Capital Punishment lyrics ( Big Punisher Featuring Prospect )
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Artist : Big Punisher Featuring Prospect Song : Capital Punishment
[Big Pun] It's mine, it's all mine you
understand? Just me and my peoples. Can you
dig that? 21st century, but I never see it.
Bottom of the corner, baby. Ours for the
taking.
Verse one: Big Pun
Yo; I've
seen child blastin a man, some with them are
turning to murderers Let us stray by the
liars' death clause, fires observing
us Watching us close, marking our toast ??? is
purposely overtaxing the earnings Nervous,
burning down the churches They're scared of us
rather beware than dare to trust Always in
jail, million dollar bail, left there to
rust Lets call in order, give ourselves a
chance to enhance, broader Advance where the
minorities are the majority voter Holding my
own, I'm living alone in this cold world My
sister just bought a home without a loan, you
know girl She's an exception, some people can
leap to the impression See, me, myself I start
flippin and fall victim to deep depression I'm
stressing the issue here, so we can cross the
fiscal year Tired of getting fired and hired
as a pistol-eer There's no longevity living
off negativity Fuck it, I'd rather sell reefer
than do pizza delivery That's how the city be,
everybody gettin they hustle on Judge singin
death penalty like its his favorite fucking
song Word is bond, taking my life you know
they lovin it Got off the government and its
fuckin capital punishment
Chorus:
Prospect
Capital punishment, given by the
government Systems they organized they get to
you and who you running with Can't live alone,
lets spread our spots and tap phones So when
they came, yo, for life, the rifle ?hit in they
zone? We came from kings in Queens, people
with dreams Gods and herbs, for what its
worth We gonna fit the Earth with infinite
worth First its turning tables, open our own
labels They say vote the Republicans, they
reverse capital punishment
Verse two: Big
Pun
I've seen it all up close, shit
without the movies you'd be buggin My cousin
Juju, barely a juve' lost it and turned on the
oven He wasn't playin, blew out the flame and
started inhalin Baring a secret too deep to
keep on the streets for sharin Wearing the
virus, Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome Is
dickin every thick premiscuous ?? seed Listen
to me, shit is rough in the ghetto, you bluff,
blow your head off Fuck a snuff, we bust lead
off! Get off your high horse, or die off like
an extinction Boriquans are like Mohicans, The
Last of the Mohicans (Mohicans) We need some
unity for all the deep security The maturity,
keeps me six feet, above obscurity The streets
are deadly and everybody's a desperado I guess
the motto we promise to let you ??? your
motto Like Zorro, I mark my territory with a
symbol Not with a Z, but a P, cause
punishment's what I resemble! I lend you this
if it expands yours, for you and yours A real
man can't fall, he stands tall The Man's claws
are diggin in my back, I'm trying to hit him
back Time to counteract, where my niggaz
at?
Chorus
Verse three:
Prospect
You like that, It's Pun and
Prospect We hold nines, own more treasure than
goldmines, making progress With Don Juan's,
there's rules to be made, crews to be
sprayed Dues to be payed, nothing y'all can do
to behave We laid in the slums, made a cake out
of crumbs Eventhough the government, trying to
take out our sons Rudy Gulliani trying to
blind me, but I see reality Was raised with
this street mentallity My strategies wide, my
battery never die The ghetto kept me wise, so
I would never fall to the lies Its not
surprise, but to or die if you want the
glamour Yeah, I want the glamour, laid up with
cheese and trees in Atlanta My Cubans smoked
out like Ronald Eisley with Havanas The hammer
hit em in the palm, never shaky, calm
'halers This renegade blow throught barracades
like grenades I turn the sun to shade, then the
night back to day Like the twenty-four hour
rotation I know the location, its just a
little in-for-mation Here come the Squad,
bringing the Terror for the nine-era And let
it rain on your fine leather, nigga,
what?
*beat to fade*
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