[Big Punisher]
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Uhh.. psssh.. it's my turn, y'knahmean?
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Get this motherfuckin money y'know?
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Shit..
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Yeah I went double, y'know?
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Niggaz goin triple.. five.. ten platinum
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Can't do what I do
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This is my game, this is me..
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[T. Squaders] Y'know?
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[Chorus: Big Punisher]
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Yo it's my turn, I demand my respect
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Give me my burn, or get slammed in your neck
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cause it's my turn, I'ma reach to the top
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Gimme my burn, I'ma speak with the glock
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cause it's my turn, don't make me turn your wig
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Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib
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I'ma rhyme it right, and keep the ghetto in a trance
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But when the time is right, me and the Devil gon' dance
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[Big Punisher]
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Fuck you and yours; make way - I'm comin through the door
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And screw the law - breakin the rules ain't nothin new at all
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I'm true to all the shit that I done, check the clip in my gun
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Respect the click that I'm from, or get lifted and stunned
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Dunn, you just a small fry, fuckin with the fall guy
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Big Pun, The Honorable, all rise
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Sky's the limit, nuttin less if my guys is in it
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For the right price, even Christ could get it
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Fast life we live it - all my memories are vivid
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I remember only minutes
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that's how I mentally get rid of all the enemies
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The spirits that definitely mimic my every melody
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and lyric which so heavenly rhythmic
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In magic do I build, but math do be equally compatible
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And secretively battle you to reach my peak in equilateral
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I'm from the streets deep in the bottom yo ain't no Mario Brothers
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Official Bronx niggaz, quick to body yo' mother (ouch)
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[Chorus]
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[Big Punisher]
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Jesus H. Christ, how many times I gotta pay the price?
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You scared to death I'll make you twice as afraid of life
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I bring sight to the game for every night you complained
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you couldn't see the light - I was bright in your brain
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Ignitin the flame, keepin your third lid
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Speak and observe with the mind
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what are blind sleep til they worth shit
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I'm earth wind and fire, the first one to fire
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Reppin T. Squad since birth til I retire
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I wire your jaw, wire the walls with plastique explosives
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and riot the halls at the malls where all the crackers ? live
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Keep flappin yo' gibs and I'ma come back with those kids
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from the back of the bridge
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I think two and touch means tackle the bitch
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I rap for the chips, but I'm truly assassin
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Four hundred pounds, six feet tall, brutally handsome
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That's the pro - got beef with Pun, you gots to go
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Mafia style - tear you a new ass-a-hole
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Flash your dough, but you too cool for the captain
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cause I don't give a fuck if I was quadruply platinum
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And to the 50 Cent rapper, very funny, get your nut off
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Cause in real life, you don't know
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I'll blow your motherfuckin head off (ooh yeah)
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That's my motherfuckin word, you understand?
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Thought we was a fuckin joke? Shit
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Terror Squad nigga, you don't know me
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You don't know my name, don't say it, you understand?
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Told you before I ain't no motherfuckin rapper understand?
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Shit, I don't make no songs about rappers I don't like
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If I'ma make a song,
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it's gon' be how I beat yo' motherfuckin ass understand?
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That'll be the name of the motherfucker
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"That's Why I Had to Beat Your Motherfuckin Ass"
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featuring Tony Sunshine
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T. Squaders, T. Squaders, T. Squaders
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[Chorus]
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My Turn
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Big Punisher |