The Punisher - Lyrics - Don't Sweat The Technique - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: The Punisher
Album: Don't Sweat The Technique
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin

Lyric:
Kill him again

Try to identify the man in front of ya
But it ain?t the role, the gear or the money, the
Swift intellectionist with plenty ya
Bite, if it?s dark I?ll spark every one of ya
I throw a mic in the crowd it?s a question
I got the answer it includes directions
Go manufacture a mask show me after
A glass of a master that has to make musical massacre

Attack your wack ?till it?s handicapped
You?ll never hold the mic again, try to hand it back
'Cuz every rapper that comes I cut off his thumbs
Put a record to his neck if he swallows it hums
Slice from ear to ear so till can hear better
Before he bleed to death here, hear every letter
And you can see quick and thick the blood can get

If you try to change the style or the subject
As I get deep in the rhyme I?m becomin? a
Emcee murderer before I?m done, I?m a
Prepare the chamber the torture?s comin? up
Trip through the mind at the end you?ll find
It?s the punisher

Kill ?em again

I hold the mic as hostage, emcees are ransom
Rhymes?ll punish ?em 'cuz they don?t undertsand ?em
I heat up his brain, then explain then I hand him
A redhot microphone that?s how I planned ?em
Rhymes call information unite midnight
Like a platoon putting bullet wounds in the mic
If ya curse me, it ain?t no mercy
Give him a autopsy, killed by a verse of me

I took a kid and cut off his eyelid
Kill him slow so he could see what I did
And if he don?t understand what I said
I?m pushing his eyeballs way to the back of his head
So he can see what he?s getting into
A part of the mind that he never been through
A journey is coming 'cuz ya getting sent to
A place harder to find but it?s all in the mental

I ran a brain scan to locate his game plan
When I?m through with his brain he ain?t the same, man
Did he lose his mind or lost in his mind
But this ain?t the lost and found because ya can?t find
Your foundation coasting, your mind is
Drifting, in slow motion frozen

Looks like another murder at the Mardi grass, B
Too late to send out a search party
Once ya out of ya head then ya can?t get back
I give ?em a map, but he still get trapped, so
Prepare the chamber, the torture?s coming up
Trip through the mind, at the end you?ll find it?s the punisher

Kill ?em again

Dangerous rhymes performed like surgery
Cuts so deep you?ll be bleeding burgundy
My intellect wrecks and disconnects your cerebral cortex
Your cerebellum is next
Your conscience becomes sub-conscious
Soon your response is nonsense

The last words are blurred mumbled then slurred
Then your verbs are no longer heard
You get your lung fried so good you?re tongue-tied
He couldn?t swing or hang so he hung ?till he died
Reincarnate him and kill him again again and again gain and again
I leave him in the mausoleum so you can see him

I got a dead M Cing museum
When I create ?em, I cremate ?em and complicate ?em
You can?t save ?em there?s no ultamatum
Mic?s lay around full of ashes with the victim?s name in slashes
Got a long list and I?m a get every one of ya
Beware of the punisher

Then I?m a kill ?em again
Wake ?em up kill ?em again

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The Punisher - Lyrics - Rakim

Title: The Punisher
Artist: Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin

Lyric:
Kill him again

Try to identify the man in front of ya
But it ain?t the role, the gear or the money, the
Swift intellectionist with plenty ya
Bite, if it?s dark I?ll spark every one of ya
I throw a mic in the crowd it?s a question
I got the answer it includes directions
Go manufacture a mask show me after
A glass of a master that has to make musical massacre

Attack your wack ?till it?s handicapped
You?ll never hold the mic again, try to hand it back
'Cuz every rapper that comes I cut off his thumbs
Put a record to his neck if he swallows it hums
Slice from ear to ear so till can hear better
Before he bleed to death here, hear every letter
And you can see quick and thick the blood can get

If you try to change the style or the subject
As I get deep in the rhyme I?m becomin? a
Emcee murderer before I?m done, I?m a
Prepare the chamber the torture?s comin? up
Trip through the mind at the end you?ll find
It?s the punisher

Kill ?em again

I hold the mic as hostage, emcees are ransom
Rhymes?ll punish ?em 'cuz they don?t undertsand ?em
I heat up his brain, then explain then I hand him
A redhot microphone that?s how I planned ?em
Rhymes call information unite midnight
Like a platoon putting bullet wounds in the mic
If ya curse me, it ain?t no mercy
Give him a autopsy, killed by a verse of me

I took a kid and cut off his eyelid
Kill him slow so he could see what I did
And if he don?t understand what I said
I?m pushing his eyeballs way to the back of his head
So he can see what he?s getting into
A part of the mind that he never been through
A journey is coming 'cuz ya getting sent to
A place harder to find but it?s all in the mental

I ran a brain scan to locate his game plan
When I?m through with his brain he ain?t the same, man
Did he lose his mind or lost in his mind
But this ain?t the lost and found because ya can?t find
Your foundation coasting, your mind is
Drifting, in slow motion frozen

Looks like another murder at the Mardi grass, B
Too late to send out a search party
Once ya out of ya head then ya can?t get back
I give ?em a map, but he still get trapped, so
Prepare the chamber, the torture?s coming up
Trip through the mind, at the end you?ll find it?s the punisher

Kill ?em again

Dangerous rhymes performed like surgery
Cuts so deep you?ll be bleeding burgundy
My intellect wrecks and disconnects your cerebral cortex
Your cerebellum is next
Your conscience becomes sub-conscious
Soon your response is nonsense

The last words are blurred mumbled then slurred
Then your verbs are no longer heard
You get your lung fried so good you?re tongue-tied
He couldn?t swing or hang so he hung ?till he died
Reincarnate him and kill him again again and again gain and again
I leave him in the mausoleum so you can see him

I got a dead M Cing museum
When I create ?em, I cremate ?em and complicate ?em
You can?t save ?em there?s no ultamatum
Mic?s lay around full of ashes with the victim?s name in slashes
Got a long list and I?m a get every one of ya
Beware of the punisher

Then I?m a kill ?em again
Wake ?em up kill ?em again

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Tres Leches - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Tres Leches
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): E Barrier, R Diggs, A Johnson, J Hunter, W Griffin, C Rios

Lyric:
Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
Wake you up and as I stare in your, wake you up and as I stare in your

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember P, the one you got your whole style from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got your rhyme style from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from?)
Yo it's the P

Yo, disperse from off this, who the culprits
That claim to be the newest, rappin' bullshit
My rhymes, get Ruger endorsements, my song boost
And the tech sales through the ceiling, let's talk with guns

Convo' til' the police come
Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match
First max like it's Hamburger Hill for real
It's Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on

My outfit stuck on some wild out shit, all about it
We move gambit, through the overcrowded
Forthwith, pull out long fifths, extended clips
Point the nozzle and shift your back disc

Me and the clicka, sit down and eat dinner
Wake up every mornin' write a new banger
That strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P
Or the H A V O C, nigga

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got the technique from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got your freestyle from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Deck, I told y'all, protect ya' neck)
I'm Rebel INS your highness

Fake one, take one, no ultimatum face one
There's no escape from straight from the brain come the great one
My blade swung, decapitate your snake head
Slit your snake tongue make one false maneuver you a mystery

Unsolved, the mob that we robbed automatically involved
Musclebound sounds surround commercial thugs
Rock turtledove Bowery suits
And purple gloves, me and you can have some fun

Make it a blast, you couldn't take the impact
With steel shoulder pads, blood for blood
Veteran, covered in mud, wounded in the midst of war
Still tradin' slugs gettin' major love

Way above you newcomers, I come thunderin'
With the heat of two summers when I enter the zone
Move mountains with the presence alone before the words rip through
The microphone, chrome dipped lyrics are known to split stone
You private eyes home in but can't seem to clone

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, the one you bit your whole shit from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, I snatched away the moon and blew away the sun)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, the one with over a thousand guns)
You start to suffer

Yo, Big Punisher's ready, Prodigy, Deck and me, QB and Bronx trilogy
Lyrically hazardous for your wealth, swing on your worlds piece
Foil your plans, boil your grams, take a shine
Fold all your hands, spoil your man's, make him mine

Take all you made, call you gay on Hot 97
Drop by your dwellin' got the weapon right behind your melon
Ain't no tellin' when the bullet's behind the trigger
I do it to live niggaz and Pulitzer Prize winners

You wouldn't survive nigga, if I chose you
Froze you from ear to ear, showin' your whole vocal
Who told you, you could roll through
My lyrics practically rose you from the grave, like the crow's do

I told you a long time ago, don't ever fuck me
'Cause if I leave you half dead, consider yourself very lucky
Very ugly from the face up, leave you laced up
Joey Crillz props, Cuban Link, triple seize what?

Soon, you start to suffer
The RZA, the RZA
The Inspectah Deck, Inspectah Deck
Yo it's the P, yo it's the P, yo it's the P
The Punisher's ready, the Punisher's ready

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Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy) - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy)
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): E Barrier, R Diggs, A Johnson, J Hunter, W Griffin, C Rios

Lyric:
Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
Wake you up and as I stare in your, wake you up and as I stare in your

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember P, the one you got your whole style from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got your rhyme style from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from?)
Yo it's the P

Yo, disperse from off this, who the culprits
That claim to be the newest, rappin' bullshit
My rhymes, get Ruger endorsements, my song boost
And the tech sales through the ceiling, let's talk with guns

Convo' til' the police come
Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match
First max like it's Hamburger Hill for real
It's Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on

My outfit stuck on some wild out shit, all about it
We move gambit, through the overcrowded
Forthwith, pull out long fifths, extended clips
Point the nozzle and shift your back disc

Me and the clicka, sit down and eat dinner
Wake up every mornin' write a new banger
That strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P
Or the H A V O C, nigga

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got the technique from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got your freestyle from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Deck, I told y'all, protect ya' neck)
I'm Rebel INS your highness

Fake one, take one, no ultimatum face one
There's no escape from straight from the brain come the great one
My blade swung, decapitate your snake head
Slit your snake tongue make one false maneuver you a mystery

Unsolved, the mob that we robbed automatically involved
Musclebound sounds surround commercial thugs
Rock turtledove Bowery suits
And purple gloves, me and you can have some fun

Make it a blast, you couldn't take the impact
With steel shoulder pads, blood for blood
Veteran, covered in mud, wounded in the midst of war
Still tradin' slugs gettin' major love

Way above you newcomers, I come thunderin'
With the heat of two summers when I enter the zone
Move mountains with the presence alone before the words rip through
The microphone, chrome dipped lyrics are known to split stone
You private eyes home in but can't seem to clone

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, the one you bit your whole shit from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, I snatched away the moon and blew away the sun)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, the one with over a thousand guns)
You start to suffer

Yo, Big Punisher's ready, Prodigy, Deck and me, QB and Bronx trilogy
Lyrically hazardous for your wealth, swing on your worlds piece
Foil your plans, boil your grams, take a shine
Fold all your hands, spoil your man's, make him mine

Take all you made, call you gay on Hot 97
Drop by your dwellin' got the weapon right behind your melon
Ain't no tellin' when the bullet's behind the trigger
I do it to live niggaz and Pulitzer Prize winners

You wouldn't survive nigga, if I chose you
Froze you from ear to ear, showin' your whole vocal
Who told you, you could roll through
My lyrics practically rose you from the grave, like the crow's do

I told you a long time ago, don't ever fuck me
'Cause if I leave you half dead, consider yourself very lucky
Very ugly from the face up, leave you laced up
Joey Crillz props, Cuban Link, triple seize what?

Soon, you start to suffer
The RZA, the RZA
The Inspectah Deck, Inspectah Deck
Yo it's the P, yo it's the P, yo it's the P
The Punisher's ready, the Punisher's ready

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Glamour Life - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Glamour Life
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): Lashan Lewis, C Rios

Lyric:
Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks
Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo
Platinum status, yeah, what up, what up?
Stick around

Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour like my man Tony Montana
Stand and pose in front of cameras
With my golden silk pajamas on smoking Havanas, drinking Don P
Thinking beyond deeper than Gandhi, while I'm in the Diamante

Counting my G's, I'm out to be a millionaire
Dipped in gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air
Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into getting Benjamin's
'Cuz if doesn't make dollars, then it doesn't make sense

I represent, I'm in to be the king of New York
Went from living in tenements to up in house resorts
I'm the Latino, that'll take you to war like Al Pacino
Even De Niro know not to gamble in my casino

Vino wanna rock, slaps, to dinners with mobsters
I got shit locked from Prospect Ave. to the tropics
Sitting on top of the world like the sun
A living legend from the Bronx, second to none, unless it's Pun

It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice
And get ready for the glamour life

Ripped off from the infinity
Dump the body an' the shottie down the lake, leaving no identity
Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make move on my rivalries
All eyes I be, on the quest for loot

Pushing a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops, against the big-joker
Sipping alimoca, playing poker with some chocha
Heard an approacher, must be fam, but damn I had to smoke Pun
(Get the motherfucking gun)
Since [unverified] become the one wanted for a lump sum of G's

Dirty rats pack gats for cheese bullets of breeze at light speed
Taking your pretty wife life and sacrificing your seeds
Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's
Ship his body to the states, filled with 50 keys

Please, no remorse for your two face
Inside a symbol, my life throughout the motherfucking suitcase
You about to take who's place? Not Seis
Your body'll be laced, and left without a trace

The glamour life, the glamour life, yo
It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice
And get ready for the glamour life

Yo, it's the motherfucking Don Cartagena
The leader, Terror Squad cleaner
Leave your family crying for you like Argentina, Mira
Sweet dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick

Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid you start some shit
My squad's equipped with an arsenal of ammunition
Hollow tips an', cop killers with the [unverified]
Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days

Nigga I'm staying paid, you's a joke
Always broke with your lazy ways
Anyway, back to the subject, in the bub-Lex
In the back seat, having rough sex

I love this glamorous life I live, having the ice and shit
Think twice, I give Christ your kids
I live life for gifts, keep the five burning while the tires turning
I blaze an L and seek a higher learning
Kaiser's learnin' everything illegally
We could de friend for years, cross me once that's theivity

It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice
And get ready for the glamour life

Yo, the dough, the rap, the audience, party heavy till the 40's in
I'll like the Yakuza run the Orient
Take all the rent, and no man wept the path his daughter went
Dicks with the fallopian, wide as auditorium

She fuck for dough for opium, prostitute emporium
500 Benz, 500 friends sell Cambodian
8's cup of vodka, 4 cup of juice for sodium
Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia

It's get you down, but you spitting image of Appolonia
Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of coke
Plus songs I wrote, milkin' dumb honeys I poke
The young blood sat on the bench in Vant Courtland, slingin'

Singing how he trying to get cash for Jordan's
Another cat toss his Beamer to get the insurance
Currency's gonna murder me, it's never enough
Breakin' my ass gettin' it, just as fast as I spend the stuff
Calling Uncle Sam's bluff dun, taxes don't bite us, bite us

My life, my life
It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice
And get ready for the glamour life

The glamour life, play precise, defense is tight
I'm out to settle the score, let's do it right
Enough for looking at grave, it's paying back tonight
Yo Twin pass the lah, pass the light

The glamour life, this life I live is trife as shit
Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to live
I used to live in the gutter, me and my mother
Now she's fifty years old, pushing a hummer

The glamour life, hand me a knife I'll slice and dice
Minimize, send them to Christ in the after life
Pass the mic down the line, let them hear it
Let them fear it, send it screaming to the Holy Spirit

Glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life
It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour, it's the glamour life
Glamour life, glamour life, glamour life
Cock the hammer, in this motherfucking life, bitch

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Punisher - Lyrics - Sans Souci - Frenzal Rhomb

Title: Punisher
Album: Sans Souci
Artist: Frenzal Rhomb
Composer(s): Gordon Forman, Jason Whalley, Tom Crease, Lindsay Mcdougall

Lyric:
Return to duty corporal punishment
He had the brain that never dies
Return to duty corporal punishment
The cask is emptied every night

He's socially retarded
Tries to get this party started
With brutal
And unparalleled insight

What a champion
(What a punish)

He hides a dark and seamy history
He keeps so quiet about his past
Not even one confirming photograph
Of each tale more boring than the last

I think, he's planning something
Could find out but I can't listen
To long-winded stories
With no end

What a champion
(What a punisher)
What a champion
(What a punisher)

I can see him on the news now
His neighbors never once complained
About the noise of diggin' in the backyard after midnight
They just thought he was annoying not insane

What a champion
(What a punisher)
What a champion
(What a punisher)

What a champion, what a way to learn
Mind has started slow, what a way to go
What a punisher, will he ever learn?
Wonder when he'll turn, what a punisher

Spent his youth torturing small things
Put his little bro through hell
The only way to get his own back
On the world he saw as failed

Find it so hard to listen
To a guy who's such a creep
No more walkin' on eggshells
'Cos he's gonna put all his friends to sleep

What a champion
(What a punisher)
What a champion
(What a punisher)

What a champion, what a way to learn
Mind has started slow, what a way to go
What a punisher, will he ever learn?
Wonder when he'll turn, what a punisher

What a champion, what a way to learn
Mind has started slow, what a way to go
What a punisher, will he ever learn?
Wonder when he'll turn, what a punisher

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Pina Colada - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Pina Colada
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): Christopher Rios, Kasseem Dean, Sean Jacobs

Lyric:
Vaya
Come on
Vaya
A bailar

Where're my niggaz with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggaz with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggaz living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar

Where're my niggaz with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggaz with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggaz living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar

(Ayo Pun, I got you baby)
We play the front not the back, when there's beef I attack
Grab the guns and start lighting
Ya'll the bitch niggaz behind cars
Scared to death like, "Yo, who fighting?"
How the fuck you teaching me, I ain't got no obedience
Ya'll are made of shit I'm the thug's ingredients
And for my niggaz I peel like fucked up paint jobs

Cover your block and put holes in you like old blankets
Fuck a bitch use a sock and wipe my nut what?
Run in your spot and use a Glock to get my cut what?
Smack you in public and embarrass you slut what?
Put you on punishment the same way I do to my son
And the only bullets by my stomach be the clip from my gun
And when my gun busts it's over so close the curtains

My silencer's like ch, ch, ch like birds was chirping
I like Boricuas ya know that Sheik be freaky
I put coke in their peepee then stuff the bras
Put some coke in the bras that look like coconuts
That's what's up, don't have Sheik's click clack, this up
Disload the back pack her bitch ass back me up
You know double R and Terror Squad niggaz want they cut

Where're my niggaz with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggaz with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggaz living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar

Where're my niggaz with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggaz with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggaz living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar

I'm well know like Al Capone, full blown like Tone Montana
In the zone sitting on chrome stoned sipping on Champana
Rolling ganja up in Bible paper
A high that will take us through the eyes of Christ
John, Elijah, Jacob
I make the kind of green that hustler's dream
Busting out that custard cream

Piper 'cuz I'm piped up with the mustard team
Plus the queen Fort Knox and hearts
King of medallions Monty Guard
Even Italians see my battalion prop the broad
I got the squad over qualified pulling over Karl Kani
Range Rover tilted three wilted hydraulic slide

Spark the Live in the crowd ripping trough housings
Like the Wu do in Shaolin
John Blazing on a pound of buddha and all the mami chulas
They want to ride on my Honda scooter
You know the red one from the video
But really though she ain't coming and she ain't running the
Trizzie yo

Where're my niggaz with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggaz with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggaz living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar

Where're my niggaz with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggaz with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggaz living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar

Disrespect the Don word's bond I'm gonna shoot ya
We can get it on maricon hijo'de gran puta
Who you fucking' wit?
Bitch ass nigga you ain't running' up on shit
Talking' like you gonna bust yo clip
Nigga you ain't no fucking threat

You talk a lot but you ain't never realized
That if you walk that block
Cock that Glock, think I'm pussy, oh, shit man
Big Punisher's off his rocker
What you got? Beef wit' me? Aight then papi, Sheik's with me
Thought you cats were gonna creep on me
Without some type of an injury

Where're my niggaz with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggaz with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggaz living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar

Where're my niggaz with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggaz with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggaz living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar

I see coward in yours, what you up in my eyes?
Big dick between mine, what the fuck between your thighs?
Pussy, if I shoot, are you gonna shoot back?
I don't think so, your man's the thug, you ride piggy-back
You're the one that passed the gat, told your man to bust that
You ain't making no money, you're a broke-ass cat
And once these pop, cops bring the chalk
And the mop to get the rest of you off the sidewalk, what

Where're my niggaz with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggaz with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggaz living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar

Where're my niggaz with the big dicks? Ahh
Where're my niggaz with the hot whips? Ahh
Where're my niggaz living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar

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Still Not A Player - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Still Not A Player
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): Jerome Foster, Joe Thomas, Brenda Russell, Rodney Jerkins, Jolyon Skinner, Japhe Tejeda, Michele Williams, C Rios

Lyric:
Up in the hot tub, bubbly, spot love, punish me
Don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
When I stick it, even Luke be like, 'Don't stop, get it, get it'

I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa I just crush a lot
But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin' for
Uptown baby, uptown
I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa I just crush a lot
But you know Big Punisher still down behind
Who's down to crush a lot

Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still a hater
Elevator to the top hah, see you later, I'm gone
Penthouse suite, Penthouse freaks
In house beach, French Countess, ten thou piece
Rent-out lease, with a option to buy
Coppin' a five-oh Benz for when I'm not, far up in the sky
Puffin the lye, from my Twinzito
Up in the Benzito with my kiko from Queens, nicknamed Perico

We go back like PA's and wearin' PJ's
Now we reach the peak age, runnin' trains for three days
Who wanna ride it won't cost you a dollar
Whether soft or harder of course you still gonna holla
My, my, I'm big huh, I rip my, through your
I'm sick, you couldn't measure my, with six rulers
Hold up, chula, I'm all about gettin' loot
But I knock that boot, if you out to get hoof

Well, I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa I just crush a lot
But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin' for
Uptown baby, uptown
Well, I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down behind
Who's down to crush tonight

I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down behind

I love from butter pecan to blackberry molass'
I don't discriminate, I regulate every shade of the
Long as you show class, and pass my test
Fat, highly intelligent bachlorettes
That's the best, I won't settle for less
I wanna get a brunette, with unforgettable sex
I lay your head on my chest, come feel my heartbeat
We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep, and just spark the

It's hard to creep since I found Joe
Every pretty round brown, wanna go down low
But this Boogie Down professional, I'ma let you know
Once I quit the blows, get your clothes, 'cause you got to go
I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere
You nasty Brock, I don't care
Round here they call me Big Pun, if you with the big guns
Take time, known to make a chick

Up in the hot tub, bubbly
Rubbin' your spot love, got you screamin', ?Punish me?
But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
When I stick it even Luke be like, 'Don't stop, get it get it'
Up in the hot tub, bubbly
Rubbin' your spot love, got you screamin', ?Punish me?
But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
When I stick it even Luke be like, 'Don't stop, get it get it'

I don't wanna be a playa no more
But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin' for
I don't wanna be a playa no more
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down behind
Who's down to crush tonight
I don't wanna be a playa no more
But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin' for
I don't wanna be a playa no more
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down behind
Who's down to crush tonight?

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Parental Discretion - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Parental Discretion
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): R Lemay, C Rios

Lyric:
Aiyyo, I'm hard to talk to
If you live, I probably thought you stalked you
Where you walked to at night
Caught you then tried to extort you

New York niggaz is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough
For both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere

There it is, plain 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 talker
Like Tony, when gas whores I'm the masked enforcer
Out for the cash and the cho-cha

Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends, gobble it up
If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff
I don't give a fuck anymore
I'm only twenty-four years old

And I've already broken every law
I'm horror core, this is for the heads
Runnin' up in your crib
Knot if you still hot in under the bed

Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes
Little 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

Hey yo, my shit's the truth, 150 proof, no question
Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth
It's too explicit, bullshit, I challenge the statistics
Violence existed before our music was even suggested

Arrested on sight, it's like there's no rights
That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life
I fight the power spite the power the 90 percent
Keep 10 and feed twin, half for personal reasons

The seasons change, things rearrange, but I stay the same
Play the game for the wealth until I've made myself a name
So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack
For the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra

I ain't a actor so it's all facts, strictly raw rap
Totally intended for yours dressed in all black
with the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin' cameos
in liquor store cameras with the twin Calico's

Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes
Little 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

Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes
Little 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

So forget the boom, one look, you shook, you know I'm stickin' you
Liftin' you off the ground, look down, that's where I'm puttin' you
Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally
Havin' the enemy be the last thing you ever see?

The recipe is death and I'm the chef, fricaseein' your flesh
Be my guest, but I ain't cleanin' the mess
Me and TS, we testin' niggaz faith, just to see they face
Expression when destined to States, that death be in the case

I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face
Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS
I paint the wake 'cause they ain't get me yet, wet me
Or reflect me yet, I know they comin' they just tryin' to let me sweat

I wreck it like when I was just a boy, eatin' chips, ahoy
Wasn't allowed to raise my voice, now I'm makin' noise
No more toys, strictly Mac's and missiles, shorties with forties
Packin' pistols catchin' bodies

Make sure we'll get you
So they say, I pray there's a better way
My kids don't do as I do, they do as I say
'Cause daddy don't play

Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes
Little 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

Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes
Little 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

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 Punisher and Busta Rhymes, hah
Terror squad, Flipmode squad niggaz

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Twinz (Deep Cover '98) - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Twinz (Deep Cover '98)
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Cordozar Broadus, J Cartegena, Carlos Rios, Colin Fitzroy Wolfe

Lyric:
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready, meet me at Beatles'
With Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti

Everybody kiss the fuckin' floor, Joey Crack, buck 'em all
If they move, Noodles shoot that fuckin' whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
That we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily

It'll be a cold day in hell the day I'll take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the Fat One that you love to hate
Catch you at your mother's wake
Smack you then I wack you with my snub trey-eight

I rub your face off the earth and curse your family children
Like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity fillin'
Insanity's building up pavillion in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing
A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss
Forever and take all the cheddar like child support

I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves
My brother from another mother sent from the above
A thug nigga just like me, one of the best, might be
Even better leavin' niggaz kneelin' on they right knee

Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
You small change, I'm blowin' out your brains gettin' richer
Hit you with the Mac, smack your bitch, nigga what?
(Mac)
You gettin' stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck

Trunk jewels, cruisin' in the land, pumpin' 'Cash Rules'
(Jewels)
Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin to pass through
That's true, so who the next to get it?
TS is the best that did it
(Get it off your chest kid admit it)

And it's
Here, and you don't stop
Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill 'em to the top
Yeah, and you don't stop
Joey Crack's the rock and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked

Yeah, and you don't stop
We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot
Yeah, and you don't stop
It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop

Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt
Take 'em feet first through the morgue, then launch 'em in the T-bird
The street's cursed, the first amendment's culturally biased
Supposed to supply us with rights, tonight I hold my rosary

Tight as I can, I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl
Black Pearl Athena my sena who keeps it real
You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it
Peep it it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it

Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena
Kickin' ass as I blast off heat
And you never see me talk to police

So you should know that I really don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat and I'll leave you right there
So beware it's rare that niggaz want beef, Big Pun speak
And let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets

Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion
Puerto Ricans known for slashin' catchin' niggaz while they sleepin'
No relaxin', keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
Three techses in the Jeep Lexus just in case police ask us

Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars
Fill the clips off, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers
Better acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and shot down
Heather B couldn't make me put my Glock Down

We lock towns like rounds in the chamber
Boogie down major like Nine, I bust mine
Every time plus I'm the crime boss of New York
When we talk to walk the walk all my niggaz carry chalk

And stalk, I prey like The Predator, whoever want it
Go and get it set it baby and I'ma bury ya
So remember the squad that I'm reppin'
I pull a clip for my weapon and punish niggaz till it's armaggedeon

And it's
Here, and you don't stop
Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill 'em to the top
Yeah, and you don't stop
Joey Crack's the rock and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked

Yeah, and you don't stop
We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot
Yeah, and you don't stop
It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop

And it's
Here, and you don't stop
Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill 'em to the top
Yeah, and you don't stop
Joey Crack's the rock and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked

Yeah, and you don't stop
We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot
Yeah, and you don't stop
It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop

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Beware - Lyrics - Capital Punishment - Big Punisher

Title: Beware
Album: Capital Punishment
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): J Tineo, C Rios

Lyric:
I gave you fair warning, beware, beware, beware
I gave you fair warning, beware, beware, beware

Yo, what you thought punk, shit was sweet, now you can't sleep
Gotta keep ya eyes open wide and hide ya face from the streets
I'm like the beast with a warrant, far from alarmin'
Gave you fair warnin' now you on the stairs swallin'

I'm callin' out any rapper that I doubt, smack 'em in the mouth
Throw 'em in the yoke, then I knock 'em out
No doubt, Freddie Foxxx files twenty shot auto glock
Benny blind Puerto Rock style

Wit' a twist of black in the brow, twist ya cap and I'm out
Sleep wit' the fish-dips for yappin' too loud
What's happenin' now? Niggaz is hard as hell but they Gargamels
Pickin' on the smallest victim gives 'em heart to kill

My squad is real and holds it down the hardest regardless
Besides of the largest, we polish the floor
With the rawest hardcore artists
Flawless victory you niggaz can't do shit to me
Physically lyrically hypothetically realistically

I'm the epitome of catchin' wreck, catch you when you cash your check
Smash you when you pass then jack you for your fuckin' Lex
Nothin' less than the best if the squad did it
Hard-headed niggaz better beware and fear like God said it

I gave you fair warning, beware, beware, beware
I gave you fair warning, beware, beware, beware
I gave you fair warning, beware, beware, beware
I gave you fair warning, beware, beware, beware

Ay, yo I warned you, now all niggaz could do is mourn you
I'm born to kill and still thrilled, I put it on you
There's no regrets, remorse, only results and loneliness
Only the strong survivors strive through life as warriors

All of us die, some of us kill, even massacred
Who wanna try? Punisher will if you ask for it
I'm hazardous for your health and hell's your next stop
For real my shit's cocked the world has just stopped

I'm not the one you should be underestimatin'
Come, test your fate an' I guarantee I'll be under investigation
You can't handle the whole, I'll slam you on your skull
Or we can go blow for blow like Evander and Bowe, ya never know

However tho' I still hold the title
When all my rivals the chance to dance who missed the homicidal
Hand on the Bible I swear to defend my crown
I've been around since forever and never let it touch the ground

Don't fuck around and catch a rude awakenin'
My crew's basically waitin' patiently for you to move your patrons in
Then we'll surround you, form desert storm and pound you
Look around you, Terror Squad's everywhere like Soundview

The Boogie Down do it like nobody, who are we?
The foundation, you're facin' a whole army

I gave you fair warning, beware, beware, beware
I gave you fair warning, beware, beware, beware

Yeah, yeah, yeah, whassup now potna?
Know I'm sayin'? Think this just some rap shit?
We do this shit for real, Terror Squad nigga
Fuckin' shoot the place up! Muthafuckas know the time

This muthafuckin' rap game
Joe Crack, Big Dog Punisher, Full Eclipse crew
What da fuck, what
Beware, beware, beware

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Punish Me - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Punish Me
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): Frank Pimentel, C Rios

Lyric:
I was the luckiest man on Earth, my wisdom was worth
Any purse but had a curse that hurt worse than givin' birth
My first verse explains some of the game she was playin'
I'm blamin' myself 'cause in my wealth was her pain would haven

Behavin' like a money hungry hooker, funny how the money took her
From a average honey to a stunning looker
I look back and reminisce how we used to kiss
And smash hips in the GS I bought her last Christ'

She got too big for her britches but the bitch is over
Not the one in Queens I mean the one she dreamin' wasn't sober
Told her how I felt, gassed me when she cried for help
Supplied the guilt trip and I was whipped without a fuckin' belt

I felt stupid Cupid struck me with a poison arrow
Shoulda drowned ya when I found ya crushin' in my boy's Camaro
I didn't bother but you probably find your lover dead
You robbed me of my honor, you ain't shit like my mother said

Come back, come back, come back
Come back to me, Punisher
Punish me, ah, I've been so bad, so bad
Won't you come back?

Nah baby, I'm not gon' be able to do it, you blew it
Threw it all the way 'cause you was stupid, girl, why'd you do it?
I mighta knew it by the way you gave me your baby
Then left a day before I ever saw the son that God made me

It's hard maybe we can make amends, be friends
But 'Roni hurtin' all of us for certain by forsakin' him
Just take it in, don't even say a word, observe
The way you were, preserved these words

So you won't play the herb
Ever again, never pretend that he doesn't have a father
I'm always there and you don't wanna bother
I honor my word on my father's grave, guide him through his hardest age
So he can thrive and survive in these modern days

I wanna raise my little man but you keep resistin'
I'm insistin' you chill for real before you come up missin'
Listen, I don't wanna fight I'd rather do what's right
A boy needs a father that's the most important part of his life

Come back, come back, come back
Come back to me, Punisher
Punish me, ah, I've been so bad, so bad
Won't you come back?

Come back, come back, come back
Come back to me, Punisher
Punish me, ah, I've been so bad, so bad
Won't you come back?

I gave you everything, love letters and sweaters with leather seams
Feathered wings and rings with emeralds right out of Geraldine's
Simple dreams a dream fulfilled, the green DeVille Cadillac
To mack, not a fact redeemed to build

I mean for real I can play it mami how you wanna stay
At Monty Frask, givin' the next nigga my punani
You want me back 'cause he hit it wrong, now you wanna get it on
With the Long Don, word bond my shit is strong
(Come back)

Girl, don't even start again, I beg your pardon
And get your hands off my six button Cardigan
This ain't no love lost between us far as I'm concerned
Please leave, cut that busted weave I've been dyin' to burn
Go buy a perm, try and earn some respect
It's better to have loved and lost than live with regret

Come back to, me, I want you to
Come back, come back, come back
Come back to me, Punisher
Punish me, ah, I've been so bad, so bad
Won't you come back?

Come back, come back, come back
Come back to me, Punisher
Punish me, ah, I've been so bad, so bad
Won't you come back to me, yeah yeah

Alright, don't go, no
Yeah, take my hand and punish me
Hmm, been so bad, come punish me, yeah
Take my hand and punish me, oh
Been so bad, come punish me

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Fast Money - Lyrics - Capital Punishment - Big Punisher

Title: Fast Money
Album: Capital Punishment
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): C Rios

Lyric:
I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another 3 in ice
Who can I trust? Cuban'll bust plus? Good thief the night?
Here's the plan
(Plan)
We nab the man, bring a camcorder

Grab his fam, and run the train on his granddaughter
Nah chill, that's too ill, for real I'd rather kill somethin'
Here's the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill fuck him
Oral torture, no doubt, the shit is holocaust

In two minutes tops he's guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels
It's settled, blitt up, put on your metal, foot on the pedal
We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto
Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants

Out for the fast cash, level advance
Takin' a chance, I've only got one my hundred shot
Tommy shotguns my judge jury and Johnny Cochran

Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash
For the fast money, I smash a niggaz shit like a crash dummy
Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin' laced
Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place

Aiyyo the plot thickens, I'm pickin' the locks in the back entrance
Payin' attention, not tryin' to get knocked and catch a fat sentence
Not to mention these kids is mafioso with lots of dough so
They got poco lock with the down to rock Morocco choke hold

Their security system's linear laser protection
No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin'
Inspectin' the vault, for weapons assault, second of course
It's poisonous rays, boiled and baked in Epsom salt

Rep in New York is the cat burglar, the fat murderer
Slippin' the clip in the Mac, inserter
Hurtin' your pockets, droppin' your stock to zero profit
Holding heroes hostage and mansions for ransom like DeNiro mob flicks

Back to the top again, hand the grand prize
The safe flies open, the shining was blinding my eyes
I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold
Passed the dough to Cuban started movin' for the back real slow

That's when I heard the sirens hopin' that my ears was lyin'
Knew we was dyin' when I saw the guard we tortured cryin'
Pointing at the building screamin', "I can see them, kill em"

Snipers was willing but couldn't, there's too many civilians
Still inside nowhere to hide nowhere to run
Cuban said, "Fuck it, we die, we die busting our guns"

Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash
For the fast money, I smash a niggaz shit like a crash dummy
Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin' laced
Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place

Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash
For the fast money, I smash a niggaz shit like a crash dummy
Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin' laced
Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place

Aiyyo it's time to pay, and I ain't trying to give my shine away
Let's show these pigs how much we give a fuck about a brighter day
I cocked the Eagle, Cuban drew the Glock it was diesel
Said, "See you in hell, coppers" and started poppin' like it was legal

We need a plan, if we can make it to the van
Missile launchers there with the grenade pistol I bought from Uncle Dan
Me and my man are runnin' out of ammo, I got about a handful
Of Black Rhino's and two Rambles strapped to my ankles

I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel
Threw the bitch over my shoulder and used her butt as a shield
I filled the clip with the little bit of bullets remaining
Cuban said, "Move your fat ass faster motherfucker they gaining"

I gave him the case, told him, "Go ahead save yourself
Blaze a L in my memory, tell the family I gave 'em hell"
For real, that's when I heard the tires screechin'
Peeped and it was Joe the God with twenty Terror Squad niggaz reachin'

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We Could Do It - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature

Title: We Could Do It
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Christopher Rios, Johnny Watson, Vincent Vinnie Brown, Anthony Criss

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Lyric:
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Big Pun baby, you miss me?
See Pun gonna sing, then he gonna rhyme
Let me lick you girl where the sun don't shine
I'm gonna sing, Treach gonna rhyme
Let me lick you girl where the sun don't shine

We can do it in the middle of the night, girl
We can do it on the beach in the sunlight
We can do it anywhere that you like, girl
Long as you do it, and do it, all night

We can do it in the middle of the night, girl
We can do it on the beach in the sunlight
We can do it anywhere that you like, girl
Long as you do it, and do it, all night

So how you like it, mama? In the morning coming out the sho-wah?
How bout the middle of the night, late after hours?
My powers be have her comin' hard to God, say good Muslim
From the way I crush the sun, the moon, and then the stars
Punisher's large like the planets
But if you make my dick hard like Janet

Then you can ride the Squad transit
Trizz Nathaniel to you, can you handle my crew?
Bend over by the fridge and hand me your brew
This is how we do, that's just how you do
Throw a hand in the air, and scream Trizz Power rules
(Trizz Power rules)
Again
(Trizz Power rules)
That means you run train, with your whole damn crew, c'mon

We can do it in the middle of the night, girl
We can do it on the beach in the sunlight
We can do it anywhere that you like, girl
Long as you do it, and do it, all night

We can do it in the middle of the night, girl
We can do it on the beach in the sunlight
We can do it anywhere that you like, girl
Long as you do it, and do it, all night

Dirty Jerz, wettin' the set, with no sweat and Moet
If you want the Treach, there's no dick with no lickin'
For you home or hubby, how come the hoes make it sunny?
You took off the rag, so don't get mad that it's runny
I fuck with the rubby, and long stroke don't poke
Put the hooter in your cooler 'til your booty gets soaked

I knock it from the front, and make you look at your foot
Hit it solo from the back I might forget how you look
An old crook crashin' knowin' who wanna screw
I've been fuckin' ever since you called it 'doin' the do'
Now who you doin' it to? The fuckin' screw of the crew?
Hittin' somethin' and drunk drivin' past the boys in the blue
Talkin' to you

We can do it in the middle of the night, girl
We can do it on the beach in the sunlight
We can do it anywhere that you like, girl
Long as you do it, and do it, all night

We can do it in the middle of the night, girl
We can do it on the beach in the sunlight
We can do it anywhere that you like, girl
Long as you do it, and do it, all night

Poo-tang, tang, no scallywagging! Now
Hit it from the Illtown ground to Cali alley, now
Bang it in a Boogie Down building, with no windows
With your partner riding Big Pun, passin' indo
If Pun smack her ass, tell her grab his gut
'Cause when I pop the cock, watch the nuts erupt
Been platinum, no more sleepin' on Latin rappin'
So get your mackin' crackin' and Pun pass the Magnum

It's me, Big Pee the bachelor
Your Secret Garden need a weeder whacker
All I need is my gat and my black Cleopatra
She the master of seduction with a classy introduction
Must be after somethin' way she make that ass function
Pass the Dutch and take off your boots
I'm a call my troops, and just work that caboose
Terror Squad the truth, we the proof for the kids
In the Coupe with the Trizz, there it is, c'mon

Take off your clothes, meet me in the bathtub
I wanna get it on, scrub a dub rub
Last night baby, told me that you'd stay
And when I awake it seems like you're gone for days

We can do it in the middle of the night, girl
We can do it on the beach in the sunlight
We can do it anywhere that you like, girl
Long as you do it, and do it, all night

We can do it in the middle of Little Italy
Don't worry about your man, he can't do diddily
Ohh, I can do it better

Senora, senorita
Tan preciosa
Nena linda
Senora morenita
Tan preciosa
Morenita

Quitate toda la ropa mi amor
Quiero estar contigo corazon
Quitate toda la ropa mi amor
Quiero estar contigo corazon

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Wishful Thinking - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Wishful Thinking
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): Louis Freese, N Wilson, Christopher Rios, Joseph Cartagena, Richard Lemay

Lyric:
What would you do if you could do the unbelievable?
Once you rule the world every girl will want to be with you
First, I get the money, then I get the power
B-Real of the hill eliminate the guitars

Thinkin' of takin' a plane to take a flight out to the red light
And smuggle 10 pounds of weed, make it home tonight
Be the number 1 smuggler in the area
Got enough weed to fill up and air craft carrier

Erb slanger, Hasila Incorporated
State to state and over seas gettin' faded
Buddah king had seen the green proton
I'm bringing it on right back home to Don

Many different strains of erb in my brain
I'm slippin' through customs in my hydro plane
Skunk and the one chocolate ty bud
Niggaz, let's get high in the sky, hit the blunts

And the bongs, fill up the lungs, niggaz don't stop
Fools get sprung when they get there smoked up for crops
Like gettin' props, where all the soldiers in the board
Yo, what would you do if the world was yours?

What would you do if you could do the unbelievable?
Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you
First, I get the money, then I get the power
Joey crack twist the caps, enemies I devour

Yo, it's only a dream 16 battin' Beamers and Benz's
Lying penance with diamonds ill as lacin' in a face
With avenganceshaving blocks on in the lava parts dome
My mankind with crime is how you shine if you can't rhyme

Dime droppers will give ya fad time if you sleep
But Moma single be mastera heater on city streets
In the East I be known as Don Cartegena
Claimin' the [unverified] like [unverified]

Lacin' the China wit Menida to seller need repeater
Or be a leader like a preacher or presume a steeper
Peep the shit that I be on, sippin' Don
Until I'm drunk with a million in my trunk like Nikki Vons

Come on, I be the top extortionist adopt
Adopted foster kids right out the muthafuckin' orphanage
Yeah, I do it for the youth, I'm livin' proof
All my peeps in the streets know I speak the truth

What would you do if you could do the unbelievable?
Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you
First, ya get the money, then you get the power
G Rap bustin' the gats slangin' last by every hour

No doubt, I be the crime story of all ghetto territories
Soldiers at war be blowin' up niggaz like glory
With pharmaceutical lavatories, major to chemistry
PHD in streetology, degree in drug industry

Combinin' H²O with matter from crack batter
Rest it through molecules scatter
Launchin' rockets to make the pocket fatter
Mind bitin' an arm starts a crime
G equals and MC dat ain't near the square, son, I gets mine

But, yo, the kill, the fill with force fields and shields
And holy steel, a nigga keep it real
You know the deal, if the stakes ain't to high for me to grab
I got's to have, stack all the cabbage
From constructin' a drug traffic

Police, a jam me in try to find a new pot to frame me in
Aramians so I resort the evil thoughts like Damien
This flame of fury to the D-A and the jury
100 grand the judges hammer slams, I'm a free man

What would you do if you could do the unbelievable?
Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you
First, ya get the money, then you get the power
Big Pun's the same son bustin' my guns for the Dollars

Yo, I'm walkin' waters, spit fire and shit Häagen-Dazs
Idolize no man like Conan and stand beside the guards
Be larger than life, twice as nice as ya idol
Pump you with pride, then guide you str8 to hell like the Bible

I'm liable to start manipulatin' minds, infiltratin' clown
'M out the pitfalls of life entice with nickel plated nine
It seems, every time I'm dream, I'm in a nightmare of fiend
Livin' a world of mothers and queens and men would fight fare
(Hell, yeah)

I wish I could, I wish I could never forget this
Whole damn world ain't shit, I'm just a hood, yo
I change my life, make my wife and get the chance for the pain
And physical abuse, give her back her best years

Grab my chest hairs, pound my fist on the hard cement
Spark the scent and cloud the sky till my heart's content
Repent and vow she be forgiven
How could we be proud to live in a world
Which condemns man, child to women, child to women

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