Big Punishment ft. Big Pun Lyrics

Terrace Gord, what? Till infinity, yeah. What you want? Uh, what, nigga

Yo, why you rhymin' like you killin' niggas? You ain't never feel a trigger

Screamin' that you real, but you're still beginners. I make examples out you ample rappers

Smack you, make you trample backwards. Catch you fallin' flappers. Strap you back in pampers

That's a sample just to let you know. Test me and invest in souls

Specially on some flesh meats than what's left on skulls

Those opposing holding grudges will be holding crutches

Motherfuckers blasting me, that's blasphemy. I'm old to roughage

Who's the toughest? It's rappers that come out snuffin'

Anyone that you're bluffing, my name ain't punish ya for nothing

Keep buffing and puffing, I'll blow your face in

When me and Sason, my ace in the hole. Lyrical assassin, be triple Sason

Chasing Popo out, I bought a town. Walk on till I bought the ground

In my coffin, toss them to the lost and found

Down and deep, beneath the weather in my leather chai

Six feet forever, half asleep. Bronx niggas never die

Can't glide with my rifle, spitting wigs at a fun event

You should run, me in pun, this some big punishment

Taking out the trash in my bins where the rubbish went

Take your punishment, while I laugh with a thuggish grin

I'm the one that's been spitting wigs at your fun event

You should run, me in pun, this some big punishment

Taking out the trash in my bins where the rubbish went

Take your punishment, while I laugh with a thuggish grin

R.I.P. Chris Lee, he the one dead I reckon

So I made a call to heaven, for a pun resurrection

Now this beat and this mic, are the ones that we're blessing

Until everybody's showing me some love and affection

Must love this, I'm guessing, cause you bumping it loud

Hangin' ten, no wipe out, when I jump in the crowd

They threw roses, I picked the flowers up then bowed

All I have to say to women is, what's up, then we plow

I'm a giant, so everyone look up to me now

And the weather up here, it's so lovely out

I feel closer to God, I hope he's gonna be proud

But there's a lost soul up there, I know will want to be found

My friend Pat, we used to smoke butt and grin

But he grabbed pills to fill the hole that was cutting him

He been to hell on earth, life full of blood and sin

But he's suffering up here, please don't punish him

Hand glide with my rifle, spitting wigs at a fun event

You should run, me in pun, this some big punishment

Taking out the trash in my bins where the rubbish went

Take your punishment, while I laugh with a thuggish grin

I'm the one that's been spitting wigs at your fun event

You should run, me in pun, this some big punishment

Taking out the trash in my bins where the rubbish went

Take your punishment, while I laugh with a thuggish grin