Big Punisher F Prospect Capital Punishment Lyrics

Capital Punishment Lyrics

Big Pun] 

 It's mine, it's all mine you understand?  Just me and my peoples.  Can you dig


 that?  21st century, but I never see it.  Bottom of the corner, baby.  Ours


 for the taking. 

  

 Verse one: Big Pun 

  

 Yo; I've seen child blastin a man, some with them are turning to murderers 

 Let us stray by the liars' death clause, fires observing us 

 Watching us close, marking our toast ??? is purposely overtaxing the earnings


 Nervous, burning down the churches 

 They're scared of us rather beware than dare to trust 

 Always in jail, million dollar bail, left there to rust 

 Lets call in order, give ourselves  a chance to enhance, broader 

 Advance where the minorities are the majority voter 

 Holding my own, I'm living alone in this cold world 

 My sister just bought a home without a loan, you know girl 

 She's an exception, some people can leap to the impression 

 See, me, myself I start flippin and fall victim to deep depression 

 I'm stressing the issue here, so we can cross the fiscal year 

 Tired of getting fired and hired as a pistol-eer 

 There's no longevity living off negativity 

 Fuck it, I'd rather sell reefer than do pizza delivery 

 That's how the city be, everybody gettin they hustle on 

 Judge singin death penalty like its his favorite fucking song 

 Word is bond, taking my life you know they lovin it 

 Got off the government and its fuckin capital punishment 

  

 Chorus: Prospect 

  

 Capital punishment, given by the government 

 Systems they organized they get to you and who you running with 

 Can't live alone, lets spread our spots and tap phones 

 So when they came, yo, for life, the rifle ?hit in they zone? 

 We came from kings in Queens, people with dreams 

 Gods and herbs, for what its worth 

 We gonna fit the Earth with infinite worth 

 First its turning tables, open our own labels 

 They say vote the Republicans, they reverse capital punishment 

  

 Verse two: Big Pun 

  

 I've seen it all up close, shit without the movies you'd be buggin  

 My cousin Juju, barely a juve' lost it and turned on the oven 

 He wasn't playin, blew out the flame and started inhalin 

 Baring a secret too deep to keep on the streets for sharin 

 Wearing the virus, Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome 

 Is dickin every thick premiscuous ?? seed 

 Listen to me, shit is rough in the ghetto, you bluff, blow your head off 

 Fuck a snuff, we bust lead off! 

 Get off your high horse, or die off like an extinction 

 Boriquans are like Mohicans, The Last of the Mohicans (Mohicans) 

 We need some unity for all the deep security 

 The maturity, keeps me six feet, above obscurity 

 The streets are deadly and everybody's a desperado 

 I guess the motto we promise to let you ??? your motto 

 Like Zorro, I mark my territory with a symbol 

 Not with a Z, but a P, cause punishment's what I resemble! 

 I lend you this if it expands yours, for you and yours 

 A real man can't fall, he stands tall 

 The Man's claws are diggin in my back, I'm trying to hit him back 

 Time to counteract, where my niggaz at? 

  

 Chorus 

  

 Verse three: Prospect 

  

 You like that, It's Pun and Prospect 

 We hold nines, own more treasure than goldmines, making progress 

 With Don Juan's, there's rules to be made, crews to be sprayed 

 Dues to be payed, nothing y'all can do to behave 

 We laid in the slums, made a cake out of crumbs 

 Eventhough the government, trying to take out our sons 

 Rudy Gulliani trying to blind me, but I see reality 

 Was raised with this street mentallity 

 My strategies wide, my battery never die 

 The ghetto kept me wise, so I would never fall to the lies 

 Its not surprise, but to or die if you want the glamour 

 Yeah, I want the glamour, laid up with cheese and trees in Atlanta 

 My Cubans smoked out like Ronald Eisley with Havanas 

 The hammer hit em in the palm, never shaky, calm 'halers 

 This renegade blow throught barracades like grenades 

 I turn the sun to shade, then the night back to day 

 Like the twenty-four hour rotation 

 I know the location, its just a little in-for-mation 

 Here come the Squad, bringing the Terror for the nine-era 

 And let it rain on your fine leather, nigga, what? 

  

 *beat to fade