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(feat. Busta Rhymes)<br /><br />[Big Punisher]<br />Aiyyo I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you<br />where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you<br />New York niggaz is trigger happy, got Pataki scared<br />This town ain't big enough for both of us AND I AIN'T GOIN NOWHERE<br />There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental<br />While slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out they temples<br />I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical author<br />Compatible with the average New Yorker<br />A fast talker, like Tony when he gassed Sosa<br />The masked enforcer, out for the cash and the cho-cha<br />Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up<br />If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff<br />I don't give a fuck anymore, I'm only twenty-four years old<br />and I've already broken every law<br />I'm horrorcore, this is for the heads<br />Runnin up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed<br /><br />[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]<br />Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes<br />Little kids -- GET OUT OF HERE!!! This shits is homicide!<br />Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny!<br />Little girls too; this ain't for you it's for the thugs honey!<br /><br />[Big Punisher]<br />Hey yo my shit's the truth, 150 proof no question<br />Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth<br />It's too explicit, bullshit! I challenge the statistics<br />Violence existed before our music was even suggested<br />Arrested on sight, it's like there's no rights<br />That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life<br />I fight the power, spite the power the 90 percent<br />Keep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasons<br />The seasons change.. things re-arrange, but I stay the same<br />Play the game, for the wealth, until I've made myself a name<br />So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack<br />for the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra<br />I ain't a actor so it's all facts, strictly raw rap<br />Totally intended for yours dressed in all black<br />with the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin cameos<br />in liquor store cameras with the twin Calico's<br /><br />Chorus 2X<br /><br />[Big Punisher]<br />So forget the boom, one look, you shook -- you know I'm stickin you<br />Liftin you off the ground, look down -- that's where I'm puttin you<br />Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally<br />havin the enemy be the last thing you ever see?<br />The recipe is death and I'm the chef, fricaseein your flesh<br />Be my guest, but I ain't cleanin the mess<br />Me and TS we testin niggaz faith, just to see they face<br />expression when destined to states, that death be in the case<br />I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face<br />Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS<br />I paint the wake cause they ain't get me yet, wet me<br />or reflect me yet, I know they comin they just tryin to let me sweat<br />I wreck it like when I was just a boy, eatin Chips Ahoy!<br />Wasn't allowed to raise my voice, now I'm makin noise<br />No more toys, strictly Mac's and missiles, shorties with forties<br />packin pistols catchin bodies make sure we'll get you<br />So they say, I pray there's a better way<br />My kids don't do as I do, they do as I say, cause daddy don't play<br /><br />Chorus 2X<br /><br />[Busta Rhymes]<br />Word is bond<br />One thing about MC's is that we don't conceal the truth<br />We present real pictures about the positive and the negative<br />So don't blame the hip-hop when your seed is learnin the real life from us<br />Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house<br />Parents...<br />You don't do your job we gonna put your children to bed at nine o'clock<br />Past your bedtime<br />You get your ass in bed you ain't 'posed to be hearin this shit<br />Word up<br />Punishment motherfuckers!<br />By the Punisher, and Busta Rhymes, hah<br />Terror Squad! Flipmode Squad niggaz!
Letra nueva de la canción
(feat. Busta Rhymes)<br /><br />[Big Punisher]<br />Aiyyo I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you<br />where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you<br />New York niggaz is trigger happy, got Pataki scared<br />This town ain't big enough for both of us AND I AIN'T GOIN NOWHERE<br />There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental<br />While slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out they temples<br />I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical author<br />Compatible with the average New Yorker<br />A fast talker, like Tony when he gassed Sosa<br />The masked enforcer, out for the cash and the cho-cha<br />Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up<br />If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff<br />I don't give a fuck anymore, I'm only twenty-four years old<br />and I've already broken every law<br />I'm horrorcore, this is for the heads<br />Runnin up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed<br /><br />[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]<br />Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes<br />Little kids -- GET OUT OF HERE!!! This shits is homicide!<br />Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny!<br />Little girls too; this ain't for you it's for the thugs honey!<br /><br />[Big Punisher]<br />Hey yo my shit's the truth, 150 proof no question<br />Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth<br />It's too explicit, bullshit! I challenge the statistics<br />Violence existed before our music was even suggested<br />Arrested on sight, it's like there's no rights<br />That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life<br />I fight the power, spite the power the 90 percent<br />Keep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasons<br />The seasons change.. things re-arrange, but I stay the same<br />Play the game, for the wealth, until I've made myself a name<br />So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack<br />for the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra<br />I ain't a actor so it's all facts, strictly raw rap<br />Totally intended for yours dressed in all black<br />with the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin cameos<br />in liquor store cameras with the twin Calico's<br /><br />Chorus 2X<br /><br />[Big Punisher]<br />So forget the boom, one look, you shook -- you know I'm stickin you<br />Liftin you off the ground, look down -- that's where I'm puttin you<br />Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally<br />havin the enemy be the last thing you ever see?<br />The recipe is death and I'm the chef, fricaseein your flesh<br />Be my guest, but I ain't cleanin the mess<br />Me and TS we testin niggaz faith, just to see they face<br />expression when destined to states, that death be in the case<br />I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face<br />Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS<br />I paint the wake cause they ain't get me yet, wet me<br />or reflect me yet, I know they comin they just tryin to let me sweat<br />I wreck it like when I was just a boy, eatin Chips Ahoy!<br />Wasn't allowed to raise my voice, now I'm makin noise<br />No more toys, strictly Mac's and missiles, shorties with forties<br />packin pistols catchin bodies make sure we'll get you<br />So they say, I pray there's a better way<br />My kids don't do as I do, they do as I say, cause daddy don't play<br /><br />Chorus 2X<br /><br />[Busta Rhymes]<br />Word is bond<br />One thing about MC's is that we don't conceal the truth<br />We present real pictures about the positive and the negative<br />So don't blame the hip-hop when your seed is learnin the real life from us<br />Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house<br />Parents...<br />You don't do your job we gonna put your children to bed at nine o'clock<br />Past your bedtime<br />You get your ass in bed you ain't 'posed to be hearin this shit<br />Word up<br />Punishment motherfuckers!<br />By the Punisher, and Busta Rhymes, hah<br />Terror Squad! Flipmode Squad niggaz!
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