Parental Discretion lyrics

Artist  : Big Punisher Featuring Busta Rhymes 
Song : Parental Discretion
 


[Big Punisher]
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 niggaz 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 niggaz
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 gas whores I'm the masked enforcer
out
for the cash and the cho-cha
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 fuck 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 shits 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!

[Big Punisher]
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
I
fight the power, spite the power the 90
percent
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

[Big
Punisher]
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 niggaz 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 we'll get
you
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

[Busta Rhymes]
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
So don't blame the
hip-hop when your seed is learnin the real life
from us
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
motherfuckers!
By the Punisher, and Busta
Rhymes, hah
Terror Squad! Flipmode Squad
niggaz!