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1. _ Watch Those
[Big Punisher] Earth to Pun.. come in Pun.. {*some whining noise*} Yeah yeah yeah.. The levels the levels the levels be good? Levels is good, levels is good? Yeah.. 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 more free lyrics |
2. _ 100%
[Tony Sunshine] Ooooooooooohhhhh.. Puerto Rico [Big Punisher] Toma Chorus: Tony Sunshine Pronto llegara el dia de mi suerte te lo juro por mi gente te juro que un dia llegara And we won't stop We always knew we'd make it Even though you player hated we still made it to the top [Big Punisher] Puerto Rock Puro, not Menudo no I'm not the one I'm studyin Judo, you don't know if I got a gun It's Pun, from the X side of things, baguette inside my rings Everything I want I gets, bada-BING It's mine I Shyne like money that sound like Biggie Fuck around my town, Boogie Down my city Come around get pound, to the ground no pity Watch the sound, fo'-pound twenty round milli' Get smacked silly, for coming out your mug I'm known for bouncin thugs from the Tunnel to the Salsa clubs Don't matter, put the chrome to your bladder Splatter your abs, have you pissin in a plastic bag That's a drag now you abnormal Don't make me go out to rumble, and put some motherfuckin stabs on you The night is young and I'm already fightin hidin my gun Promoter buggin screamin, "Who the fuck invited Pun?" Chorus [Big Punisher] From San Juan to Bayamon, I'm the Don Juan beside the Don Live long, get your party on Don't let the liquor fool you, cause I'll stick it to you Somethin sharp to the heart, or somethin big to move you The Desert or the shottie, whateva you the body that chose to be the dumb nigga at the party Too much Bacardi started speakin dumb Then you tried to snuff Joe - must have been Puerto Rican rum That's the hardcore, two years a sophomore Takes years to earn a pair of Terror Squad balls So get lost or take one, bones I break them Pigs are bacon, so get fried if they come You see that? I'm like G. Rap, 'Pac, Master P all balled up with a twist of Marc Anthony Recognize me I'm the one that's cockin the auto Tony Sunshine please canten el coro Chorus [Tony] It ain't over [Pun] I thought you ain't like the beat [Tony] Te digo que no se ha acabao [Tony Sunshine] La tierra del Borinquen donde nacido yo aha aha aha aha.. Es un jardin florido de magico primor aha aha aha aha aha aha aha... Un cielo siempre nitido, que sirve de dosel y dan arrullos placidos, las olas a sus pies Chorus [Frankie Cutlass sample] A Puerto Rico.. A Puerto Rico.. A Puerto Rico.. A Puerto Rico.. A Puerto Rico.. more free lyrics |
3. _ New York Giants
C'mon.. 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 [Pun] What'cha gon' do? Uhh.. Terror Squad (yeah) Bronx.. Brook-lawn collabo' [Pun] Yo, yo, yo.. Ya heard me? [Big Punisher] 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 Chorus: Big Punisher, M.O.P. [Pun] Set off the sirens [MOP] Form the alliance [Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga [MOP] New York Giants (c'mon!) [Fame] Leave em brainless [Danz] Hit em with the stainless [Fame] It's the.. "World's.. world's.. world's famous!" [Pun] C'mon - violence! [MOP] Form the alliance [Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa [MOP] New York Giants [Fame] Leave em brainless [Danz] Hit em with the stainless [Fame] It's the.. "World's.. world's.. world's famous!" [Big Punisher] 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. Chorus (first 1/2) [Pun] Violence [MOP] Form the alliance [Pun] B.X. [MOP] Violence [Pun] B.K. [MOP] Violence [Lil' Fame] 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 [Billy Danzini] 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 more free lyrics |
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4. _ Air Pun (skit)
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5. _ My Dick
[Tony Sunshine] What's the deal baby? 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.. [Big Punisher] 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! [Tony Sunshine] 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.. more free lyrics |
6. _ We Don't Care
[Cuban Link] Yeah, the foundation, L.G.P. Latins Goin Platinum baby! Yeah yeah, yeah.. Uhh, year 2000 Terror Squadians (Terror Squad) We rock the party and (you won't like me when I'm angry) (I guarantee you, you won't like me when I'm angry) Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Terror Squadians Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uhh, yeah) We rock the party and.. YEAH! I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun my fuckin brother, makin motherfuckers run for cover The number runner son, I'm nothin but a hustler Burnin rubber with drugs, stuffed up in the muffler Shut the fuck up! Bust a slug through your jugular Plus suckers get fucked up with golf clubs, never front on us T.S. baby, straight out the B.X. baby So if they B.S., we deeper than the U.S. Navy You ain't crazy - laid up in the club like WHAT? With all the ladies - showin us nothin but LOVE Guzzlin 80 - proof to truth, straight to the GUT In a Mercedes - Coupe fucked up doin a BUCK If Jakes chase me - I'm cuttin off trucks, pressin my LUCK It's all gravy - puffin the blunt, blazin it UP Maybe you hate me - cause your baby mom's on my NUTS She wanna rape me - just because I'm sexy as FUCK So nigga WHAT? Chorus: Pun and Cuban Link [Pun] Tear the club up! [Link] Cause we don't care [Pun] E'rybody strip [Link] Yeah we don't care [Pun] Shoot the place up! [Link] Yeah we don't care (nuh-ah) We don't care (nuh-AH!) We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!) [Link] Yeah we don't care [Pun] T. Squaders [Link] Yes, yeah we don't care [Pun] Fuck you nigga! [Link] Nah we don't care (nuh-ah) We don't care (nuh-AH!) We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!) [Big Punisher] Yo, I'm livin in mansions, give me the Spanish props I got to have it Loadin and bustin a mac, did shit in the past Was ?? a fourth of they asses Duck when the mac hits or be dead before your body falls Cause when my shotty roars we ignore Guiliani laws My trigger got no heart nigga, I'm blowin apart liver and holdin the glocks, call to the cops, I'm blowin the spot Baby better head for the hills, my niggaz wild for the night My lead ready to peel this shit really real My clip fillity fill your chick with a chill My dick quick to kill, we fittin to ill No survivors, ?? Godivas or roses and flowers Sour the grapes for those opposin the Squaders Don't ?? ??, like funky pajamas, word to my junkie mama I'ma keep it funky for homies livin tomorrow You fuckin with scholars, street knowledge Carter kids stuck to the projects Go ahead keep checkin that mall and me and Cuban gon' keep doublin our chips Keep talkin that dumb shit like you want it Yeah when are you gonna buck shit ??? ???, ??? this mug shit Chorus [Cuban Link] Uhh.. Yeah.. Big Punisher.. Cuban Link.. Terror Squad.. Y'all wanna party? Gon' party our way.. Anything goes.. The code of the streets, WHAT WHAT? .. more free lyrics |
7. _ Ms. Martin
Intro: Big Pun Yeah, sometimes you gotta fool em 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 HOOK: Big Pun 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 Verse 1: Remi Martin 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 HOOK Verse 2: 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 HOOK more free lyrics |
8. _ Nigga Shit
[Big Punisher] 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 more free lyrics |
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9. _ The Creation (intro)
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10. _ Laughing at You
[Tony Sunshine] Ha Ha Ha Do you see me now you remember me the guy from the back of the class that used to where the glasses the one you used to laugh at look at me now brother do u like fruit well I'm chewin your girls nipples how do you like them apples asshole Chorus: Tony Sunshine IM laughing at you IM laughing at you now you told me i was ugly i was scared to crack a smile Pun: Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha IM Laughing at you now Pun Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha I'm laughing at you [Pun] 600 Benz 20 inch rims house on the hill hittin' mad skin Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha It was all a scheme i used to load the teck with the magazine so i was mean but i still had a scheme 17 years young everything seemed fun still considered a veteran cause i feared none Pun's from the street where there aint no rules but carried heat cause he ain't no fool Aint no wrong for dollars in negative digits so debted followers and got rid of the quitters that never forget us cause we've been down since the Genesis 200 horse power to 400 Pegasus the messages don't sleep till its over next thing you know shorty seven feet tippin' over i'm still in the water drownin' Knights and murder till the immortal terror squad threw me a life preserver now im ice forever stomach bustin' out the white carrera life is better now niggas wanna rhyme together ay que sera! what can i do but take you to strive ay que hago! i hope the streets dont take me alive you wasted your life and refused the struggle while i aim for the sky pay dues and bubbles I WIN! Chorus [Pun] Now its not funny cause im hot and got a pot of money alot of hunnies around (Don't stop do the brown for me) my every wish is her command call her bitch she understands i reminisce how she used to dis me and my man check part of the plan she told my son i wasn't the man i aint gonna to stop till i got a heart in my hand I can silence the lamb but couldn't silence her cause she was as wild as a man with a bottle of liquor i'm not going to hit her i'm gonna debt her tonight double platinum now shes one in the tribe well in the ride now well in a fly gettin' high now no more whiteout send the cubans to provide now it's my world i demand my respect give me your girl or get slapped in your neck ain't nothin' change im still humble and modest and im always proud to admit i came straight from the projects hardy har har har [Tony Sunshine] Don't you forget about me now Don't(4x) Don't you forget about me now Dont(4x) naw Nah Nah Nah Nah.... Nah Nah Nah Nah.... Nah Nah Nah Nah.....Nah Nah Nah Nah (*repeat 2x*) [Tony Sunshine] Don't you forget about me now I said don't..don't...don't...don't Chorus more free lyrics |
11. _ It's So Hard
[Big Punisher] You can catch me in the cherry red one-fifty Got the grizzy locked in the stizzy Pop the clizzy goin sixty down a one-wizzy Drunk pissy, tryin to cruise through the avenue While my peoples is poppin bottles up in ?Sue's rendevous? Fuck that, spun the U-ey lost a hubcap It's back to the shack - came back and now, "What's that?" Straight from Paris, checkin Gaby's new baby carriage Perry Ellis (nice), auburn cherry reddish Fresh out the dealer, got the Tec for the squealers Wear a vest for the killers, nuttin less cause it's reala in the Big Apple, where it's quick to get your shit tackled Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you Trust no one (eh eh) got beef bust yo' gun You don't need no one (nope) talkin bout that you owe him I'ma go for dolo - Scarface without Manolo One deep, I be solo, bustin heat, throwin bolos, it's hard Chorus 1 + 2 overlap Chorus 1: Donnell Jones And it's so haaaaaard, yeah Niggaz wanna be like Pun, but they don't bust they guns and it's so haaaaaard.. Niggaz wanna fuck my wife, niggaz wanna take my life but it's so haaaaaard.. Chorus 2: Big Punisher It's hard work baby I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryin to live I ain't goin nowhere I'm stayin alive baby.. That's my wife, I paid for them titties Get your own, your own, ya heard? Niggaz wanna fuck my wife, niggaz wanna take my life but it's so haaaaaard.. [Big Punisher] Rollin with the Squad, we like Gods Catch us at the bar-de-bar-de-bars Strip bars in Miami, almost came home with the Grammy Next year, bringin home three for the family Watch me, you can catch it live on the Hitachi Poppin shit like a Nazi, iced out like DeBiase Fuck that, Liberace Fo'-X Versace, somebody stop me! Never that, SKEE-YU! Where my niggaz at? Uptown! Uptown! You know you feelin that "Cash Rule," hardcore you can dance to That old Biggie give me, "Onnne More Chaaaaance.." Take a glance and I'm off with yours with both hands take off my drawers and jerk me like the Source Awards I love hip-hop, I ain't even probably the best lyricist alive Terror Squad nigga stop sleepin, ooh yeah [Big Punisher] - overlaps chorus What you say your name was again? And I know you from where? Elementary school? .. I don't know you maaaaan! Money, not you again Go THAT way! Loser! Chorus 3: Donell Jones (starts where Pun says "I don't know you") Niggaz wanna be like Pun, but they don't bust they guns and it's so haaaaaard.. Niggaz wanna fuck my wife, niggaz wanna take my life but it's so haaaaaard.. Yeah, cause you ain't fuckin my wife, takin my life And if you just hatin just walk on by... All you haters just walk on by more free lyrics |
12. _ My Turn
[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 more free lyrics |
13. _ You Was Wrong
[Drag-On] What? T-S nigga Y'all don't know? [Drag-On] Aiyyo its on, I see how niggas didn't learn You is wrong, thought the fire didn't burn Its on, me and Pun ain't from the Bronx You's wrong, nigga we can get it on Aiyyo, guns we toss 'em, and bodies we auction To his family we tell 'em he owed us a fortune Gimme forty-thou, you can have yo' child, you don't know What I had to go through, to clap this clown, check my background The last nigga to see you bleed, the last nigga to see you breath The last nigga you wish you shoulda believed And Drag move quick, blend right into a wall like a brick The only thing you see before I blow off ya shit is my wrist 'Cuz my hand the gun is covered in Not this range, when I pump this pistol, its very rare I miss it Damn it on ya lips Y'all keep talkin like y'all teflon with no weap-ons Nigga I'm pumpin my four, I ain't throwin no more Nowadays niggas run upstairs, open they drawer My circumstance, you ain't got that chance mines in my draw, you get it? Thats means y'all walks for two dicks, so don't be stupid and make me use one unless you ?that bitch? [Big Pun] Aiyyo its one, you thought I was wack You was wrong, album double plat Yo its on, stop talkin shit You was wrong, get off my dick How dare you doubt on the ???, Big Pun the undoubtable The only rapper that'll pull out a gun and slap the shit outta you You can't tell me nothin, I'll clonk you and stomp out ya belly button I'm too violent for this rap shit, I should be out somehwere killin som'thin Too quick to blast, some niggas talk shit and dash But I really will KICK YOUR ASS Juggernaut, I don't care if you a thug or not I'll get Jamaican on ya ass, boy, with the Bambaclad On your mark get ready, run, I'm sparkin everyone The one get locked stand back and watch where you from How dare you come and try to shit where I eat Fuck you nigga, literally Dick in your cheeks, you rich in the street But I'm still gon' hit cha'll niggas because up north you be tossin salads with maple syrup I know you hate to hear it, but everybody know this one Why you always gotta be right nigga, why can't you ever be wrong [Fat Joe] Now its on, from the Bronx where its at You was wrong, me and Pun brought it back Now its on, stay on with the gat You was wrong, its the Don, Joey Crack Who the fuck want beef with Joe Crack Make your body fold back Lift his soul with the chrome mack I don't chat on the phone, 'cuz the phone tapped You heard theres money on the block we control that I got the work in the pot where that stove at Cook it up 'til its wack, get my dough back You niggas so wack, tryin'a compete I blind you with heat, I'm the reason crime on the street I die for my peeps, keep an open eye when I sleep Let you slide when I coulda put five in your Jeep Who's liver than me? I ain't know you really want it I'm like Christ, niggas beg for they life when they see me comin Ain't nodoby gonna stop my shine, you out'cho mind Don't make me have to cock my nine, pop ya spine Neva did believe in the Don's since ninety-two I've been proving that y'all niggas was wrong [Remi Martin] Aiyyo, its on, though I'd stay on the block You was wrong, now Remi on the rock So its on, thought I wasn't gonna drop You was wrong, I was right all along I told these niggas, that I was the sickest bitch And everytime you spit, I'ma spit some sicker shit Ridicoulous, I reminise when I blaze the track Tight shit, make a nigga wanna play ya back I'm hatin that, but I'ma make 'em all believers Fuck hot, I'ma come and straight drop a fever Cop a heater, turn around and pop your leader And for the followers, I'ma leave their heads hollower Make your wig twisted as if I was Oliver Layin in a hospital, hooked up the monitors Thats for the game, y'all lames just came to first 'Cuz I ain't neva heard a bitch straight flame a verse I blame the church, how God let you lie like that Who scribed you for, 'cuz you ain't neva rhymed like that How the fuck you gon' tell me that chick is tight She ain't 'aight 'cuz she don't write, you wrong Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah Baby more free lyrics |
14. _ Off Wit His Head
[Big Punisher] I don't give a fuck! Til I die, I'ma live it up Hit em up, nigga what what, nigga what? Better watch yo' ass 'fore I pull the choppers out the stash and helicopter yo' ass, about a block and a half Cause I'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz Puff lye with my niggaz til I'm high with my niggaz Where you at Prop? [Prospect] Aiyyo it's off with his head Let the blood-shed, cause all my thug sons'll bust lead Yo I rep like one of the best, my Mac numbin your flesh They on tracks but they runnin from death Who fuckin with 'spect? Yo dog, I'm the youngest to rep Comin correct, niggaz know I blow my gun in a sec Cause I'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz Puff lye with my niggaz til I'm high with my niggaz What the deal Twin? [Big Punisher] Yeeeah baby! Aiyyo it's off with his head Slap the shit out the Devil and tear his horns off his head Aiyyo it's almost over, few months we all gon' know Jehovah Til then I'ma keep the steel in the shoulder holster I ain't ready to die, bury me alive But if my nigga got beef, we goin together tonight Cause I'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz Puff lye with my niggaz til I'm high with my niggaz What you say Twin? [Prospect] Aiyyo it's off with his head Left a body stiff and dead with the infrared It's hard to survive, ? armor hold ? this tribe And takin niggaz lives, so what? They tryin take mine What I'm supposed to do? Let shit slide like I was close to you? This murder I write, pushin a hearse, let me chaffeur you Cause I'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz Puff lye with my niggaz til I'm high with my niggaz What the deal son? [Big Punisher] Aiyyo it's off with his head Nigga I was born in the fuckin Dawn of the Dead I always got my Dunn like I always got my gun Fresh out the box, oiled and cocked, Glock 21 Once I have a gun to pop, I ain't gon' stop til I'm done So either call the cops, or bust a shot - nigga uhh Cause I'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz Puff lye with my niggaz til I'm high with my niggaz Hold me down Pros' [Prospect] Aiyyo it's off with his head Put that nigga to sleep and make a coffin his bed I come from rough times where niggaz bust 9's and be like fuck rhymes and puff dimes, slippin on front lines and lust crimes You better trust mines, I'm down for the cause Gimme a round of applause and hear the sound of the 4's Cause I'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz Puff lye with my niggaz til I'm high with my niggaz What the deal kid? [Big Punisher] Aiyyo it's off with his head Cock the lead redecorate the crib burgandy red Aiyyo I never front, I want whatever nigga let's dump Whoever want it gonna get lift with the pump I mention I'm dumb, my trigger finger fittin to jump Got the whole left side of my face twitchin and stuff Cause I'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz Puff lye with my niggaz til I'm high with my niggaz Take us home Dunn [Prospect] Aiyyo it's off with his head He ain't really want it so he lost it instead "Picture Me Rollin" like 'Pac in the drop, my style too hot to figure out, oh Lord, please don't make me put this nigga out My trigger shout through your area code The scary explos', your click get, leary of foes Cause I'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz Puff lye with my niggaz til I'm high with my niggaz Now it's on Twin - now it's on Twin Yeah, hah, now it's on Twin [Opera Steve] Terror Squad, Big Pun, The Don, Armaged-deon Prospect, Triple Seis, Cuban Link, Terror Squaaaaaaaaad.. {*singing til before end*} more free lyrics |
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