Lyric 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

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[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!"}

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