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Big Punisher

Genres: Hip-Hop

New York Giants Lyrics - Big Punisher

C'mon 

Oh shit 

Yeah yeah 

Oh shit 

Oh shit 

 

C'mon c'mon 

Uhh, yeah yeah yeah, this is the motherfuckin' uncut 

Long time comin', ya heard? 

M.O.P., Big motherfuckin' Punisher, c'mon 

What'cha gon' do? 

Terror Squad 

Bronx, Brook-lawn collabo' 

Yo, yo, yo 

Ya heard me? 

 

This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters 

New York, New York, ice rockin' tight wife beaters 

We the truth, don't let yo' dead body be the proof 

Leave your Wisdom rottin' with holes and I don't mean ya tooth 

 

I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage 

Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya parent 

The spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn 

Made right where you starrin' from night to the mornin' 

Plus the light that give light to Muhammad 

Or Christ how you want it I got what you need 

From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin' to me 

 

Big Pun! The papichulo out to screw you 

Bastards do your own crap, hunchback, like Quasimodo 

 

Set off the sirens 

Form the alliance 

South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga 

New York Giants, c'mon 

Leave 'em brainless 

Hit 'em with the stainless 

It's the world's, world's, world's famous! 

 

C'mon violence! 

Form the alliance 

South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa 

New York Giants 

Leave 'em brainless 

Hit 'em with the stainless 

It's the world's, world's, world's famous! 

 

I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell 

Or ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just rock your world 

Like gotta believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me 

Cock the glitzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie 

'Cause my committee ain't only known for the flowin' 

Put they holes in your colon send you rollin' like when you're bowlin' 

 

A perfect strike, let me show y'all niggaz what I learned from Ike 

I hurt your wife, put the strife ass in the earth aight? I'm shootin' at you And that's off the top like Supernatural [incomprehensible] turn his Moves to statue like Medusa was lookin' at you clap you with your own Heat by all means if this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin' O.G. 

 

Set off the sirens 

Form the alliance 

South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga 

New York Giants 

Leave 'em brainless 

Hit 'em with the stainless 

It's the world's, world's, world's famous! 

 

Violence 

Form the alliance 

B.X. 

Violence 

B.K. 

Violence 

 

I breaks the world off with a bang 

How about some, fuck that! Look nigga, you know the name 

It's the one slash, seven one eight, slash 

M dot O dot P dot, first family dot 

 

Boogie down, Brooklyn, damn you 

Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you 

I rep for my cell block niggaz 

And cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin' out, "Perrico!" 

 

Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights 

Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes 

Mercy out on machines with loud pipes 

Nigga bytes, six-double-oh's, and you watch your bikes 

 

You want seven one eight Terror Squad 

William Danze 

First Fam 

Easy soldier! 

 

I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot 

Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot 

Stance got, my mind, my body, and my soul 

 

I don't blame you, you switched your game plan 

When you found out your main man was named Danze 

Nigga, I'm filled with anger! 

You fuckin' with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger 

 

First family style 

All the way out 

Bang, bang 

Bang, bang 

'Til your brains hang out 

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