's a sight *Flex crackin up* Son you can't look directly at our asses You'd go blind *Flex crackin up* But if you glimpse look y'know, you can catch us I can't fuckin take it! *gasping for air* Sent out to Tracy *Flex laughing and howling* Easy.. you have to run trizz with us one time Then you'd know *in a high pitched voice* I can't fuck with you! Ohh shit! Ohhhahaha, yo.. |
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from Big Punisher - Capital Punishment (1998)
You're my darlin' darlin' baby
You're my darlin' darlin' love You're my darlin' darlin' baby I said you're everything, I ever hoped for in a woman.. And as long, as I may live.. ooh, you're {*record cuts off*} Yo I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot Jump on top of my dick and work them hips, until I bust a shot It doesn't stop, I'm only beginnin I'm bonin your women While you home all alone, I'm blowin up in em Sendin them back to you, mad at you Don't catch a motherfuckin attitude I'm just showin you how this rapper do Capital Punishment, when I'm up in it, suckin it Bustin it out, nice blouse, let me unbutton it You're fuckin wit King Papi Chulo when knockin culo Pop your mulos out the socket tryin to ride with the sumo You know my rise is high, word I be drillin em Bitches be tryin to ride but the current be killin em Fillin em with the cash, my cheese premium unleaded Come get it, first wreck the ton, then let the Pun hit it Split it in half, watch the gas, baby take a bath Be good, I might put away the wood and give you the mustache *"You're my darlin' darlin' baby.." I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot "You're my darlin' darlin' love.." I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot "You're my darlin' darlin' baby.." I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot "You're my darlin' darlin' love.." I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot I bang a stranger in my torture chamber, feed the locas tocha pinga while I force my finger where my bollas linger I bring the pain like Method, when I flex and flip the coochie Puerto Rican to the core, but no Boriquas eat the pussy 'Scuse me for bein blunt, but I've been eatin cunts since pimps was pushin pink Caddies with the fish tank pumps Bumpin and grindin simultaneously grindin Climbin up the walls, with my balls, bangin off your hymen I'm a diamond in the rough (UHH) bustin in your face Taste the sweetness of my dick, rip your fetus out of place, yo Bitches already know the repertiore Step in my car, lets start the menage-a-trois, like Escobar By far, I'm the best at all sex positions Forget the kissin, I'm skippin the tongue twistin, see extradition *Repeat Some chick in back of me bought me a daiquiri Told me meet her in back of Zachary's cause she heard I was packin meat I bagged the freak and hit the tele' Got the Phillies, lifted her belly And "Put it in Her Mouth," like Akinyele Far from ugly but they used to say I'm too chubby But since the money the honies got nuttin but love for me So rub my tummy and make a wish, I'll make you rich Take your kids to the flicks Come back and fix your favorite dish, NOT!!!! You crazy bitch, I ain't with that, I'mm hit that Split back to the shack where my other chicks at Now can you dig that?? I'm the Mack, doin my thing Pullin your strings, makin you feel like you in a dream It's the king of the Hip-Hop Quotables, givin you multiples just by the tone of my voice in the vocal booth I notice you doin your thing with your crew Is it aight if I come down there and sing to you? "You're my darlin' darlin' baby.." I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot "You're my darlin' darlin' love.." Uhh, I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot "You're my darlin' darlin' baby.." Yo, I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot "You're my darlin' darlin' love.." I'm no player, I just fuck a lot [flange effect distorts next lines] "You're my darlin' darlin' baby.." "You're my darlin' darlin' love.." "You're my darlin' darlin' baby.." |
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from Big Punisher - Capital Punishment (1998)
Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin the plot
Just a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht Somethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime with piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado You know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago Pablo Escobar and Dom Perignon We're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn- ing Long donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a pyscho fuckin suckin the butt like liposuction Up and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister Big Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester Crushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back Close your eyes relax, let me feed the cat Livin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings Dealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing I started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money I called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty Punny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly Had more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train It's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin Lock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down I lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down "Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!" *Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back Flashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses I miss the E-Classes, ?riding? game with def glasses Rock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path First you shine like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin Now should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories Lift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies Live like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all I'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor I seen it all like I said before The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators I shed it all first ?and beat a prob every source? Of course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss Just because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce Teein off like we up North just for bein soft A beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage Fillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days Cash pays, and rules - the root of all evil Shootin amigos for lootin perrico pollutin our people Movin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto I ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels The devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows the drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter and priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water I'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible Whichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal *Repeat |
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from Big Punisher - Capital Punishment (1998)
Niggaz is flossin a lot, time to start extortin the plot
Just a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht Somethin for the cops to keep em blind, so we can crime with piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein down Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado You know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago Pablo Escobar and Dom Perignon We're buyin out the bar, with Don Juan, and every woman's Shawn Dawn- ing Long donging em down like Shawn Michael does and I'm like a pyscho fuckin suckin the butt like liposuction Up and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister Big Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester Crushin sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back Close your eyes relax, let me feed the cat Livin fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin feelings Dealing with a smaller deck it just wasn't as mass appealing I started feeling funny, niggaz comin short with money I called my Son he told me chill he'd be over with twenty Punny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein me Willie silly Had more to claim, niggaz throwin shit in the game Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin the train It's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin Lock the clip in started liftin niggaz off the ground like a magician I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down I lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down "Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!" *Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back Flashback, livin prosper', eat well and get fat I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses I miss the E-Classes, ?riding? game with def glasses Rock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path First you shine like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin Now should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories Lift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies Live like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck em all I'm coming for the rich thieving em even if I wasn't poor I seen it all like I said before The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators I shed it all first ?and beat a prob every source? Of course, I bury any adversary tryin to floss Just because, the reason I leave em lost in the sauce Teein off like we up North just for bein soft A beaten horse like a slave gettin minimum wage Fillin the gauge, front page, these are the last days Cash pays, and rules - the root of all evil Shootin amigos for lootin perrico pollutin our people Movin kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto I ain't judgin, but buggin how we floss so many levels The devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows the drugs to overflood, knowin we gonna buy it all It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter and priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water I'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible Whichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin suicidal *Repeat |
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from Big Punisher - Capital Punishment (1998)
I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another 3 in ice
Who can I trust? Cuban'll bust plus ?good thief the night? Here's the plan (plan), we nab the man, bring a camcorder Grab his fam, and run the train on his granddaughter Nah chill, that's too ill, for real I'd rather kill somethin Here's the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill fuck him Oral torture, no doubt, the shit is holocaust In two minutes tops he's guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels It's settled, blitt up, put on your metal, foot on the pedal We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants Out for the fast cash, level advance Takin a chance, I've only got one my hundred shot tommy shotguns my judge jury and Johnny Cochran *Movin on the stash, first we get the cash For the fast money, I smash a niggaz shit like a crash dummy Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin laced Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place Aiyyo the plot thickens, I'm pickin the locks in the back entrance Payin attention, not tryin to get knocked and catch a fat sentence Not to mention these kids is mafioso with lots of dough so they got poco lock with the down to rock Morocco chokehold (oh oh) Their security system's linear laser protection No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin Inspectin the vault, for weapons assault, second of course It's poisonous rays, boiled and baked in epsom salt Rep in New York is the cat burgalar, the fat murderer Slippin the clip in the Mac, inserterer Hurtin your pockets, droppin your stock to zero profit Holding heroes hostage and mansions for ransom like DeNiro mob flicks Back to the top again, hand the grand prize The safe flies open, the shining was blinding my eyes I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold Passed the dough to Cuban started movin for the back real slow That's when I heard the sirens hopin that my ears was lyin Knew we was dyin when I saw the guard we tortured cryin Pointing at the building screamin, "I can see them, kill em!" Snipers was willing but couldn't, there's too many civilians Still inside nowhere to hide nowhere to run Cuban said, "Fuck it, we die, we die busting our guns" *Repeat (x2) Aiyyo it's time to pay, and I ain't trying to give my shine away Let's show these pigs how much we give a fuck about a brighter day I cocked the Eagle, Cuban drew the Glock it was diesel Said, "See you in Hell coppers" and started poppin like it was legal We need a plan, if we can make it to the van Missile launchers there with the grenade pistol I bought from Uncle Dan Me and my man are runnin out of ammo, I got about a handful of Black Rhino's and two Rambles strapped to my ankles I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel Threw the bitch over my shoulder and used her butt as a shield I filled the clip with the little bit of bullets remaining Cuban said, "Move your fat ass faster motherfucker they gaining" I gave him the case, told him, "Go ahead save yourself Blaze a L in my memory, tell the family I gave em Hell" For real, that's when I heard the tires screechin Peeped and it was Joe the God with twenty Terror Squad niggaz reachin *conversation and gunfight to fade* |
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from Big Punisher - Capital Punishment (1998)
I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another 3 in ice
Who can I trust? Cuban'll bust plus ?good thief the night? Here's the plan (plan), we nab the man, bring a camcorder Grab his fam, and run the train on his granddaughter Nah chill, that's too ill, for real I'd rather kill somethin Here's the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill fuck him Oral torture, no doubt, the shit is holocaust In two minutes tops he's guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels It's settled, blitt up, put on your metal, foot on the pedal We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants Out for the fast cash, level advance Takin a chance, I've only got one my hundred shot tommy shotguns my judge jury and Johnny Cochran *Movin on the stash, first we get the cash For the fast money, I smash a niggaz shit like a crash dummy Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin laced Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place Aiyyo the plot thickens, I'm pickin the locks in the back entrance Payin attention, not tryin to get knocked and catch a fat sentence Not to mention these kids is mafioso with lots of dough so they got poco lock with the down to rock Morocco chokehold (oh oh) Their security system's linear laser protection No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin Inspectin the vault, for weapons assault, second of course It's poisonous rays, boiled and baked in epsom salt Rep in New York is the cat burgalar, the fat murderer Slippin the clip in the Mac, inserterer Hurtin your pockets, droppin your stock to zero profit Holding heroes hostage and mansions for ransom like DeNiro mob flicks Back to the top again, hand the grand prize The safe flies open, the shining was blinding my eyes I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold Passed the dough to Cuban started movin for the back real slow That's when I heard the sirens hopin that my ears was lyin Knew we was dyin when I saw the guard we tortured cryin Pointing at the building screamin, "I can see them, kill em!" Snipers was willing but couldn't, there's too many civilians Still inside nowhere to hide nowhere to run Cuban said, "Fuck it, we die, we die busting our guns" *Repeat (X2) Aiyyo it's time to pay, and I ain't trying to give my shine away Let's show these pigs how much we give a fuck about a brighter day I cocked the Eagle, Cuban drew the Glock it was diesel Said, "See you in Hell coppers" and started poppin like it was legal We need a plan, if we can make it to the van Missile launchers there with the grenade pistol I bought from Uncle Dan Me and my man are runnin out of ammo, I got about a handful of Black Rhino's and two Rambles strapped to my ankles I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel Threw the bitch over my shoulder and used her butt as a shield I filled the clip with the little bit of bullets remaining Cuban said, "Move your fat ass faster motherfucker they gaining" I gave him the case, told him, "Go ahead save yourself Blaze a L in my memory, tell the family I gave em Hell" For real, that's when I heard the tires screechin Peeped and it was Joe the God with twenty Terror Squad niggaz reachin *conversation and gunfight to fade* |
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from Big Punisher - Yeah Baby [Explicit Version] (1999)
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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from Big Punisher - Yeah Baby [Explicit Version] (1999)
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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from Big Punisher - Yeah Baby [Explicit Version] (1999)
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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from Big Punisher - Yeah Baby [Explicit Version] (1999)
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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from Big Punisher - Yeah Baby [Explicit Version] (1999)
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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[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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from Big Punisher - Yeah Baby [Clean Version] (2000)
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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from Big Punisher - Yeah Baby [Clean Version] (2000)
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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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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from Big Punisher - Yeah Baby [Clean Version] (2000)
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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from Big Punisher - Yeah Baby [Clean Version] (2000)
[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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from Big Punisher - Yeah Baby [Explicit Version] (1999)
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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from Big Punisher - Yeah Baby [Explicit Version] (1999)
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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from Big Punisher - Yeah Baby [Explicit Version] (1999)
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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from Big Punisher - Yeah Baby [Explicit Version] (1999)
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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from Big Punisher - Yeah Baby [Explicit Version] (1999)
[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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from Black And White [Explicit Version] (Black And White) [ost] (2000)
(feat. Big Punisher, Kool G. Rap)
[Kool G. Rap] No doubt The real drama shit All ya rap niggas pay homage When he raps, spit atomics When verse crash the Earth like a comet Raise a prophet, make hot lava spit out like vomit We Vietnam it, scramble ya brain like an omelette Spling baby link the bomb it, keep you reek niggas in bondage A convicts we Allah, then we bomb it We trom it, it take a Terror Squad to dis arm it We layin with grenades in our palms, two hours longer [Big Punisher] Ah shit nigga, you got me started momma one of the good boys Said she got a 400 pound retarted Bronx nigga from the Projects What nigga you don't want it, cock figga figga got it You make me sick, fuckin wit Pun, youse a crazy bitch Hold him for ransom, or cut off his tongue in cause he itchin 80 stitches across cheak, 70 more for talkin cheap A buck 50 even nigga, that's regulation on the street [yo and come on scratched] "No man can go against me!" [more scratchin] "You don't stop me" [Kool G. Rap] Probaly socks soes inside the trenches Closin in for miles to inches, killin the distance, enemy flinches Death finces left for kid limus Made mine behind the barb wire fences Crossfire tent winters Saw my man blow, bandana tied tight like Rambo Burn a slug make the land glow Niggas screamin for medics and ammo Every soldier in your camp go [Big Punisher] Me and my man Joe got ya back AKA Joey Crack, AK with the mack, makin my to the pack Everyday I gotta be strapped, cuz niggas don't know how to act You don't wanna go the gap, cuz T-Squad gonna react Whatta we go? thugs and ammo, by a hundred tons of guns and rambos Just in case you comin Commando I'm a Sopranos and Corleones wit they own armies And a couple of morrenos that'll die for me [Kool G. Rap] Hammers a law under the camouflage here to take jars Put a cap inside ya cap and leave a four in your sarge Killas are large, my two trade pound gauge will sound hard For every round sabotage, bodies hit the ground hard [Big Punisher] That's a pound dog bout to get down and put the work Try the jury but it wouldn't work, skit but it wouldn't merk He glass, no glass, think fast yo ass too late, muthafucka Put a d-rap too fast [scratches] "Act like you want Drama" "Kool G. Rap" "Big Pun" "X-Executioners style" |
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from Black and White [Clean Version] (Black and White) [ost] (2000)
(feat. Big Punisher, Kool G. Rap)
[Kool G. Rap] No doubt The real drama shit All ya rap niggas pay homage When he raps, spit atomics When verse crash the Earth like a comet Raise a prophet, make hot lava spit out like vomit We Vietnam it, scramble ya brain like an omelette Spling baby link the bomb it, keep you reek niggas in bondage A convicts we Allah, then we bomb it We trom it, it take a Terror Squad to dis arm it We layin with grenades in our palms, two hours longer [Big Punisher] Ah shit nigga, you got me started momma one of the good boys Said she got a 400 pound retarted Bronx nigga from the Projects What nigga you don't want it, cock figga figga got it You make me sick, fuckin wit Pun, youse a crazy bitch Hold him for ransom, or cut off his tongue in cause he itchin 80 stitches across cheak, 70 more for talkin cheap A buck 50 even nigga, that's regulation on the street [yo and come on scratched] "No man can go against me!" [more scratchin] "You don't stop me" [Kool G. Rap] Probaly socks soes inside the trenches Closin in for miles to inches, killin the distance, enemy flinches Death finces left for kid limus Made mine behind the barb wire fences Crossfire tent winters Saw my man blow, bandana tied tight like Rambo Burn a slug make the land glow Niggas screamin for medics and ammo Every soldier in your camp go [Big Punisher] Me and my man Joe got ya back AKA Joey Crack, AK with the mack, makin my to the pack Everyday I gotta be strapped, cuz niggas don't know how to act You don't wanna go the gap, cuz T-Squad gonna react Whatta we go? thugs and ammo, by a hundred tons of guns and rambos Just in case you comin Commando I'm a Sopranos and Corleones wit they own armies And a couple of morrenos that'll die for me [Kool G. Rap] Hammers a law under the camouflage here to take jars Put a cap inside ya cap and leave a four in your sarge Killas are large, my two trade pound gauge will sound hard For every round sabotage, bodies hit the ground hard [Big Punisher] That's a pound dog bout to get down and put the work Try the jury but it wouldn't work, skit but it wouldn't merk He glass, no glass, think fast yo ass too late, muthafucka Put a d-rap too fast [scratches] "Act like you want Drama" "Kool G. Rap" "Big Pun" "X-Executioners style" |