| Yo, yo, yo, yo…
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| Yo, yo, yo, yo…
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| Yo, yo…
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| It’s hard to explain how my squad can harbor the strain
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| Of being the largest name in rap, since the almighty Kane
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| Acknowledge the fame
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| My college terrain was the rugged streets from Harlem to Queens
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| Back to the Bronx who fathered the dream
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| That Started this thing called rap, where I reign supreme, my team
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| Regardless of that, I’ve seen things as far as a crack
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| That’ll make the hardest largest artist heart just collapse
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| I’m part of all that that’s why it’s so hard to go back
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| And start it from scratch
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| I’m locked and I’m trapped in a giant cage
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| Tryin to savor these few dyin days
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| I have left, to the form of flesh
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| Should I lie in my grave?
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| I’m tryin to persuade, my mind to try to be brave
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| And not give death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid
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| That’s why I rise from the grave singing church songs like
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| I was Je-sus Christ ba-rum-pum-pum-pum
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| Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
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| Knockin' at ya front door
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| And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar. |
| ooooh (holy shit) yeah
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| He ain’t a rapper he’ll kill you
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| Till my last breath I’ll have death before dishonor
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| (come on) and welcome drama (yeah)
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| Wit open arms and a code of honor
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| My hole persona equals that of gods
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| Definin' matters hard and more before you even had a job
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| I’ll stab and rob if I have to
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| Fuck it i’ll blast you, tell the devil it was Pun if he ask you
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| And let him know how we be deadin' um'
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| Show 'em my emblem, the tombstone, the throne, every millennium
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| A child is born that can perform at a level beyond
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| The expected 4 minute 30 second song
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| We reign supreme, my team be all up in ya dream
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| Wit the «kill anything» grill, chillin' beside the guilotine
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| Executioner style, black suit and a smile
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| Who’s next to get they neck hacked loose in the crowd, move from the aisle
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| Don’t make me have to prove that I’m wild
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| Word to Cuban, my crew killers, y’all niggas shoot in the clouds
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| (Who's in the house)
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| Punisher’s straight from hell. |
| Who’s in the house
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| (Terror Squad motherfucker we the real)
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| What’s the deal, now you know that’s how we roll
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| Hard core like BO bring in the corns baby bro |