《Capital Punishment Medley》是由Big Punisher演唱的一首歌曲，收錄於專輯《Capital Punishment》中。
基本介紹
- 歌曲：Capital Punishment Medley
- 語種：英語
- 發行日期：1998年04月28日
- 歌手：Big Punisher
- 所屬專輯：Capital Punishment
Album by: Capital Punishment
Artist by: Big Punisher
Its mine; its all mine you understand?
At least me and my peoples
Can you dig that?
21st century -- thought Id never see it
Right around the corner, baby
Ours for the taking
Verse one: big pun
Yo; Ive seen child blossom to man,
Some withered and turned to murderers
Led astray by the liars death glorifiers observin us
Watching us close, marking our toast ? ? ?
Purposely overtaxin the earnings
Nervous, burning down the churches
Theyre scared of us, rather beware than dare to trust
Always in jail, million dollar bail, left there to rust
Lets call in order, give ourselves a chance to enhance broader
Advance to where minorities are the majority voter
Holdin my own, Im livin alone in this cold world
My sister just bought a home without a loan, you go girl!
Shes an exception, some people can leap to the impression
See, me myself, I start flippin and fall victim to deep depression
Im stressin the issue here, so we can cross the fiscal year
Tired of gettin fired and hired as a pistol-eer
Theres no longevity living off negativity
Fuck it, Id rather sell reefer than do pizza delivery
Thats how the city be, everybody gettin they hustle on
Judge singin death penalty like its his favorite fuckin song
Word is bond, takin my life you know they lovin it
God f the government and its fuckin capital punishment!
Chorus: prospect
Capital punishment, given by the government
System so organized they get to you and who you runnin with
Cant live alone, watch for the spies and tapped phones
Totin the llello for life, the rightful heir to the throne
We come from kings and queens, people with dreams, gods and earths
For what its worth, we benefit the earth with infinite worth
First its turnin tables, open our own labels
Disable the republicans, then reverse capital punishment
Verse two: big pun
Ive seen it all up close, shit out the movies youd be buggin
My cousin juje, barely a juve, lost it and turned on the oven
He wasnt playin, blew out the flame and started inhalin
Barin a secret too deep to keep on the street for sharin
Wearin the virus, acquired immune deficiency
Dishin his dick in every thick promiscuous fish in the sea
Listen to me, shit is rough in the ghetto
You bluff, blow your head off, fuck a snuff, we bust lead off!
Get off your high horse, or die off like an extinction
Boriquans are like mohicans, +the last of the poricans+
We need some unity, fuck all the jeeps and jewelry
The maturity, keeps me six feet, above obscurity
The streets are deadly and everybodys a desperado
I guess the motto we promise to let you homage in death your motto
Like zorro, I mark my territory with a symbol
Not with a z, but a p, cause punishments what I resemble!
I lend you this if it expands yours, for you and yours
A real man cant fall, he stands tall
The mans claws are diggin in my back, Im tryin to hit him back
Time to counteract, where my niggaz at?
Chorus
Verse three: prospect
You like that, its pun and prospect
We hold nines, own more treasure than gold mines, makin progress
With don juans, theres rules to be made, crews to be sprayed
Dues to be paid, nuttin yall can do to behave
We laid in the slums, made a cake out of crumbs
Even though the government, tryin to take out our sons
Rudy gulliani trying to blind me, but I see reality
Was raised with the street mentallity
My strategys why my battery never die
The ghetto kept me wise, so I would never fall to the lies
Its no surprise, but do or die if you want the glamour
Yeah, I want the glamour, laid up with cheese and trees in atlanta
While cubans smoked out like ronald isley with havanas
The hammer in the palm, never shaky, calm handlers
This renegade blow through barricades like grenades
I turn the sun to shade, then the night back to day
Like the twenty-four hour rotation
I know the location, its just a little in-for-mation
From the squad, bringing the terror for the nine-era
And let it rain on your fine leather, nigga, what?
*beat to fade*
