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song lyrics Watch Those lyrics [Big Punisher] Earth to Pun.. come in Pun.. {*some whining noise*} Yeah yeah yeah.. The levels the levels the levels be good? Levels is good, levels is good? Yeah.. Chorus: Big Punisher (repeat 2X) You got to watch those, jokers who pop those You know those, crusty-lipped snot-nosed Indeed I spot those, actin rah rah, talkin bla-bla that s ca-ca, chill pa-pa, no ah-ahh (ah-ahh) [Big Punisher] I m quick to dumb out, run up in yo crib with the guns out Spray your peeps, smack the baby teeth out your son mouth Who can stop me?  I told shorty I ma shoot you papi Caught him in the crapper with the clapper; while he was doin caci I ll probably die in jail - make it through life and fry in hell Either way I ma lead the way, cause only time ll tell I rhyme for real, not that imaginary vocabulary I really will stab you and every one of my adversaries There s no remorse - fuck these thug niggaz, show me the boss Gimme a hustle worth the risk of goin up North I love my freedom, and you know I love my bein So sometimes I gotta get ugh and mug for my per diem I ll see him in hell, we ll settle it there, better it there No innocent bystanders to get hit with a spare Like I really care who catches strays from the Mac Like I really care who you paid to rap on your track Nigga you wack - you ain t bringing nuttin for us I got songs with the Devil and Jesus singin on the chorus You can t ignore us, nigga you know how we roll Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole Chorus [Big Punisher] Can t no comp come at me, this battle the Bronx ll back me Got the nicest niggaz alive talkin bout, "Papi s nasty" Cocky crafty like Rocky sassy Puerto Rock Apache Posse not even the cops could catch me I m too fast - four-hundred pounds, but I move ass Soon as you spoke, I already smoked you with two jabs My game is tight - you wanna play, just name your price Fame to ice, your brains your life, the game is sheist and I m the trifest on the field Even in school I was nominated the most likeliest to kill This bastard steal, a full clip and a extra and I ma blast ya til your whole click respeta Leave you muerta, it ain t me it s the metra tate quieta, the bitch got a bad temper Don t surrender - you ain t got a chance You be lucky to leave here half-dead, in an am-bu-lance So take a chance, but expect the worst Put my foot so far up your ass the sweat on my knee ll quench your thirst {OOOOOH! *long slurrrrrrrp* .. "Thanks Pun!"} Chorus song lyrics