Big Punisher

Big Punisher - Who Is A Thug lyrics

rate me

Yeah.. 6430.. Ty Fyffe where you at?

Aww shit.. smooth it out

Where my chick tonight? Thug style

Knock em out Pun!

I pull your motherfuckin plug like a thug's supposed ta

Hold a loaded toast, who want the pistol smoke

cause I'll initial on my shoulder holster

You know the culture when it's East coast, we run the streets most

Who want beef? Turn your peeps into meatloaf

You know the steez, when it's murder in third degrees

We reserve the breeze, and move with the wind like birds and bees

Word to G's, Christ I'm nice, g'head roll the dice

You know the price, your kid and your crib, like I'm +Poltergeist+

I'm cold as ice, control your life with the mic

and then take your crown, break you down like liquid nitrogen

Invite your men, I strike your chin while you rappin

If you're on some thug shit, fill my clip and start clappin

Make your heart flatten, stop actin retarded

All you flea hearted villains, build your rhythm over restart it

The streets are God and heavenly, where the vinyls doubles

forty-fives and shovels ready in the five livest boroughs

I'm a thug for life, I'm a thug for life

Coulda gone legit shit, thug nigga til I'm gone

Yo, I'm a thug to the heart, bugged from the start ever since a child

I've been livin wild, chillin with illest crowds

Splittin thous' on my connect in the street

Twenty-percent protection, expected at the end of the week

Never we sleep, a thug doesn't rest

Cause a wise man said, it was a cousin of death

If it wasn't the stress, it was one to your chest

There's many ways to die, in the slums when you stressed

But not me, Big P, cause I'm the son of the devil

Run up in your cribbo and suffocate your son with a pillow

You know I'm comin to kill you when you hear the heavy breathin

Give you a wedgie deep ?? with a butcher machete greetin

Thinkin of Madison Square, I'll battle you there

Carry you clear 'cross the planet just to challenge you here

Embarass you where it hurts, and sandwich you in a hearse

God sent you with a curse, that's why your parachute didn't work

Dead in the dirt (yup) with the bugs and the mice

That's the price, frontin like a thug for life

I'm a thug for life, I'm a thug for life

Coulda gone legit shit, thug nigga til I'm gone

Cuban Link -- you a thug like me

My nigga Funk Flex -- you a thug like me

My man Sunkiss -- you a thug like me

Crazy Roland -- you a thug like me

My niggaz RMS -- y'all thugs like me

My girl Big Lils -- you a thug like me

Yo, me and my man are plannin to handle these two broads

Thought he was Rambo a vandal his brand a Lambor' Countache

with ammo that scrambled his brains and luxury ducats

Harder with somethin hard to sharpen

in the driver's box of the glove compartment

Rotten lowdown dirty sheisty kind of conniver

Ex nine-to-fiver, ready to die as long as I'm the driver

Supplyin buyers of flyers in bundles stacked dope

Humble prices on ices twice as nice as crumbled crack coke

I hope it lasts long, word bond, I bring my brothers with me

Definitely, and start off my own thug committee

I'm a thug for life, I'm a thug for life

Coulda gone legit shit, thug nigga til I'm gone

I'm a thug for life, I'm a thug for life

Coulda gone legit shit, thug nigga til I'm gone

Coulda gone legit shit, thug nigga til I'm gone

Big Pun baby..

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