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    Big Punisher / Lyrics

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    "Classic Verses (Drop It Heavy and Fantastic 4)" Lyrics

    Big Punisher feat. Dj Clue?

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    Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad
    But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence
    Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up
    If you ever see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs
    Ain't no snitch in us, bitch in us
    Unofficial-ness, everything we outside you wish you was
    Official thugs in the drug profession
    Drug connections, drug addictions
    Still seein' the judge for drug possession
    The four-D's, all these is more reas'
    To either get big, or leave and let live
    We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else
    We probably Dove, 'cause we all way on top of the shelf
    I'm lockin' your wealth with the master keys, freeze
    Don't try to breeze, or I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees
    Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster
    My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa
    You're gettin' closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath
    You goin' straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh
    You was posin' a threat, now you froze in the bed
    Minute ago, you was poppin' shit, holdin' ya dick
    Now what's the problem, you ain't nothin' like you said on your album
    I thought you was wildin bustin' your guns and runnin' the island
    You wasn't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits
    How pathetic, did it to get out of the calisthenics
    I'm "Dianetics" combined with lyrics
    My matureness is my insurance
    Kill my appearance, I'm a shinin' spirit
    You gotta fear it, 'cause every last gem is poison
    You gotta cheer it, you can't win you better join 'em
    I'm head-annointin' niggas like the Holy Gospel
    I'm the only vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin nostrils
    Watch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yours
    Warlords, callin' The Giant, it's all yours

    Fuck all y'all non-believers; I roll with God, the Squad and T.S.
    Out with the B.S. we platinum, they even doubted Jesus
    Niggas is 85percent, I'm 400 solid
    Brain-bolic with knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
    Holdin' it down, walkin' around with gold by the pound
    Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crown
    Talk of the town, soakin' you down with toast 'til you drown
    Ghost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll open the ground
    Save the jokes for the clowns, I'm on the serious tip
    You keep playin' and I get furious quick
    And now I take you for a walk through the ghetto
    Either spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devil
    I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit, I used to clap shit
    Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
    I used to have to pack a mac in back of the Acura
    Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack
    It's like that, but don't think I won't counter act
    My niggas is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back
    I'm swift with the mac, quicker than Kung Fu
    With the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a mongoose
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing.
    Written by Christopher Rios, Ernesto Shaw, Ken Ifill.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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