Feat. Cuban Link
Big Punisher Song Lyrics

(Cuban Link)Yeah, the foundation, L.G.P.Latins Goin Platinum baby!Yeah yeah, yeah..Uhh, year 2000Terror Squadians (Terror Squad)We rock the party and (you won't like me when I'm angry)(I guarantee you, you won't like me when I'm angry)Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Terror SquadiansYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uhh, yeah)We rock the party and..YEAH!  I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Punmy fuckin brother, makin motherfuckers run for coverThe number runner son, I'm nothin but a hustlerBurnin rubber with drugs, stuffed up in the mufflerShut the fuck up!  Bust a slug through your jugularPlus suckers get fucked up with golf clubs, never front on usT.S. baby, straight out the B.X. babySo if they B.S., we deeper than the U.S. NavyYou ain't crazy - laid up in the club like WHAT?With all the ladies - showin us nothin but LOVEGuzzlin 80 - proof to truth, straight to the GUTIn a Mercedes - Coupe fucked up doin a BUCKIf Jakes chase me - I'm cuttin off trucks, pressin my LUCKIt's all gravy - puffin the blunt, blazin it UPMaybe you hate me - cause your baby mom's on my NUTSShe wanna rape me - just because I'm sexy as FUCKSo nigga WHAT?Chorus: Pun and Cuban Link(Pun)Tear the club up!(Link)Cause we don't care(Pun)E'rybody strip(Link)Yeah we don't care(Pun)Shoot the place up!(Link)Yeah we don't care (nuh-ah)We don't care (nuh-AH!)We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)(Link)Yeah we don't care(Pun)T. Squaders(Link)Yes, yeah we don't care(Pun)Fuck you nigga!(Link)Nah we don't care (nuh-ah)We don't care (nuh-AH!)We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)(Big Punisher)Yo, I'm livin in mansions, give me the Spanish propsI got to have itLoadin and bustin a mac, did shit in the pastWas ?? a fourth of they assesDuck when the mac hits or be dead before your body fallsCause when my shotty roars we ignore Guiliani lawsMy trigger got no heart nigga, I'm blowin apart liverand holdin the glocks, call to the cops, I'm blowin the spotBaby better head for the hills, my niggaz wild for the nightMy lead ready to peel this shit really realMy clip fillity fill your chick with a chillMy dick quick to kill, we fittin to illNo survivors, ?? Godivas or roses and flowersSour the grapes for those opposin the SquadersDon't ?? ??, like funky pajamas, word to my junkie mamaI'ma keep it funky for homies livin tomorrowYou fuckin with scholars, street knowledgeCarter kids stuck to the projectsGo ahead keep checkin that malland me and Cuban gon' keep doublin our chipsKeep talkin that dumb shit like you want itYeah when are you gonna buck shit??? ???, ??? this mug shitChorus(Cuban Link)Uhh..Yeah..Big Punisher..Cuban Link..Terror Squad..Y'all wanna party?  Gon' party our way..Anything goes..The code of the streets, WHAT WHAT? ..