Parental Discretion

[Big Punisher] Aiyyo I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably fought you stalked you Where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you New York niggas 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 niggas 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 he gassed Sosa 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, not if you still hiding under the bed [Hook: 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, fricasseein your flesh Be my guest, but I ain't cleanin the mess Me and TS we testin niggas 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 recollect 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 makes you official 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 niggas!