Lirik Lagu Parental Discretion - Big Punisher F/ Busta Rhymes
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[Big Punisher]Aiyyo I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalkedyouwhere you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort youNew York niggaz is trigger happy, got Pataki scaredThis town ain't big enough for both of us AND I AIN'T GOIN NOWHEREThere it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mentalWhile slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out they templesI'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical authorCompatible with the average New YorkerA fast talker, like Tony when gas whores I'm the masked enforcerout for the cash and the cho-chaSmash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it upIf I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuffI don't give a fuck anymore, I'm only twenty-four years oldand I've already broken every lawI'm horrorcore, this is for the headsRunnin up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bedChorus: Busta RhymesYo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyesLittle kids -- GET OUT OF HERE!!! This shits is homicide!Drugs and money, this 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 truth, 150 proof no questionParental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youthIt's too explicit, bullshit! I challenge the statisticsViolence existed before our music was even suggestedArrested on sight, it's like there's no rightsThat's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to lifeI fight the power, spite the power the 90 percentKeep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasonsThe seasons change.. things re-arrange, but I stay the samePlay the game, for the wealth, until I've made myself a nameSo blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crackfor the chance to do it my way like Frank SinatraI ain't a actor so it's all facts, strictly raw rapTotally intended for yours dressed in all blackwith the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin cameosin liquor store cameras with the twin Calico'sChorus 2X[Big Punisher]So forget the boom, one look, you shook -- you know I'm stickin youLiftin you off the ground, look down -- that's where I'm puttin youLook in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentallyhavin the enemy be the last thing you ever see?The recipe is death and I'm the chef, fricaseein your fleshBe my guest, but I ain't cleanin the messMe and TS we testin niggaz faith, just to see they faceexpression when destined to states, that death be in the caseI'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan faceCouldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDSI paint the wake cause they ain't get me yet, wet meor reflect me yet, I know they comin they just tryin to let me sweatI wreck it like when I was just a boy, eatin Chips Ahoy!Wasn't allowed to raise my voice, now I'm makin noiseNo more toys, strictly Mac's and missiles, shorties with fortiespackin pistols catchin bodies make sure we'll get youSo they say, I pray there's a better wayMy kids don't do as I do, they do as I say, cause daddy don't playChorus 2X[Busta Rhymes]Word is bondOne thing about MC's is that we don't conceal the truthWe present real pictures about the positive and the negativeSo don't blame the hip-hop when your seed is learnin the real lifefrom usDo your duty at home and raise your child in the houseParents...You don't do your job we gonna put your children to bed at nineo'clockPast your bedtimeYou get your ass in bed you ain't 'posed to be hearin this shitWord upPunishment motherfuckers!By the Punisher, and Busta Rhymes, hahTerror Squad! Flipmode Squad niggaz!
