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Tytuł: Watcha gon do

  • Wykonawca: Terror Squad
  • Wy¶wietleń: 336
[Big Punisher]
  
   Yo, yo, yo, yo...
   Yo, yo, yo, yo...
   Yo, yo...
  
   It's hard to explain how my squad can harbor the strain
   Of bein' the largest name in rap, arm of the game
   Regardless of the fame, my ruggish terrain
   was the streets from Harlem to Queens
   Back to the Bronx who fathered the dream
   Started this thing called rap,where I reign supreme, my team
   Regardless of that, I've seen thangs fathers would cry
   For that'll make the hardest largest artist heart just collapse
   I'm from all that that's why it's so hard to go back
   and start from scratch
   I'm lockin' up track in a giant cage
   tryin' to save these few dyin days
   i have left to a former flesh
   Should I lie in my grave?
   I'm tryin to persuade, my matto is try to be brave
   I'm not givin death the satisfaction of me dyin afraid
   That why I rise from the grave singing church songs like
   I was Je-sus Christ ba-rum-pum-pum-pum
  
   [Big Punisher] (Chorus)
   Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
   Knockin' at ya front door
   And he wants moooorrree...(Holy shit !)
   He ain't a rapper he'll kill you
  
   (Repeat)
  
   [Big Punisher]
   Till my last breath I'll have death before dishonor
   (come on) and welcome drama(yeah)
   but open arms in the code of honor
   My hole persona equals that of gods
   Definin' matters hard all before you even had a job
   I'll stab and rob if I have to
   Fuck it i'll blast you, tell the devil it wuz Pun if he ask you
   And let him know how we be deadin' um'
   Show 'em my emblem, the tombstone, the throne, every millennium
   a child is born that can preform at a level beyond the
   expected form on a 30 second song
   We reign supreme, my team be all up in ya dream
   wit the "kill anything" grill, chillin' beside the guilotine
   Executioner style, black suit and a smile
   who's next to get their neck hacked loose in the crowd, move from the aisle
   Don't make me have to prove that I'm wild
   Word to Cuban, my crew killers, y'all niggaz shootin the clouds
   (Who's in the house)
   Punisher straight from hell. Who's in the house
   (Terror Squad motherfucker we the real)
   What the deal, now you know that's how we roll
   Hard core like BO, bring in the cars baby go
  
   (Chorus 2x's)