Beware (remix) Lyrics - Singles - Big Pun

I gave you fair warning, beware 

I gave you fair warning, beware 

What you thought, punk? Shit was sweet, now you can't sleep 

Gotta keep your eyes open wide 

And hide your face from the streets 

I'm like the beast with a warrant, far from a law man 

Gave you fair warnin', now you on the stairs swallin' 

I'm callin' out any rapper that I doubt, smack him in the mouth 

Throw him in the yoke—boom—then I knock him out 

No doubt, Freddie Foxxx files 

Twenty-shot auto Glock, blaow, Benny Blanc Puerto Rock style 

With a twist of black and I'm proud, twist your cap and I'm out 

Sleep with the fish-dips for yappin' too loud 

What's happening now? 

Niggas is hard as hell, but they Gargamels 

Picking on the smallest victim gives them 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, and niggas can't do shit to me 

Physically, lyrically, hypothetically, realistically 

I'm the epitome of catching wreck 

Catch you when you cash your check 

Smash you when you pass, then jack you for your fucking 'Lex 

Nothing less than the best if the Squad did it 

Hard-headed niggas better beware and fear like God said it 

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I gave you fair warning, beware 

I gave you fair warning, beware 

Ayo, I warned you, now all niggas 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 in loneliness 

Only the strong survive and strive through life as warriors 

All of us die, some of us killed, 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 and 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 

You never know, however though, I still hold the title 

When all my rivals have chance to dance with Mr. 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 waiting 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 

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I gave you fair warning, beware 

I gave you fair warning, beware 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's up now, partner? 

Know I'm sayin'? Think this just some rap shit? 

We do this shit for real, Terror Squad, nigga 

Fucking shoot the place up 

Motherfucker know the time 

This motherfucking rap game 

Joe Crack, Big Dog Punisher, Full-A-Clips crew 

The fuck, what, beware, beware, beware