Les dures réalitées de la vie sont payantes
Même Jésus Christ abandonne mon âme
S'il vous plait dite-moi quel prix je dois payer pour en faire mon foyer (pour qu'elle m'appartienne)
Prendre le contrôle, je fais du fric mais pas assez pour exploser (m'en sortir)
Les J.O., ils désirent mes flows, mais aiyyo, je n'ai confiance en absolument personne
C'est tout ce que je sais ou besoin de savoir, ces rues diaboliques parviendront à un compromis
Avec toi et te dévoront, je ris, essayant de survivre illégalement
Je te laisse perdu, élançer sur la croix, te déchirant comme un cheval
Sacrifier ta vie avec une force supérieure
Ensuite je sors ton cadavre, c'est le Bronx bien sûr, tu reconnais l'accent ?
L'un des derniers encore vivant toujours à l'action, assassin général
Attrapant toute loque (humaine), explosant toute technologie
Pulvérisant toute poitrine, réussissant tout test, Charles Manson dans la chair
Une dernière requête avant que tu ne rencontres celui qui t'as fait ?
Coudre ce que tu récoltes un réveil, secouer une tempête comme Anita Baker
Je vais t'emmener droit en Enfer et remplir ton coeur de haine, ensuite je vérouille la porte
Faisant aucune erreur, " Ce truc est réel " comme Joe, nous suivons le code du tueur
Quand nous viendrons pour toi, dis moi où tu iras ?
Nulle part où courrir, caché, je te trouverais et (rendrais) tes cries silencieux
Et même si tu me tue, je serais encore dans tes putains de rêves
Refrain
Tu n'es pas un tueur, tu apprends toujours à marcher
De New York jusqu'à Cali, tout les véritables négros ont des craies
Te marquant pour mort, parle même pas de cette connerie entre l'Est et l'Ouest
De Watts à Lefrak, ce n'est pas d'où tu viens c'est où est ton " gat "
Tu as fait une grave erreur
N'aurais pas dû venir ici, tu as changé ton destin
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Big Punisher
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready; meet me at Beatles'
with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurpin spaghetti
Everybody kiss the f**kin floor, Joey Crack, buck em all
If they move, Noodles shoot that f**kin whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily
Fat Joe
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I'll take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the Fat One that you love to hate, catch you at your
mother's wake
Smack you then I wack you with my snub trey-eight
Big Punisher
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity fillin
Insanity's building up pavillion in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing
A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss
Forever and take all the cheddar like child support
Fat Joe
I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves
My brother from another mother sent from the above
A thug nigga just like me, one of the best -- might be
Even better leavin niggaz kneelin on they right knee
Big Punisher
Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
You small change, I'm blowin out your brains gettin richer
Fat Joe
Hit you with the Mac (Mac), smack your bitch, nigga what?
You gettin stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a f**k!
Big Punisher
Trunk jewels (jewels), cruisin in the Land, pumpin 'Cash Rules'
Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin to pass through
Fat Joe
That's true, so who the next to get it?
TS is the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it)
Chorus
[Pun] And it's
[Joe] Here, and you don't stop!
[Pun] Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill em to the top
[Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop!
[Pun] Joey Crack's the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
[Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop!
[Pun] We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole
spot
[Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop!
[Pun] It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop!
Big Punisher
F**k the po-lice, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt
Take em feet first through the morgue, then launch em in the
T-bird
The street's cursed, the first amendment's culturally biased
Supposed to supply us with rights, tonight I hold my rosary
tight as I can, I'm one man against the world, just me and my
girl
Black Pearl Athena my sena who keeps it real
You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it
Peep it it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and
freak it
Fat Joe
Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena
Kickin ass as I blast off heat, and
you never see me talk to police, so
you should know that I really don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right
there
So beware it's rare that niggaz want beef, Big Pun speak
and let these motherf**kers know how we run the streets
Big Punisher
F**k peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion, Puerto
Ricans
known for slashin catchin niggaz while they sleepin, no relaxin
Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
Three techses in the Jeep Lexus just in case police ask us
Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars
Fill the clips off, inflicts the fear of God when the metal
hollers
Better acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and shot
down
Heather B couldn't make me put my Glock Down
Fat Joe
We lock towns like rounds in the chamber
Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine
everytime plus I'm the crime boss of New York
When we talk to walk the walk all my niggaz carry chalk
and stalk, I prey like The Predator, whoever want it
go and get it set it baby and I'ma bury ya
So remember the Squad that I'm reppin
I pull a clip for my weapon and Punish niggaz till it's
armaggedeon
Chorus 2X (to fade)
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