Текст песни Big Punisher f Busta Rhymes - Parental Discretion
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[Big Punisher]Aiyyo I`m hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked youwhere you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort youNew York niggaz is trigger happy, got Pataki scaredThis town ain`t big enough for both of us AND I AIN`T GOIN NOWHEREThere it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mentalWhile slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out they templesI`m into black magical torture romantic dramatical authorCompatible with the average New YorkerA fast talker, like Tony when he gassed SosaThe masked enforcer, out for the cash and the cho-chaSmash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it upIf I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuffI don`t give a fuck anymore, I`m only twenty-four years oldand I`ve already broken every lawI`m horrorcore, this is for the headsRunnin up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyesLittle kids -- GET OUT OF HERE!!! This shits is homicide!Drugs and money, this ain`t no Bugs Bunny!Little girls too; this ain`t for you it`s for the thugs honey![Big Punisher]Hey yo my shit`s the truth, 150 proof no questionParental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youthIt`s too explicit, bullshit! I challenge the statisticsViolence existed before our music was even suggestedArrested on sight, it`s like there`s no rightsThat`s why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to lifeI fight the power, spite the power the 90 percentKeep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasonsThe seasons change.. things re-arrange, but I stay the samePlay the game, for the wealth, until I`ve made myself a nameSo blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crackfor the chance to do it my way like Frank SinatraI ain`t a actor so it`s all facts, strictly raw rapTotally intended for yours dressed in all blackwith the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin cameosin liquor store cameras with the twin Calico`sChorus 2X[Big Punisher]So forget the boom, one look, you shook -- you know I`m stickin youLiftin you off the ground, look down -- that`s where I`m puttin youLook in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentallyhavin the enemy be the last thing you ever see?The recipe is death and I`m the chef, fricaseein your fleshBe my guest, but I ain`t cleanin the messMe and TS we testin niggaz faith, just to see they faceexpression when destined to states, that death be in the caseI`m in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan faceCouldn`t fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDSI paint the wake cause they ain`t get me yet, wet meor reflect me yet, I know they comin they just tryin to let me sweatI wreck it like when I was just a boy, eatin Chips Ahoy!Wasn`t allowed to raise my voice, now I`m makin noiseNo more toys, strictly Mac`s and missiles, shorties with fortiespackin pistols catchin bodies make sure we`ll get youSo they say, I pray there`s a better wayMy kids don`t do as I do, they do as I say, cause daddy don`t playChorus 2X[Busta Rhymes]Word is bondOne thing about MC`s is that we don`t conceal the truthWe present real pictures about the positive and the negativeSo don`t blame the hip-hop when your seed is learnin the real life from usDo your duty at home and raise your child in the houseParents...You don`t do your job we gonna put your children to bed at nine o`clockPast your bedtimeYou get your ass in bed you ain`t `posed to be hearin this shitWord upPunishment motherfuckers!By the Punisher, and Busta Rhymes, hahTerror Squad! Flipmode Squad niggaz!