Feat. Cuban Link, Big Punisher
Big Punisher Song Lyrics

(Big Punisher)Hey yo it's all love, but love's got a thin lineand Pun's got a big nine, respect crime but not when it reflect mineThe shit I'm on is wrong but it lasts longPull a fast one, then Pun'll wake up, with the stash goneI'm mad strong, and my cream is fastSmoke the greenest grass, my bitch got the meanest assand a taste legit, I don't have to waste a whole case of Crist'All it takes is my pretty face and my gangsta witLace the click, cause we all shareIt's all fair like love and war, thug galore with the long hairBig Pun, Pun the name that makes the kids runLike spelling murder reverse it deliver redrumCome one, come all, if you wanna brawlI'm the mighty Thor clotheslining motherfuckers like Steven SegallCause all you gonna get, is your ass kicked or up in a casketThat's it (that's it?) That's it(Cuban Link)Punisher bash it, at last it's, rappers that really blast shitCats getting Big Willie niggaz like Billy BathgateUp in Jimmy's Cafe, havin caviarCrackin Cristal at the bar, smokin cigars, livin largeWe rob and steal, run with the mob, doin jobs for billsI'm hard to kill for real nigga guard your grillI like to chill, spark an L and get highI'm one hell of a guy, fly pelican fly(JuJu)Whattup Duke-o, you know, politickin papi chucoI'm out here, watching for Jake, getting this loot thoughShoot bro, I got a waterproof suit yoSwervin like a A.K.A. in Beirut yosqueezin, out of automatic M3's andplease, you ain't seen no thugs like theseI can tell you lots of things that'll make you believeIn Corona yo it's better to take than to receive(Psycho Les)Your career's on life support, and I'ma pull the plugand have every thug shootin that Beatnut drugin they blood, no escapin thisNiggaz is goin over their favorite shit (for what?) to be tapin thisWorld premier, loud and clearLye and beer, get the dough, blow up the showDissapear, jump in the CavalierFeelin marvelous, street pharmacist, twist arbolesFor pleasure, bring your territory severKeep my workers under pressure got em sayin FUCK LESTERBut that's aight Duke-o, my heart nowadays too coldDon't give a fuck where you been what you donewhere you go, you know, peep this favoriteIn black shades like a secret, agentWe're night thieves, roll up on you sleevesWe light trees, bust these and stack cheeseIt's off the hook this yearMakin mad money off the books this year, ain't nothinbut crooks in hereGettin mad money off the books this year(repeat 2X)Go! (64X)