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Uhh.. psssh.. it's my turn, y'knahmean? |
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Get this mother****in money y'know? |
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Shit.. |
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Yeah I went double, y'know? |
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Niggaz goin triple.. five.. ten platinum |
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Can't do what I do |
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This is my game, this is me.. |
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(T. Squaders) Y'know? |
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Chorus: Big Punisher |
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Yo it's my turn, I demand my respect |
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Give me my burn, or get slammed in your neck |
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cause it's my turn, I'ma reach to the top |
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Gimme my burn, I'ma speak with the glock |
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cause it's my turn, don't make me turn your wig |
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Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib |
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I'ma rhyme it right, and keep the ghetto in a trance |
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But when the time is right, me and the Devil gon' dance |
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[Big Punisher] |
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**** you and yours; make way - I'm comin through the door |
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And screw the law - breakin the rules ain't nothin new at all |
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I'm true to all the shit that I done, check the clip in my gun |
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Respect the click that I'm from, or get lifted and stunned |
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Dunn, you just a small fry, ****in with the fall guy |
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Big Pun, The Honorable, all rise |
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Sky's the limit, nuttin less if my guys is in it |
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For the right price, even Christ could get it |
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Fast life we live it - all my memories are vivid |
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I remember only minutes |
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that's how I mentally get rid of all the enemies |
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The spirits that definitely mimic my every melody |
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and lyric which so heavenly rhythmic |
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In magic do I build, but math do be equally compatible |
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And secretively battle you to reach my peak in equilateral |
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I'm from the streets deep in the bottom yo ain't no Mario Brothers |
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Official Bronx niggaz, quick to body yo' mother (ouch) |
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Chorus |
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[Big Punisher] |
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Jesus H. Christ, how many times I gotta pay the price? |
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You scared to death I'll make you twice as afraid of life |
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I bring sight to the game for every night you complained |
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you couldn't see the light - I was bright in your brain |
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Ignitin the flame, keepin your third lid |
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Speak and observe with the mind |
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what are blind sleep til they worth shit |
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I'm earth wind and fire, the first one to fire |
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Reppin T. Squad since birth til I retire |
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I wire your jaw, wire the walls with plastique explosives |
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and riot the halls at the malls where all the crackers ? live |
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Keep flappin yo' gibs and I'ma come back with those kids |
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from the back of the bridge |
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I think two and touch means tackle the bitch |
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I rap for the chips, but I'm truly assassin |
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Four hundred pounds, six feet tall, brutally handsome |
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That's the pro - got beef with Pun, you gots to go |
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Mafia style - tear you a new ass-a-hole |
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Flash your dough, but you too cool for the captain |
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cause I don't give a **** if I was quadruply platinum |
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And to the 50 Cent rapper, very funny, get your nut off |
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Cause in real life, you don't know |
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I'll blow your mother****in head off (ooh yeah) |
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That's my mother****in word, you understand? |
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Thought we was a ****in joke? Shit |
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Terror Squad nigga, you don't know me |
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You don't know my name, don't say it, you understand? |
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Told you before I ain't no mother****in rapper understand? |
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Shit, I don't make no songs about rappers I don't like |
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If I'ma make a song, |
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it's gon' be how I beat yo' mother****in ass understand? |
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That'll be the name of the mother****er |
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"That's Why I Had to Beat Your Mother****in Ass" |
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featuring Tony Sunshine |
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T. Squaders, T. Squaders, T. Squaders |
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Chorus |