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Big Punisher

Genres: Hip-Hop

Tres Leches Lyrics - Big Punisher

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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