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You Aint a Killer

You Aint a Killer

Verse 1:
The harsh realities of life is takin’ toll
For even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me the price to pay to make it home
Take control, I’m makin’ doe, but not enough to blow
J O’s, they lust my flows, but A-yo
I don’t trust a soul, I know I need to
These evil streets will meet you
Halfway than eat you, alive
Tryin’ to survive illegal, I leave you lost
Bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse
Sacrifice your life to a higher force
Than I stomp your corpse, it’s the Bronx of course
Recognize the accent, one of the last livin’ still in action
General assassin’, catchin’ an erect, blastin’ any tech
Smashin’ any chest, passin’ any test
Charles Manson in the flesh, any last requests
Before ya meet your maker, so would your reaper wake up
Shakin’ up a storm, like Anita Baker
I’ll take ya straight to hell and fill your heart with hate,
Incarcerate your fate in Satan’s fiery lake
Than I lock the gate, make no mistake
The Shit Is Real as Joe, we follow the killers code
One be comin’ for you, tell me, where do you go?
Nowhere to run, hide or find you
In silence you scream and even if you kill me
I’ll still be in your fuckin’ dreams

You ain’t a killer, you still learnin’ how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk
Mark you for death, won’t even talk that East and West crap
Fool watch the Lefrak, It ain’t where you’re from it’s where’s your gat

Verse 2:
You made a grave mistake, shouldn’t of come here
You changed your fate, your brains will make a debut on the table
When I raise the stakes, the pain is great
But only for a second, is starts strong your lesson
Just when your restin’
The Armaggedon set in, left him with so much stress (B.S.)
Left him with no regrets (yes)
Welcome to hell son, the threshold of death
Face the serpent, I blaze your person
You get laced for certain
Even Jakes don’t trace the work
So close the curtain, I’m hurtin’, head severely
Really tryin’ to bring the pain
There’s nothing more satisfying then when you cryin’ screamin’ my name
It’s not a game, it’s Purple Rain
Floods and blood stains, Big Puns my thugs name
Bustin’ my gun, that’s my love thang
Slit the jug vein, snatch your Adam’s apple
John Madden tackle your corpse
Then hoist it on the cross at the Tabernackle
That’ll have to hurt, I’ll work your body till it burst
Then curse through vida, like a brujeria verse,
I’m worse than anything you ever been through
Sick in the head and mental, essentially meant to be the sould threat in mental
When you awaken, your manhood will be taken
Fakin like you Satan, when I’m the rhymin’ abomination

Hook (X2)

Verse 3:
It’s hard to analize, which guys is spies
Be advised people, we recognized who lies
It’s all in the eyes chico
We read ’em and see ’em for what they are
Thieves in undercover cars, takin’ my picture like I’m a fuckin’ star
I’m up to par, my game is in a smash
Stash a million in the stash
Passport with the gas , first name and last
Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
Give me the mini shottie, I body a nigga for a penny probably
Im obligated to anything, if it’s crime related
If it shine I’ll take it, sill in my prime and I finally made it
I hate the fact that I’m the last addition
Probably a stash magician, could of went to college and been a mathematician
Bad decisions kept me out the game
Now I’m strickly out for cream, doin’ things to fiends
I doubt you’ll ever dream, my teams the meanest thing you ever seen
Measured by the heavens Kings, down to the devils mezzanine
I never scream so loud, I’m proud to be alive
Most heads died by 25, or catch a quick 3 to 5
So be advised, the streets is full of surprises
It’s not what crews the livest, when the survivors who’s the wisest

Hook (X2)

Punish Me

Punish Me

[Big Punisher] I was the luckiest man on Earth, my wisdom was worth
any purse but had a curse that hurt worse than givin birth
My first verse explains some of the game she was playin
I’m blamin myself cause in my wealth was her pain would haven
Behavin like a money hungry hooker, funny how the money took her
from an average honey to a stunning looker
I look back and reminisce how we used to kiss
and smash hips in the GS I bought her last Christ’
She got too big for her britches but The Bridge is Over
Not the one in Queens I mean the one she dreamin wasn’t sober
Told her how I felt, gassed me when she cried for help
Supplied the guilt trip and I was whipped without a fuckin belt
I felt stupid Cupid struck me with a poison arrow
Shoulda drowned ya when I found ya crushin in my boy’s Camaro
I didn’t bother but you probably find your lover dead
You robbed me of my honor, you ain’t shit like my mother said

Chorus: miss jones

Come back come back come back come back to meeeee, Punisher
Punish me… ahhhhhhhIII’ve been so bad, so bad
Won’t you come back?

[Big Punisher] Nah baby, I’m Not Gon’ Be Able to Do It; You blew it
Threw it all the way cause you was stupid — girl why’d you do it?
I mighta knew it by the way you gave me your baby
Then left a day before I ever saw the son that God made me
It’s hard maybe we can make amends, be friends
But only hurtin’ all of us for certain by forsakin’ him
Just take it in, don’t even say a word, observe
the way you were, preserved, these words so you won’t play the herb
ever again, never pretend that he doesn’t have a father
I’m always there and you don’t wanna bother
I honor my word on my father’s grave, guide him through his hardest age
So he can thrive and survive in these modern days
I wanna raise my little man but you keep resistin
I’m insistin you chill for real before you come up missin
Listen, I don’t wanna fight I’d rather do what’s right
A boy needs a father that’s the most important part of his life

Chorus 2X

[Big Punisher] I gave you everything, love letters and sweaters with leather seams
Feathered wings, and rings with emeralds right out of Geraldine’s
Simple dreams a dream fulfilled, the green DeVille Cadillac
to mack, not a fact redeemed the bill
I mean for real I can play it mami how you wanna stay
Armani Fresh, givin the next nigga my punani
You want me back cause he hit it wrong, now you wanna get it on
with the Long Don, word bond my shit is strong (come back)
Girl don’t even start again, I beg your pardon
and get your hands off my six button Cardigan
cuz ain’t no love lost between us far as I’m concerned
Please leave, cut that busted weave I’ve been dyin to burn
Go buy a perm, try and earn some respect
It’s better to have loved and lost than live with regret

[miss jones] Come back… to, me
I want you to

Chorus 2X

to me, yeah yeah
Alright, don’t go, no
Ohhhhhahahaooahhoahhohhh, hmmmmmm ohh hmmm hmm
Yeahhhhhhhhh, take my hand, and punish me
Hmm, been so bad, come punish me, yeahh
Take my hand, and punish me, ohhh
Been so bad, come punish me…

Dream Shatterer

Dream Shatterer

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

CHORUS — When you awaken, your manhood’ll be taken
Fakin’ like you Satan when I’m the rhymin’ abomination (2x)

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 verse 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
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

CHORUS (4x) to fade out

Still Not a Player Lyrics – Big Pun

Still Not a Player Lyrics – Big Pun

[Joe] whoahhaoohhH! Yeahheahhaa
Don’t wanna beeeee a playahh

Intro/Chorus: Joe, Big Punisher

[Joe] I don’t wanna be a playa no more
[Pun] I’m not a playa I just crush a lot
[Joe] But Big Punisher, still got what you’re lookin for
1 – [Pun] For my thugs, for my thugs
2 – [Pun] Uptown baby, uptown
[Joe] Don’t wanna be, don’t wanna be – I don’t wanna be a playa no more
[Pun] I’m not a playa I just crush a lot
[Joe] But you know Big Punisher still down by law
[Joe] Who’s down to crush a lot

[Big Punisher] Hey yo I’m still not a playa but you still a hater
Elevator to the top hah, see you later, I’m gone
Penthouse suite, Penthouse freaks
In house beach, french count seats, ten thou piece
Rent-out lease, with a option to buy
Coppin a five-oh Benz for when I’m not, far up in the sky
Puffin the lye, from my Twinzito
Up in the Benzito with my kiko from Queens, nicknamed Perico
We go back like PA’s and wearin PJ’s
Now we reach the peakage, runnin trains for three days
Who wanna ride it won’t cost you a dollar
whether soft or harder of course you still gonna holla
My my, I’m big huh, I rip my *prick* through your hooters
I’m sick, you couldn’t measure my *dick* with six rulers
Hold up, chula, I’m all about gettin loot
But I knock that boot, if you out to get HOOF


[Big Punisher] I love from puerto rican to blackberry molass’
I don’t discriminate, I regulate every shade of that *ass*
Long as you show class, and pass my test
Fat *fuckin* breasts, highly intelligent bachelorettes
That’s the best, I won’t settle for less
I wanna get a brunette, with unforgettable sex
I lay your head on my chest, come feel my heartbeat
We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep, and just spark the leaf
It’s hard to creep since I found Joe
Every pretty round brown *hoe* wanna go down low
But this Boogie Down pro-fessional, I’ma let you know
Once I quit the blows, get your clothes, cause you got to go
I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere
(You nasty Twin) I don’t care
Round here they call me Big Pun, if you with the big guns
Thick tongue,, known to make a chick *come*

[Joe and Big Punisher] (In the) hot tub, poppin bubb-ly
Rubbin your spot love, got you screamin Punish me
But it don’t stop, watch the Pun get wicked
When I *edited* even Luke be like “Don’t stop, get it get it”
(repeat 2X)

Chorus w/o Big Punisher

[Joe] Boricua, morena, boricua, morena (3X)
No more rollin with an entourage
Unless it’s Pun and the Terror Squad

Punisher, Punisher, Big Punisher
Punisher… Joe and Big Punisher

Boricua, morena, boricua, morena (6X)

Super Lyrical

Super Lyrical

Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact
Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats
Half of you lack the magical dap of tragical rap
That tackles you back and shackles and laughs at you
That’s…the mathematical madness I’m on, the savage, the strong
The marriage, a bond of havoc and song
This massacre’s on as if Picasso laced you
There’s lotsa hateful skeletons locked
in the closet of my castle of Grayskull
I’m possum at grade school, that’s why I have to debate you
My raps are like cables, slashin’ your face, you
That’s how a master degrades you
I’m battlin’ Jesus if he passes through my label
I’m snatchin’ his halo
God I pray that you send my father back as an angel
Language is fatal and it’s hypnotizin’
I’m only emphasizin’, I’m still all about business and enterprisin’
I’m super lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals
That’s used contenicals inside of my mental projectable

CHORUS — Lyrically I’m supposed to represent (Biggie)
Niggaz’ll tell you that I’m nice with the
blah, blah, blah (Canibus)
Lyrically I’m…< >…I’m supposed to represent

Black Thought the super lyricist, your arch-nemesis
Still with the Punisher, that’s my accomplice
Stressin’ to emcees how they don’t really want this
Electrifying shit his excellency Thought spit
These cats they sentimental such with a gentle touch
Dancin’ double dutch and all sayin’ nothin’ much
My sound wave liftin’ your chin up like uppercuts
New found ways of rippin’ shit up, I de-ve-lop
Your squad chest swell up, still you’re mini-ay-ture to me
Nature-ally I bring the extremity
Musically intense with the globe in suspense
Contemplatin’ where the world traveler been since
The Roots bless you with a strong record, long like a epic
Immerse you in some ‘ol next shit, ill poetic
Thought from Illadelph somethin’ like nothin’ else
My talk stomp like elephants upon every elf, cause…what…

CHORUS — Lyrically I’m supposed to represent
Niggaz’ll tell you that I’m nice with the blah, blah, blah
Lyrically I’m supposed to represent
You will lose…I must break you (Ivan Drago from “Rocky”)
Lyrically I’m supposed to represent
Niggaz’ll tell you that I’m nice with the blah, blah, blah
Lyrically I’m-I’m-I’m…< >…
I’m supposed to represent

Ay-yo peace Roots east coast niggaz reppin’ the streets most
With heat, toast, and keep close more Phillies than Pete Rose
These dos, niggaz that’ll lift ya mentals
Lyrics’ll twist your temples into pretzels
like the “Triumph” instrumental

My instrumental’s the Renaissance, no resem-ba-lance
To nothin’ you come across, lyrical holocaust
The crowd pleaser emcees freeze then catch seizure
They praise the Lord of rap thesis, true believers

Just call me Baby Jesus cuz lately niggaz be praisin’ me
Just for the way I blaze to be crazily, tape to CD lasery
It pays to be amazingly flavery
Daaaaze ’em to my rhymes that basically hypnotize you occasionally

Occasionally as I focus on my next opus
The way it’s all fucked up and emcees is hopeless
I leave your head wrecked as I erect sculptures
My thought’s just a fortress, approach this ferocious up-closeness

Chorus — Lyrically I’m supposed to represent
Niggaz’ll tell you that I’m nice with the blah, blah, blah
Lyrically I’m-I’m-I’m…< >…
I’m supposed to represent
Lyrically…”It’s suicide!”
Lyrically…”You’ve seen him, you know how strong he is!”
Lyrically…”You can’t win!”
Lyrically…”It’s suicide!”
Lyrically…”You’ve seen him, you know how strong he is!”
Lyrically…”You can’t win!”
Lyrically…”You can’t win!”
Lyrically…”You will lose…”
Lyrically…”I must break you…”
Ly-ly-ly-lyrically <


Beware – Lyrics – Big Pun

I gave you fair warning, beware…beware…beware… (2x)
–Mobb Deep sample–

Yo…what you thought punk, shit was sweet, now you can’t sleep
Gotta keep ya eyes open wide and hide ya face from the streets
I’m like the beast with a warrant, far from alarmin’
Gave you fair warnin’ now you on the stairs swallin’
I’m callin’ out any rapper that I doubt, smack ’em in the mouth
Throw ’em in the yoke, BOOM!, then I knock ’em out
No doubt, Freddie Foxxx files 20-shot auto glock, BLAAOW!
Benny blind Puerto Rock style
Wit’ a twist of black in the brow, twist ya cap and I’m out
Sleep wit’ the fish-dips for yappin’ too loud
What’s happenin’ now? Niggaz is hard as hell but they Gargamels
Pickin’ on the smallest victim gives ’em heart to kill
My squad is real and holds it down the hardest regardless
Besides of the largest, we polish the floor
with the rawest hardcore artists
Flawless victory you niggaz can’t do shit to me
Physically lyrically hypothetically realistically
I’m the epitome of catchin’ wreck, catch you when you cash your check
Smash you when you pass then jack you for your fuckin’ Lex
Nothin’ less than the best if the squad did it
Hard-headed niggaz better beware and fear like God said it


Ay-yo I warned you, now all niggaz could do is mourn you
I’m born to kill and still thrilled, I put it on you
There’s no regrets, remorse, only results and loneliness
Only the strong survivors strive through life as warriors
All of us die, some of us kill, even massacred
Who wanna try? Punisher will if you ask for it
I’m hazardous for your health and hell’s your next stop
For real my shit’s cocked the world has just stopped…
I’m not the one you should be underestimatin’
Come test your fate an’ I guarantee I’ll be under investigation
You can’t handle the whole, I’ll slam you on your skull
Or we can go blow for blow like Evander and Bowe, ya never know
However though I still hold the title
When all my rivals the chance to dance who missed the homicidal
Hand on the bible I swear to defend my crown
I’ve been around since forever and never let it touch the ground
Don’t fuck around and catch a rude awakenin’
My crew’s basically waitin’ patiently for you to move your patrons in
Then we’ll surround you, form Desert Storm and pound you
Look around you, Terror Squad’s everywhere like Soundview
The Boogie Down do it like nobody, who are we?
The foundation, you’re facin’ a whole army…


[Fat Joe] yeah yeah yeah, whassup now potna??! Know what I’m sayin’? Think this
just some rap shit? We do this shit for real…Terror Squad nigga!
Fuckin’ shoot the place up! Muthafuckas know the time. This
muthafuckin’ rap game. Joe Crack, Big Dog Punisher, Full-A-Clips  crew
What da fuck…WHAT???!

(fade out)