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    "Parental Discretion" Lyrics

    Big Punisher feat. Busta Rhymes

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    [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!
    This song was submitted on March 12th, 2010 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Christopher Rios, Rodney Lemay.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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