Parental Discretion (feat. Busta Rhymes)

Big Punisher

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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 youNew York niggaz is trigger happy, got Pataki scared 
This town ain't big enough 
For both of us and I ain't goin' nowhereThere it is, plain and simple 
Like Jigga, my game is mental 
While slow niggaz better know 
I blow their brains out they templesI'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 oldAnd I've already broken every law 
I'm horror core, this is for the heads 
Runnin' up in your crib 
Knot if you still hot in under the bedYo, 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, honeyHey 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 reasonsThe seasons change, things rearrange, 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 SinatraI 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'sYo, 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, honeyYo, 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, honeySo 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 caseI'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 sweatI 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' bodiesMake 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 playYo, 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, honeyYo, 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, honeyWord 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 usDo 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 bedYou ain't 'posed to be hearin' this shit 
Word up, punishment motherfuckers 
By the Punisher and Busta Rhymes, hah 
Terror squad, Flipmode squad niggaz

Parental Discretion (feat. Busta Rhymes) - Big Punisher Lyrics

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 youNew York niggaz is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough
For both of us and I ain't goin' nowhereThere it is, plain and simple
Like Jigga, my game is mental
While slow niggaz better know
I blow their brains out they templesI'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 oldAnd I've already broken every law
I'm horror core, this is for the heads
Runnin' up in your crib
Knot if you still hot in under the bedYo, 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, honeyHey 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 reasonsThe seasons change, things rearrange, 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 SinatraI 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'sYo, 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, honeyYo, 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, honeySo 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 caseI'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 sweatI 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' bodiesMake 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 playYo, 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, honeyYo, 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, honeyWord 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 usDo 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 bedYou ain't 'posed to be hearin' this shit
Word up, punishment motherfuckers
By the Punisher and Busta Rhymes, hah
Terror squad, Flipmode squad niggaz

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