[Big Punisher]
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It's my life, my money, my world, my girls
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TS electrify the sky like the Third Rail
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Want me to fail cause you on my dick
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But as long as every song is rip, you can't tell me shit
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[Armageddon]
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It's my life, it's my world, my perogative
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To push things and chase girls that dress provacative
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Terror Squad rock ice wider than Yugoslavians
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Run up in your building, bust locks, and blow the lobby in
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Blazin since the sample dropped, never will the glamour stop
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Claimin that your vandle, when you seein Roman Candles pop
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Turnin hands to glocks, blow you back to your essence
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I go back in time, stop your ass back to the present
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Packin a Wessun, actin, no blessin, Terror Squad shatter your presence
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We handle our blessings, these players where the battles is stressin
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Took this rap game over then mastered it
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Blast my shit, this song change shitty records that after it
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[Big Punisher]
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Yo, yo, yo, don't make my have to pull your motherfuckin car
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With a ? I'm killin like Chicci from Southern Boulevard
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I'm hardcore, thug blood, raw, pass it off
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Laugh it off, I crush your jaw cause thats the law
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Hack off your skull, I'm stackin heads like Totem polls
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Blow a hole in your throat and throw you from here to ?Fordham? Road
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Blow for blow, I'm Toe to Toe with the toughest
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Run the rukkus through the roughest motherfuckers
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Somethin illustrious, my crew's accustom to bustin ass
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Crushin glass in nigga's faces, leavin traces of red out this bloody bath
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I want the cash off the ?jetta? I got to blast a pit off
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At any bit off tryin to laugh at the brittles
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You Ain't A Killer for the Terror Squadron
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You feel the fear of God when I steal your car and flatten your beer garden
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I'll pierce an organ if your startin trouble, spark a lot above you
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And watch it blossom like a flower throughout the burrough
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No doubt I'm thorough, with the periscope
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Rifle as a lyrical, cipher that'll tear the whole bible out
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Don't swear to know, idols or titles, all I request
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Best rapper known yet, Big Pun'll chaperone your death
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[Fat Joe]
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You better slide or catch this homicide
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Ain't no match for Joey Crack, I'm blowin backs out the other side
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Brothers died and mother cried at wakes, these are the brakes
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Curtis blow you head like jake (like jake)
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So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines
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Player haters never wanna see my shine
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Up in a Ranger in a Lex Coupe, rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes
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On my way to ?less fools?
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Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids
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Or live in mass, suite and lavish cribs
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Fix marriages for my kids, six karats on my whiz
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Exotic toke' and karats on my wrist
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It ain't shit for for sex, money, and drugs
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True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs
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What the FUCK Joe Crack? Twist your cap back
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Leave your heart rate flat one Terror Squad attacks
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[Cuban Link]
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Yeah, I got your back, Twin, packin a Mac when I'm attackin
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Even if its one against ten, count me in, till the end
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Cause for my men I'm going all out, just call out
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My name when you need, I make a nigga brain fall out
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Nuff love for my blood-brothers, some rough motherfuckers
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Who bust slugs, that's why I put em above others
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Cause some niggas ain't real, they talk mad shit
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Then when its time to flip, they hit the tracks to fit
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[Big Punisher]
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It's my life, my money, my world, my girls
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TS electrify the sky like the Third Rail
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Want me to fail cause you on my dick
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But as long as every song is rip, you can't tell me shit
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Freestyle - Big Pun, Fat Joe, Terror Squad
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Funkmaster Flex |