Big Pun You Ain`t A Killer Lyrics

You Ain`t A Killer Lyrics

[Verse 1]

The harsh realities of life is takin tolls

Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul

Please tell me what price to pay to make it home

Take control, I'm makin dough, but not enough to blow

J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soul

That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you

halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin to survive illegal

I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse

Sacrife your life to a higher force

Then I stomp your corpse it's the Bronx of course recognize the accent?

One of the last livin still in action, general assassin

Catchin any wreck, blastin any tech

Smashin any chest, passin any test, Charles Manson in the flesh

Any last requests before you meet your maker?

Sew what you reap a wake up, shakin up a storm like Anita Baker

I'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate

Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate

Make no mistake, "The Shit is Real" as Joe, we follow the killer's code

When we come for you, tell me where will you go?

Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and and silence your screams

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 niggaz carry chalk

Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap

From Watts to 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'll make the debut on the table when I raise the stakes

The pain is great but only for a second

It starts strong then lessens

Just when you restin the Armaggedon sets in

Left him with so much stress (T.S.) blessed him with no regrets (yes)

Welcome to Hell son, the threshold of death

Now face the serpent, I blaze your person you get laced for certain

Even Jakes don't trace the work so close the case to curtains

I'm hurtin, head severely really tryin to bring the pain

There's nuttin mo' satisfyin than when you cryin screamin my name

It's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods and bloodstains

Big Pun's my thug's name, bustin my guns, that's my love thang

I split the jug' vein and snatch your Adam's Apple

John Madden tackle your corpse

then hoist it on the cross at the tabernacle

That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body 'til it burst

Then curse tu 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 soul frentic mental

When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken

Fakin like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin abomination



[Hook] - 2X



[Verse 3]

It's hard to analyze which guys is spies, be advised people

We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes chico

We read 'em and see 'em for what they are

Theives in undercover cars, takin my picture like I'm a fuckin star

I'm up to par, my game is in a smash

With half 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

I'm obligated to anything if it's crime related

If it shine I'll take it, still in my prime and I finally made it

I hate the fact that I'm the last edition

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 team's the meanest thing you ever seen

Measured by the heaven's King, down to the devil's mezzanine

I never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive

Most heads died by twenty-five, or catch a quick 3 to 5

So be advised, the streets is full of surprises

It's not what crew's the livest

One that survive is who's the wisest



[Hook] - 2X