Big Punisher - New York Giants lyrics

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C'mon..

Yeah yeah.. uhh, uh-huh..

(Oh shit!) Hehehe.. (Ohhh shit!!)

C'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!!

Uhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut

Long time comin, ya heard?

M.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher

Uhh.. Terror Squad (yeah)

Bronx.. Brook-lawn collabo'

Ya heard me?

This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters

New York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters

We the truth - don't let yo' dead body be the proof

Leave your Wisdom rottin with holes - and I don't mean ya tooth

I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage

Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya parent

The spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn

Made right where you starrin from night to the mornin

plus the light that give light to Muhammad

or Christ how you want it I got what you need

From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin to me

Big Pun!! The papichulo out to screw you

??, hunchback, like Quasimoto

"World's.. world's.. world's famous!"

"World's.. world's.. world's famous!"

I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell

or ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just - rock your world

like ?? believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me

Cock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie

Cause my commitee ain't only known for the flowin

Put they holes in your colon send you rollin like when you're bowlin

a perfect strike - let me show y'all niggaz what I learned from Ike

I hurt your wife - put the trife ass in the earth aight?

I'm shootin at you - and that's off the top like Supernatural

?? turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin at you

Clap you with your own heat - by all means

If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G.

I breaks the world off with a bang (BANG!)

"How About Some.." FUCK THAT! Look nigga, you know the name

It's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash

M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot

Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU)

Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you

I rep for my cellblock niggaz

and cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, "Perrico!"

Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights

Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes

Merc out on machines with loud pipes

Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and ?? bikes

You want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE)

First (FAM).. easy soldier!

I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot

Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot

Seance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL

Ohh! I don't blame you - you switched your gameplan

when you found out your main man was named Danze

Nigga - I'm filled with anger!

You fuckin with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger

(FIRST FAMILY STYLE) all the way out

BANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) til your brains hang out