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    Big Punisher feat. Fat Joe

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    [Big Punisher]
    Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
    I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
    Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready; meet me at Vito's
    with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurping spaghetti
    Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack, buck em all
    If they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore
    Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
    that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily

    [Fat Joe]
    It'll be a cold day in hell the day I'll take an L
    Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
    I'm still the Fat One that you love to hate,
    catch you at your mother's wake
    Smack you then I wack you with my snub trey-eight

    [Big Punisher]
    I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
    like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity filling
    Insanity's building up pavilion in my civilian
    The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing
    A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss
    Forever and take all the cheddar like child support

    [Fat Joe]
    I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves
    My brother from another mother sent from the above
    A thug nigga just like me, one of the best -- might be
    Even better leaving niggas kneeling on they right knee

    [Big Punisher]
    Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
    You small change, I'm blowing out your brains getting richer

    [Fat Joe]
    Hit you with the Mac (Mac), smack your bitch, nigga what?
    You getting stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck!

    [Big Punisher]
    Trunk jewels (jewels), cruising in the Land, pumping 'Cash Rules'
    Last crew to want it caught a hundred trying to pass through

    [Fat Joe]
    That's true, so who the next to get it?
    TS is the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it)

    [Chorus: Pun, Joe]

    [Pun] And it's
    [Joe] Here, and you don't stop!
    [Pun] Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill em to the top
    [Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop!
    [Pun] Joey Crack's the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
    [Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop!
    [Pun] We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot
    [Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop!
    [Pun] It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop!

    [Big Punisher]
    Fuck the po-lice, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt
    Take em feet first through the morgue, then launch 'em in the T-bird
    The street's cursed, the first amendment's culturally biased
    Supposed to supply us with rights, tonight I hold my rosary
    tight as I can, I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl
    Black Pearl Athena my sena who keeps it real
    You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it
    Peep it it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it

    [Fat Joe]
    Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer
    All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena
    Kicking ass as I blast off heat, and
    you never see me talk to police, so
    you should know that I really don't care
    Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right there
    So beware it's rare that niggas want beef, Big Pun speak
    and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets

    [Big Punisher]
    Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion, Puerto Ricans
    known for slashing catching niggas while they sleeping, no relaxing
    Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
    Three techses in the Jeep Lexus just in case police ask us
    Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars
    Fill the clips off, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers
    Better acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and shot down
    Heather B couldn't make me put my Glock Down

    [Fat Joe]
    We lock towns like rounds in the chamber
    Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine
    everytime plus I'm the crime boss of New York
    When we talk to walk the walk all my niggas carry chalk
    and stalk, I prey like The Predator, whoever want it
    go and get it set it baby and I'm gonna bury you
    So remember the Squad that I'm repping
    I pull a clip for my weapon and Punish niggas till it's Armageddon

    [Chorus 2X (to fade)]
    This song was submitted on March 9th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Andre Young, Andre Romell Young, Carlos Rios, Christopher Rios, Colin Wolfe, Colin Fitzroy Wolfe, Cordozar Broadus, J Cartegena, Joseph Cartagena.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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