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Capital PunishmentArtist: Big PunisherAlbum: Capital PunishmentBig Punisher Capital Punishment Capital Punishment
[Big Pun]
It's mine; it's all mine you understand? At least me and my peoples Can you dig that? 21st century -- thought I'd never see it Right around the corner, baby Ours for the taking Verse one: Big Pun Yo; I've seen child blossom to man, some withered and turned to murderers Led astray by the liars death glorifiers observin us Watching us close, marking our toast ??? purposely overtaxin the earnings Nervous, burning down the churches They're scared of us, rather beware than dare to trust Always in jail, million dollar bail, left there to rust Let's call in order, give ourselves a chance to enhance broader Advance to where minorities are the majority voter Holdin my own, I'm livin alone in this cold world My sister just bought a home without a loan, you go girl! She's an exception, some people can leap to the impression See, me myself, I start flippin and fall victim to deep depression I'm stressin the issue here, so we can cross the fiscal year Tired of gettin fired and hired as a pistol-eer There's no longevity living off negativity Fuck it, I'd rather sell reefer than do pizza delivery That's how the city be, everybody gettin they hustle on Judge singin death penalty like it's his favorite fuckin song Word is bond, takin my life you know they lovin it God 'F' the government and it's fuckin capital punishment! Chorus: Prospect Capital punishment, given by the government System so organized they get to you and who you runnin with Can't live alone, watch for the spies and tapped phones Totin the llello for life, the rightful heir to the throne We come from Kings and Queens, people with dreams, Gods and Earths For what it's worth, we benefit the Earth with infinite worth First it's turnin tables, open our own labels Disable the Republicans, then reverse capital punishment Verse Two: Big Pun I've seen it all up close, shit out the movies you'd be buggin My cousin JuJe, barely a juve', lost it and turned on the oven He wasn't playin, blew out the flame and started inhalin Barin a secret too deep to keep on the street for sharin Wearin the virus, Acquired I'mmune Deficiency Dishin his dick in every thick promiscuous fish in the sea Listen to me, shit is rough in the ghetto You bluff, blow your head off, fuck a snuff, we bust lead off! Get off your high horse, or die off like an extinction Boriquans are like Mohicans, +The Last of the Po'Ricans+ We need some unity, fuck all the jeeps and jewelry The maturity, keeps me six feet, above obscurity The streets are deadly and everybody's a desperado I guess the motto we promise to let you homage in death your motto Like Zorro, I mark my territory with a symbol Not with a Z, but a P, cause Punishment's what I resemble! I lend you this if it expands yours, for you and yours A real man can't fall, he stands tall The Man's claws are diggin in my back, I'm tryin to hit him back Time to counteract, where my niggaz at? Chorus Verse Three: Prospect You like that, it's Pun and Prospect We hold nines, own more treasure than gold mines, makin progress With Don Juan's, there's rules to be made, crews to be sprayed Dues to be paid, nuttin y'all can do to behave We laid in the slums, made a cake out of crumbs Even though the government, tryin to take out our sons Rudy Gulliani trying to blind me, but I see reality Was raised with the street mentallity My strategy's why my battery never die The ghetto kept me wise, so I would never fall to the lies It's no surprise, but do or die if you want the glamour Yeah, I want the glamour, laid up with cheese and trees in Atlanta While Cuban's smoked out like Ronald Isley with Havanas The hammer in the palm, never shaky, calm handlers This renegade blow through barricades like grenades I turn the sun to shade, then the night back to day Like the twenty-four hour rotation I know the location, it's just a little in-for-mation From the Squad, bringing the Terror for the nine-era And let it rain on your fine leather, nigga, what? *beat to fade* Eros Ramazzotti: Cántico 30 Seconds To Mars: Capricorn (A Brand New Name) На сайте функционирует система коррекции ошибок. Обнаружив неточность в тексте, выделите её и нажмите Ctrl+Enter.
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