Capital Punishment feat. Prospect

歌詞

[Big Pun] It's mine, it's all mine you understand? Just me and my peoples. Can you dig that? 21st century, but I never see it. Bottom of the corner, baby. Ours for the taking. Verse one: Big Pun Yo; I've seen child blastin a man, some with them are turning to murderers Let us stray by the liars' death clause, fires observing us Watching us close, marking our toast ??? is purposely overtaxing the earnings Nervous, burning down the churches They're scared of us rather beware than dare to trust Throw us in jail, million dollar bail, left there to rust Lets call in order, give ourselves a chance to enhance, broader Advance where the minorities are the majority voter Holding my own, I'm living alone in this cold world My sister just bought a home without a loan, you know girl She's an exception, some people can leap to the impression See, me, myself I start flippin and fall victim to deep depression I'm stressing the issue here, so we can cross the fiscal year Tired of getting fired and hired as a pistolier There's no longevity living off negativity Fuck it, I'd rather sell reefer than do pizza delivery That's how the city be, everybody gettin they hustle on Judge singin death penalty like its his favorite fucking song Word is bond, taking my life you know they lovin it Got off the government and its fuckin capital punishment Chorus: Prospect Capital punishment, given by the government Systems they organized they get to you and who you running with Can't live alone, watch for the spots and tapped phones Totin the K, yo, for life, the rifle heir to the throne We came from kings in Queens, people with dreams Gods and herbs, for what its worth We gonna fit the Earth with infinite worth First its turning tables, open our own labels They say don't vote the Republicans, then reverse capital punishment Verse two: Big Pun I've seen it all up close, shit without the movies you'd be buggin My cousin Juju, barely a juve' lost it and turned on the oven He wasn't playin, blew out the flame and started inhalin Baring a secret too deep to keep on the streets for sharin Wearing the virus, Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome Is dickin every thick premiscuous 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 Boricuans are like Mohicans, The Last of the Po-Ricans, We need some unity for all the deep security The maturity, keeps me six feet, above obscurity The streets are deadly and everybody's a desperado I guess tomorrow aint promised unless you Amish and death's your motto Like Zorro, I mark my territory with a symbol Not with a Z, but a P, cause punishment's what I resemble! I lend you this if it expands yours, for you and yours A real man can't fall, he stands tall The Man's claws are diggin in my back, I'm trying to hit him back Time to counteract, where my niggaz at? Chorus Verse three: Prospect You like that, It's Pun and Prospect We hold nines, own more treasure than goldmines, making progress With Don Juan's, there's rules to be made, crews to be sprayed Dues to be payed, nothing y'all can do to behave We laid in the slums, made a cake out of crumbs Even though the government, trying to take out our sons Rudy Giuliani trying to blind me, but I see reality Was raised with this street mentality My strategies wide, my battery never die The ghetto kept me wise, so I would never fall to the lies Its no surprise, but to or die if you want the glamour Yeah, I want the glamour, laid up with cheese and trees in Atlanta My Cubans smoked out like Ronald Isley with Havanas The hammer hit em in the palm, never shaky, calm 'halers 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-fo-mation Here come the Squad, bringing the Terror for the nine-era And let it rain on your fine leather, nigga, what?