[Big Punisher]
Aiyyo I m hard to talk toif you live I probably thought you stalked you
where you walked to at nightcaught you then tried to extort you
New York niggaz is trigger happygot Pataki scared
This town ain t big enough for both of us AND I AIN T GOIN NOWHERE
There it isplain and simple like Jigga my game is mental
While slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out they temples
I m into black magical torture romantic dramatical author
Compatible with the average New Yorker
A fast talkerlike Tony when gas whores I m the masked enforcer
out for the cash and the cho-cha
Smash the cocabottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up
If I roll upyou do what? Swallow the stuff
I don t give a fuck anymoreI m only twenty-four years old
and I ve already broken every law
I m horrorcorethis is for the heads
Runnin up in your cribknot if you still hot in under the bed

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

Yoparental discretion advisedplease cover your eyes
Little kids -- GET OUT OF HERE!!! This shits is homicide!
Drugs and moneythis ain t no Bugs Bunny!
Little girls too; this ain t for you it s for the thugs honey!

[Big Punisher]
Hey yo my shit s the truth150 proof no question
Parental discretion advisedkeep out the eyes of the youth
It s too explicitbullshit! I challenge the statistics
Violence existed before our music was even suggested
Arrested on sightit s like there s no rights
That s why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life
I fight the powerspite the power the 90 percent
Keep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasons
The seasons change.. things re-arrangebut I stay the same
Play the gamefor the wealthuntil I ve made myself a name
So blame it all on the gangster rapperthanks to Joey Crack
for the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra
I ain t a actor so it s all factsstrictly raw rap
Totally intended for yours dressed in all black
with the ski maskor the pantyhose makin cameos
in liquor store cameras with the twin Calico s

Chorus 2X

[Big Punisher]
So forget the boomone lookyou shook -- you know I m stickin you
Liftin you off the groundlook down -- that s where I m puttin you
Look in my eyes and remember mehow does it feel mentally
havin the enemy be the last thing you ever see?
The recipe is death and I m the cheffricaseein your flesh
Be my guestbut I ain t cleanin the mess
Me and TS we testin niggaz faithjust to see they face
expression when destined to statesthat death be in the case
I m in the state of gracein the hated raceby the pagan face
Couldn t fight usmade a virusgave us AIDS
I paint the wake cause they ain t get me yetwet me
or reflect me yetI know they comin they just tryin to let me sweat
I wreck it like when I was just a boyeatin Chips Ahoy!
Wasn t allowed to raise my voicenow I m makin noise
No more toysstrictly Mac s and missilesshorties with forties
packin pistols catchin bodies make sure we ll get you
So they sayI pray there s a better way
My kids don t do as I dothey do as I saycause daddy don t play

Chorus 2X

[Busta Rhymes]
Word is bond
One thing about MC s is that we don t conceal the truth
We present real pictures about the positive and the negative
So don t blame the hip-hop when your seed is learnin the real life from us
Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house
Parents...
You don t do your job we gonna put your children to bed at nine o clock
Past your bedtime
You get your ass in bed you ain t posed to be hearin this shit
Word up
Punishment motherfuckers!
By the Punisherand Busta Rhymeshah
Terror Squad! Flipmode Squad niggaz!

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