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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Punisher
Big Punisher
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Rios
Christopher Rios
Songwriter
A. Best
A. Best
Songwriter
Paul Politi
Paul Politi
Songwriter
Barry White
Barry White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BUCKWILD
BUCKWILD
Producer
SoundBoy
SoundBoy
Recording Engineer
Chris Conway
Chris Conway
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ay-yo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden I'm carvin' my initials on your forehead So every night before bed you see the "BP" shine off the board head Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap Cuz he ain't worth jack Hit 'em with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap Make his whole body jerk back, watch the earth crack Hand him his purse back I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull Master the flow, niggaz be swearin' I'm blacker than coal Like Nat King, I be rapping and tongue's packing The ones, magnums, cannons and gatling guns It's Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony... Montana You ain't promised manana in the rotten manzana C'mon-pana we need more rhymers Feel the marijuana snake bite anaconda I'm in Ivana with wine-a, try to match my persona Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind like Nirvana Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna Go try to find another rhymer with my kinda gramma -- When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination I'm pure adrenaline, uncut, straight to your gut, medicine Raw cure for pain I coat your brain like polyeurathane Simple and plain, I'll explain it in layman terms If you came to learn how to make fire, I'm-a make it burn! Higher and hotter than lava this scholar Is 'bout just as smart as MacGyver To put honor inside the heart of a lion Revolved in a life of crime (crime!) Fuck it I like the shine (shine!), Up in the white and lime (lime!) Comes with the pipe design Plushed out! (No doubt!) Both pockets about to bust out If you not in it for the spinach, GET THE FUCK OUT! Take a hike, we can even battle to make it right Go 'head lace the mic, you finished? Say good night... Head to head in the street, I'll leave you dead in your feet Settlin' beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat But it won't matter, you dreams still gon' shatter It's a long ladder to climb and mine is on the stagger So get outta town, 'fore I hit you With the loudest sound you ever heard Desert bird player you outta bounds You need the Pun to dis you if your whole steez is unofficial I'll come and get you and let the desert E's tongue kiss you With one pistol and two clips, I'll make your crew do flips Like acrobatics, I'm charismatic, my gat is magic It makes rappers disappear, whisper in your ear Crystal clear, come here, let me kiss your tears Everything you fear is here, you ain't got to search further The first murder's the worst now I thirst further for reverse birth Every hurts, every curse word's already more offending Than Eddie Murph's worst I thirst for blood like a vampire, any man claimin' his game's tighter IS A GOD DAMN LIAR! I set 'em on fire, retire your train of thought Drain a quart of blood out your brain and leave you insane in the dark The king of New York! Lays his crown in the Boogie Down And sprays the town, with a Mac hoodied down I'm no joke! (Yuh!!) I soak your face with a sweeper Dying disgrace, I'll face your death through the speaker To fade out
Writer(s): Christopher Rios, Anthony Best, Barry White, Paul Politi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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