Taken from the album "Terror Squad". You can see/hear what we are missing in the hip-hop world today - QUALITY.


(BIG PUN)
Yo, yo, yo, yo...
Yo, yo, yo, yo...
Yo, yo...
It's hard to explain how my squad can harbour the strain
Of being the largest name in rap, since the almighty Kane
Acknowledge the fame, my college terrain was the rugged streets from Harlem to
Queens
Back to the Bronx who fathered the dream
Started this thing called rap,where I reign supreme, my team
Regardless of that, I've seen things as far as the crack
That'll make the hardest largest artist heart just collapse
I'm part of all that that's why it's so hard to go back
and start from scratch
I'm locked and I'm trapped in a giant cage
Tryin to saviour these few dyin' days
I have left, in the form of flesh.
Should I lie in my grave?
I'm tryin to persuade, my mind try to be brave
And not give death the satisfaction of seein me dyin' afraid
That's why I rise from the grave singing church songs like
I was Je-sus Christ ba-rum-pum-pum-pum

(BIG PUN) (CHORUS)
Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at ya front door
And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar
HOLY SHIT!
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you
(Repeat)

(BIG PUN)
Till my last breath I'll have death before dishonour
(come on) and welcome drama(yeah)
Wit open arms and a code of honour
My whole persona equals that of gods
Defyin' matters odds and more before you even had a job
I'll stab and rob if I have to
Fuck it I'll blast you, tell the devil it wuz Pun if he asks you
And let him know how we be deadin' um'
Show 'em my emblem, the tombstone, the throne, every millennium
A child is born that can preform at a level beyond the
expected 4 minute 30 second song
We reign supreme, my team be all up in ya dream
Wit the "kill anything" grill, chill 'em inside the guillotine
Executioner style, black suit and a smile
Who's next to get their neck hacked loose in the crowd
Move from the aisle, don't make me have to prove that I'm wild
Word to Cuban, my crew killers, y'all niggaz shoot in the clouds
(Who's in the house?)
Punisher straight from hell. Who's in the house?
(Terror Squad motherfuckers we the real!)
What the deal, now you know that's how we roll
Hardcore like BO bring in the chorus baby bro.

(CHORUS)

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