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• Artiste: Big Pun
• Titre: You Ain't A Killer
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Verse 1: The harsh realities of life is takin' toll For even Jesus Christ forsake my soul Please tell me the price to pay to make it home Take control, I'm makin' doe, but not enough to blow J O's, they lust my flows, but A-yo I don't trust a soul, I know I need to These evil streets will meet you Halfway than eat you, alive Tryin' to survive illegal, I leave you lost Bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse Sacrifice your life to a higher force Than I stomp your corpse, it's the Bronx of course Recognize the accent, one of the last livin' still in action General assassin', catchin' an erect, blastin' any tech Smashin' any chest, passin' any test Charles Manson in the flesh, any last requests Before ya meet your maker, so would your reaper wake up Shakin' up a storm, like Anita Baker I'll take ya straight to hell and fill your heart with hate, Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake Than I lock the gate, make no mistake The Shit Is Real as Joe, we follow the killers code One be comin' for you, tell me, where do you go? Nowhere to run, hide or find you In silence you scream and even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin' dreams Hook: You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap Fool watch the Lefrak, It ain't where you're from it's where's your gat Verse 2: You made a grave mistake, shouldn't of come here You changed your fate, your brains will make a debut on the table When I raise the stakes, the pain is great But only for a second, is starts strong your lesson Just when your restin' The Armaggedon set in, left him with so much stress (B.S.) Left him with no regrets (yes) Welcome to hell son, the threshold of death Face the serpent, I blaze your person You get laced for certain Even Jakes don't trace the work So close the curtain, I'm hurtin', head severely Really tryin' to bring the pain There's nothing more satisfying then when you cryin' screamin' my name It's not a game, it's Purple Rain Floods and blood stains, Big Puns my thugs name Bustin' my gun, that's my love thang Slit the jug vein, snatch your Adam's apple John Madden tackle your corpse Then hoist it on the cross at the Tabernackle That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body till it burst Then curse through vida, like a brujeria verse, I'm worse than anything you ever been through Sick in the head and mental, essentially meant to be the sould threat in mental When you awaken, your manhood will be taken Fakin like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination Hook (X2) Verse 3: It's hard to analize, which guys is spies Be advised people, we recognized who lies It's all in the eyes chico We read 'em and see 'em for what they are Thieves in undercover cars, takin' my picture like I'm a fuckin' star I'm up to par, my game is in a smash Stash a million in the stash Passport with the gas , first name and last Ask anybody if my men are rowdy Give me the mini shottie, I body a nigga for a penny probably Im obligated to anything, if it's crime related If it shine I'll take it, sill in my prime and I finally made it I hate the fact that I'm the last addition Probably a stash magician, could of went to college and been a mathematician Bad decisions kept me out the game Now I'm strickly out for cream, doin' things to fiends I doubt you'll ever dream, my teams the meanest thing you ever seen Measured by the heavens Kings, down to the devils mezzanine I never scream so loud, I'm proud to be alive Most heads died by 25, or catch a quick 3 to 5 So be advised, the streets is full of surprises It's not what crews the livest, when the survivors who's the wisest Hook (X2)