Aiyyo I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you
where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you
New York *****z is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us AND I AIN'T GOIN NOWHERE
There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental
While slow *****z better know I blow their brains out they temples
I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical author
Compatible with the average New Yorker
A fast talker, like Tony when he gassed Sosa the the masked enforcer
out for the cash and the chocha
Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up
If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff
I don't give a **** anymore, I'm only twenty-four years old
and I've already broken every law
I'm horrorcore, this is for the heads
Runnin up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed
Chorus: Busta Rhymes
Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes
Little kids -- GET OUT OF HERE!!! This shit 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!
Hey yo my shit's the truth, 150 proof no question
Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth
It's too explicit, bullshit! I challenge the statistics
Violence existed before our music was even suggested
Arrested on sight, it's like there's no rights
That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life
Keep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasons
The seasons change.. things re-arrange, but I stay the same
Play the game, for the wealth, until I've made myself a name
So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack
for the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra
I ain't a actor so it's all facts, strictly raw rap
Totally intended for yours dressed in all black
with the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin cameos
in liquor store cameras with the twin Calico's
Chorus 2X
So forget the boom, one look, you shook -- you know I'm stickin you
Liftin you off the ground, look down -- that's where I'm puttin you
Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally
havin the enemy be the last thing you ever see?
The recipe is death and I'm the chef, fricaseein your flesh
Be my guest, but I ain't cleanin the mess
Me and TS we testin *****z faith, just to see they face
expression when destined to states, that death be in the case
I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face
Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS
I paint the wake cause they ain't get me yet, wet me
or reflect me yet, I know they comin they just tryin to let me sweat
I wreck it like when I was just a boy, eatin Chips Ahoy
Wasn't allowed to raise my voice, now I'm makin noise
No more toys, strictly Mac's and missiles, shorties with forties
packin pistols catchin bodies make sure official
So they say, I pray there's a better way
My kids don't do as I do, they do as I say, cause daddy don't play
Chorus 2X
Word is bond
One thing about MC's is that we don't conceal the truth
We present real pictures about the positive and the negative
Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house
Parents...
You don't do your job we gonna put your children to bed at nine o'clock
Past your bedtime
You get your ass in bed you ain't 'posed to be hearin this shit
Word up
Punishment ************s!
By the Punisher, and Busta Rhymes, hah
Terror Squad! Flipmode Squad *****z!
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.09]Aiyyo I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you
[00:25.53]where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you
[00:28.20]New York *****z is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
[00:30.69]This town ain't big enough for both of us AND I AIN'T GOIN NOWHERE
[00:34.29]There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental
[00:36.75]While slow *****z better know I blow their brains out they temples
[00:39.81]I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical author
[00:42.93]Compatible with the average New Yorker
[00:45.09]A fast talker, like Tony when he gassed Sosa the the masked enforcer
[00:48.87]out for the cash and the chocha
[00:50.52]Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up
[00:54.33]If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff
[00:56.55]I don't give a **** anymore, I'm only twenty-four years old
[01:00.30]and I've already broken every law
[01:02.37]I'm horrorcore, this is for the heads
[01:04.38]Runnin up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed
[01:07.89]Chorus: Busta Rhymes
[01:08.31]Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes
[01:10.80]Little kids -- GET OUT OF HERE!!! This shit is homicide!
[01:13.80]Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny!
[01:15.96]Little girls too; this ain't for you it's for the thugs honey!
[01:18.27][Big Punisher]
[01:18.66]Hey yo my shit's the truth, 150 proof no question
[01:21.60]Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth
[01:24.51]It's too explicit, bullshit! I challenge the statistics
[01:27.63]Violence existed before our music was even suggested
[01:30.54]Arrested on sight, it's like there's no rights
[01:32.76]That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life
[01:38.79]Keep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasons
[01:41.49]The seasons change.. things re-arrange, but I stay the same
[01:44.49]Play the game, for the wealth, until I've made myself a name
[01:47.43]So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack
[01:50.37]for the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra
[01:53.19]I ain't a actor so it's all facts, strictly raw rap
[01:56.07]Totally intended for yours dressed in all black
[01:58.62]with the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin cameos
[02:01.71]in liquor store cameras with the twin Calico's
[02:04.08]Chorus 2X
[02:11.94][Big Punisher]
[02:26.40]So forget the boom, one look, you shook -- you know I'm stickin you
[02:29.43]Liftin you off the ground, look down -- that's where I'm puttin you
[02:32.25]Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally
[02:35.25]havin the enemy be the last thing you ever see?
[02:38.10]The recipe is death and I'm the chef, fricaseein your flesh
[02:41.43]Be my guest, but I ain't cleanin the mess
[02:43.53]Me and TS we testin *****z faith, just to see they face
[02:46.53]expression when destined to states, that death be in the case
[02:49.53]I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face
[02:52.86]Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS
[02:55.23]I paint the wake cause they ain't get me yet, wet me
[02:57.54]or reflect me yet, I know they comin they just tryin to let me sweat
[03:00.84]I wreck it like when I was just a boy, eatin Chips Ahoy
[03:03.72]Wasn't allowed to raise my voice, now I'm makin noise
[03:06.39]No more toys, strictly Mac's and missiles, shorties with forties
[03:09.24]packin pistols catchin bodies make sure official
[03:11.82]So they say, I pray there's a better way
[03:14.25]My kids don't do as I do, they do as I say, cause daddy don't play
[03:17.82]Chorus 2X
[03:36.30][Busta Rhymes]
[03:41.28]Word is bond
[03:43.20]One thing about MC's is that we don't conceal the truth
[03:46.86]We present real pictures about the positive and the negative
[03:54.99]Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house
[03:57.96]Parents...
[03:59.49]You don't do your job we gonna put your children to bed at nine o'clock
[04:03.90]Past your bedtime
[04:05.88]You get your ass in bed you ain't 'posed to be hearin this shit
[04:11.16]Word up
[04:11.34]Punishment ************s!
[04:13.59]By the Punisher, and Busta Rhymes, hah
[04:18.99]Terror Squad! Flipmode Squad *****z!
Aiyyo I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you
where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you
New York *****z is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us AND I AIN'T GOIN NOWHERE
There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental
While slow *****z better know I blow their brains out they temples
I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical author
Compatible with the average New Yorker
A fast talker, like Tony when he gassed Sosa the the masked enforcer
out for the cash and the chocha
Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up
If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff
I don't give a **** anymore, I'm only twenty-four years old
and I've already broken every law
I'm horrorcore, this is for the heads
Runnin up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed
Chorus: Busta Rhymes
Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes
Little kids -- GET OUT OF HERE!!! This shit 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!
Hey yo my shit's the truth, 150 proof no question
Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth
It's too explicit, bullshit! I challenge the statistics
Violence existed before our music was even suggested
Arrested on sight, it's like there's no rights
That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life
Keep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasons
The seasons change.. things re-arrange, but I stay the same
Play the game, for the wealth, until I've made myself a name
So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack
for the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra
I ain't a actor so it's all facts, strictly raw rap
Totally intended for yours dressed in all black
with the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin cameos
in liquor store cameras with the twin Calico's
Chorus 2X
So forget the boom, one look, you shook -- you know I'm stickin you
Liftin you off the ground, look down -- that's where I'm puttin you
Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally
havin the enemy be the last thing you ever see?
The recipe is death and I'm the chef, fricaseein your flesh
Be my guest, but I ain't cleanin the mess
Me and TS we testin *****z faith, just to see they face
expression when destined to states, that death be in the case
I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face
Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS
I paint the wake cause they ain't get me yet, wet me
or reflect me yet, I know they comin they just tryin to let me sweat
I wreck it like when I was just a boy, eatin Chips Ahoy
Wasn't allowed to raise my voice, now I'm makin noise
No more toys, strictly Mac's and missiles, shorties with forties
packin pistols catchin bodies make sure official
So they say, I pray there's a better way
My kids don't do as I do, they do as I say, cause daddy don't play
Chorus 2X
Word is bond
One thing about MC's is that we don't conceal the truth
We present real pictures about the positive and the negative
Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house
Parents...
You don't do your job we gonna put your children to bed at nine o'clock
Past your bedtime
You get your ass in bed you ain't 'posed to be hearin this shit
Word up
Punishment ************s!
By the Punisher, and Busta Rhymes, hah
Terror Squad! Flipmode Squad *****z!
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.09]Aiyyo I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you
[00:25.53]where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you
[00:28.20]New York *****z is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
[00:30.69]This town ain't big enough for both of us AND I AIN'T GOIN NOWHERE
[00:34.29]There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental
[00:36.75]While slow *****z better know I blow their brains out they temples
[00:39.81]I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical author
[00:42.93]Compatible with the average New Yorker
[00:45.09]A fast talker, like Tony when he gassed Sosa the the masked enforcer
[00:48.87]out for the cash and the chocha
[00:50.52]Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up
[00:54.33]If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff
[00:56.55]I don't give a **** anymore, I'm only twenty-four years old
[01:00.30]and I've already broken every law
[01:02.37]I'm horrorcore, this is for the heads
[01:04.38]Runnin up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed
[01:07.89]Chorus: Busta Rhymes
[01:08.31]Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes
[01:10.80]Little kids -- GET OUT OF HERE!!! This shit is homicide!
[01:13.80]Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny!
[01:15.96]Little girls too; this ain't for you it's for the thugs honey!
[01:18.27][Big Punisher]
[01:18.66]Hey yo my shit's the truth, 150 proof no question
[01:21.60]Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth
[01:24.51]It's too explicit, bullshit! I challenge the statistics
[01:27.63]Violence existed before our music was even suggested
[01:30.54]Arrested on sight, it's like there's no rights
[01:32.76]That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life
[01:38.79]Keep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasons
[01:41.49]The seasons change.. things re-arrange, but I stay the same
[01:44.49]Play the game, for the wealth, until I've made myself a name
[01:47.43]So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack
[01:50.37]for the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra
[01:53.19]I ain't a actor so it's all facts, strictly raw rap
[01:56.07]Totally intended for yours dressed in all black
[01:58.62]with the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin cameos
[02:01.71]in liquor store cameras with the twin Calico's
[02:04.08]Chorus 2X
[02:11.94][Big Punisher]
[02:26.40]So forget the boom, one look, you shook -- you know I'm stickin you
[02:29.43]Liftin you off the ground, look down -- that's where I'm puttin you
[02:32.25]Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally
[02:35.25]havin the enemy be the last thing you ever see?
[02:38.10]The recipe is death and I'm the chef, fricaseein your flesh
[02:41.43]Be my guest, but I ain't cleanin the mess
[02:43.53]Me and TS we testin *****z faith, just to see they face
[02:46.53]expression when destined to states, that death be in the case
[02:49.53]I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face
[02:52.86]Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS
[02:55.23]I paint the wake cause they ain't get me yet, wet me
[02:57.54]or reflect me yet, I know they comin they just tryin to let me sweat
[03:00.84]I wreck it like when I was just a boy, eatin Chips Ahoy
[03:03.72]Wasn't allowed to raise my voice, now I'm makin noise
[03:06.39]No more toys, strictly Mac's and missiles, shorties with forties
[03:09.24]packin pistols catchin bodies make sure official
[03:11.82]So they say, I pray there's a better way
[03:14.25]My kids don't do as I do, they do as I say, cause daddy don't play
[03:17.82]Chorus 2X
[03:36.30][Busta Rhymes]
[03:41.28]Word is bond
[03:43.20]One thing about MC's is that we don't conceal the truth
[03:46.86]We present real pictures about the positive and the negative
[03:54.99]Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house
[03:57.96]Parents...
[03:59.49]You don't do your job we gonna put your children to bed at nine o'clock
[04:03.90]Past your bedtime
[04:05.88]You get your ass in bed you ain't 'posed to be hearin this shit
[04:11.16]Word up
[04:11.34]Punishment ************s!
[04:13.59]By the Punisher, and Busta Rhymes, hah
[04:18.99]Terror Squad! Flipmode Squad *****z!
Fast Money -Big Punisher
I got the sweetest heist million in cash another 3in ice
Who can I trust Cuban'll bust plus good thief the night
Here's the p...
Everybody kiss the ****in floor Joey Crack buck em all
If they move Noodles shoot that bitch whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we kn...
Everybody kiss the ****in floor Joey Crack buck em all
If they move Noodles shoot that b***h whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we kn...
Holla -Busta Rhymes （斯塔·瑞恩）
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