Big Punisher Classic Verses Medley Drop It Heavy Fantastic 4(feat Dj Lyrics

Classic Verses Medley Drop It Heavy Fantastic 4(feat Dj Lyrics

[Verse One -- from the Show & A.G. "Full Scale EP"]



 [Verse Two -- from the DJ Clue CD "The Professional"]



 



 [Verse One]



 Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad



 But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence



 Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up



 If you ever see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs



 Ain't no snitch in us, bitch in us



 Unofficial-ness, everything we outside you wish you was



 Official thugs in the drug profession



 Drug connections, drug addictions



 Still seein the judge for drug possession



 The four-D's, all these is more reas'



 to either get big, or leave and let live



 We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else



 We probably Dove, cause we all way on top of the shelf



 I'm lockin your wealth with the master keys, freeze



 Don't try to breeze, or I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees



 Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster



 My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa



 You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath



 You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh



 You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed



 Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick



 Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album



 I thought you was wildin bustin your guns and runnin the island



 You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits



 How pathetic, did it to get out of the calisthetics



 I'm +Dianetics+ combined with lyrics



 My matureness is my insurance



 Kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit



 You gotta fear it, cause every last gem is poison



 You gotta cheer it, you can't win you better join em



 I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel



 I'm the only vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin nostrils



 Watch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yours



 Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours



 



 [Verse Two]



 Fuck all y'all non-believers; I roll with God, the Squad and T.S.



 Out with the B.S. we platinum, they even doubted Jesus



 Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid



 Brain-bolic with knowledge, cock-diesel scholars



 Holdin it down, walkin around with gold by the pound



 Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crown



 Talk of the town, soakin you down wit toast 'til you drown



 Ghost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll open the ground



 Save the jokes for the clowns, I'm on the serious tip



 You keep playin.. and I get furious quick



 And now I take you for a walk through the ghetto



 Either spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devil



 I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit, I used to clap shit



 Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit



 I used to have to pack a mac in back of the Ac(ura)



 Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack



 It's like that, but don't think I won't counter act



 My niggaz is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back



 I'm swift with the mac, quicker than Kung Fu



 with the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a mongoose