Parental Discretion Lyrics

Parental Discretion lyrics

Featuring Busta Rhymes]  

 [Big Punisher]  

 Aiyyo I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked  

 you  

 where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you  

 New York niggaz is trigger happy, got Pataki scared  

 This town ain't big enough for both of us AND I AIN'T GOIN NOWHERE  

 There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental  

 While slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out they temples  

 I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical author  

 Compatible with the average New Yorker  

 A fast talker, like Tony when gas whores I'm the masked enforcer  

 out for the cash and the cho-cha  

 Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up  

 If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff  

 I don't give a fuck anymore, I'm only twenty-four years old  

 and I've already broken every law  

 I'm horrorcore, this is for the heads  

 Runnin up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed  

 Chorus: Busta Rhymes  

 Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes  

 Little kids -- GET OUT OF HERE!!! This shits is homicide!  

 Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny!  

 Little girls too; this ain't for you it's for the thugs honey!  

 [Big Punisher]  

 Hey yo my shit's the truth, 150 proof no question  

 Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth  

 It's too explicit, bullshit! I challenge the statistics  

 Violence existed before our music was even suggested  

 Arrested on sight, it's like there's no rights  

 That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life  

 I fight the power, spite the power the 90 percent  

 Keep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasons  

 The seasons change.. things re-arrange, but I stay the same  

 Play the game, for the wealth, until I've made myself a name  

 So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack  

 for the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra  

 I ain't a actor so it's all facts, strictly raw rap  

 Totally intended for yours dressed in all black  

 with the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin cameos  

 in liquor store cameras with the twin Calico's  

 Chorus 2X  

 [Big Punisher]  

 So forget the boom, one look, you shook -- you know I'm stickin you  

 Liftin you off the ground, look down -- that's where I'm puttin you  

 Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally  

 havin the enemy be the last thing you ever see?  

 The recipe is death and I'm the chef, fricaseein your flesh  

 Be my guest, but I ain't cleanin the mess  

 Me and TS we testin niggaz faith, just to see they face  

 expression when destined to states, that death be in the case  

 I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face  

 Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS  

 I paint the wake cause they ain't get me yet, wet me  

 or reflect me yet, I know they comin they just tryin to let me sweat  

 I wreck it like when I was just a boy, eatin Chips Ahoy!  

 Wasn't allowed to raise my voice, now I'm makin noise  

 No more toys, strictly Mac's and missiles, shorties with forties  

 packin pistols catchin bodies make sure we'll get you  

 So they say, I pray there's a better way  

 My kids don't do as I do, they do as I say, cause daddy don't play  

 Chorus 2X  

 [Busta Rhymes]  

 Word is bond  

 One thing about MC's is that we don't conceal the truth  

 We present real pictures about the positive and the negative  

 So don't blame the hip-hop when your seed is learnin the real life  

 from us  

 Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house  

 Parents...  

 You don't do your job we gonna put your children to bed at nine  

 o'clock  

 Past your bedtime  

 You get your ass in bed you ain't 'posed to be hearin this shit  

 Word up  

 Punishment motherfuckers!  

 By the Punisher, and Busta Rhymes, hah  

 Terror Squad! Flipmode Squad niggaz