Lirik Lagu Classic Verses (Drop It Heavy And Fantastic 4) - Big Punisher
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[Verse One]Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah MuhammadBut I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violenceHard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen upIf you ever see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffsAin't no snitch in us, bitch in usUnofficial-ness, everything we outside you wish you wasOfficial thugs in the drug professionDrug connections, drug addictionsStill seein the judge for drug possessionThe four-D's, all these is more reas'to either get big, or leave and let liveWe the best there is T.S., ain't nobody elseWe probably Dove, cause we all way on top of the shelfI'm lockin your wealth with the master keys, freezeDon't try to breeze, or I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your kneesJust pass the cheese, please don't test the toasterMy tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's TestarossaYou're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breathYou goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your fleshYou was posin a threat, now you froze in the bedMinute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dickNow what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your albumI thought you was wildin bustin your guns and runnin the islandYou was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college creditsHow pathetic, did it to get out of the calistheticsI'm +Dianetics+ combined with lyricsMy matureness is my insuranceKill my appearance, I'm a shinin spiritYou gotta fear it, cause every last gem is poisonYou gotta cheer it, you can't win you better join emI'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy GospelI'm the only vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin nostrilsWatch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yoursWarlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours
[Verse Two]Fuck all y'all non-believers; I roll with God, the Squad and T.S.Out with the B.S. we platinum, they even doubted JesusNiggas is 85%, I'm 400 solidBrain-bolic with knowledge, cock-diesel scholarsHoldin it down, walkin around with gold by the poundFrozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crownTalk of the town, soakin you down wit toast 'til you drownGhost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll open the groundSave the jokes for the clowns, I'm on the serious tipYou keep playin.. and I get furious quickAnd now I take you for a walk through the ghettoEither spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devilI rep the borough that mothered this rap shit, I used to clap shitNow I just lay back and mack on some mack shitI used to have to pack a mac in back of the Ac[ura]Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shackIt's like that, but don't think I won't counter actMy niggaz is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his backI'm swift with the mac, quicker than Kung Fuwith the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a mongoose
[Verse Two]Fuck all y'all non-believers; I roll with God, the Squad and T.S.Out with the B.S. we platinum, they even doubted JesusNiggas is 85%, I'm 400 solidBrain-bolic with knowledge, cock-diesel scholarsHoldin it down, walkin around with gold by the poundFrozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crownTalk of the town, soakin you down wit toast 'til you drownGhost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll open the groundSave the jokes for the clowns, I'm on the serious tipYou keep playin.. and I get furious quickAnd now I take you for a walk through the ghettoEither spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devilI rep the borough that mothered this rap shit, I used to clap shitNow I just lay back and mack on some mack shitI used to have to pack a mac in back of the Ac[ura]Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shackIt's like that, but don't think I won't counter actMy niggaz is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his backI'm swift with the mac, quicker than Kung Fuwith the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a mongoose
