Capital Punishment Lyrics - Singles - Big Punisher

It's mine, it's all mine you understand? 

At least me and my peoples, can you dig that? 

21st century thought I'd never see it 

Right around the corner, baby ours for the taking 

Yo, I've seen child blossom to man 

Some withered and turned to murderers 

Led astray by the liars death glorifiers observin' us 

Watching us close, marking our toast [unverified] 

Purposely overtaxin' 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 

Let's call in order, give ourselves a chance to enhance broader 

Advance to where minorities are the majority voter 

Holdin' my own, I'm livin' alone in this cold world 

My sister just bought a home without a loan, you go 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 stressin' the issue here, so we can cross the fiscal year 

Tired of gettin' 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 it's his favorite fuckin' song 

Word is bond, takin' my life you know they lovin' it 

God 'F' the government and it's fuckin' capital punishment 

Capital punishment, given by the government 

System so organized they get to you and who you runnin' with 

Can't live alone, watch for the spies and tapped phones 

Totin' the llello for life, the rightful heir to the throne 

We come from Kings and Queens, people with dreams 

Gods and Earths 

For what it's worth we benefit the Earth with infinite worth 

First it's turnin' tables, open our own labels 

Disable the Republicans, then reverse capital punishment 

I've seen it all up close, shit out the movies you'd be buggin' 

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

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

Barin' a secret too deep to keep on the street for sharin' 

Wearin' the virus, Acquired Immune Deficiency 

Dishin' his dick in every thick promiscuous fish in the sea 

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 Mohican's, 'The Last of the Po' Ricans' 

We need some unity, fuck all the jeeps and jewelry 

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 homage in death 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 tryin' to hit him back 

Time to counteract, where my niggaz at? 

Capital punishment, given by the government 

System so organized they get to you and who you runnin' with 

Can't live alone, watch for the spies and tapped phones 

Totin' the llello for life, the rightful heir to the throne 

We come from Kings and Queens, people with dreams 

Gods and Earths 

For what it's worth, we benefit the Earth with infinite worth 

First it's turnin' tables, open our own labels 

Disable the Republicans, then reverse capital punishment 

You like that, it's Pun and Prospect 

We hold nines, own more treasure than gold mines, makin' progress 

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

Dues to be paid, nuttin' y'all can do to behave 

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

Even though the government, tryin to take out our sons 

Rudy Gulliani trying to blind me, but I see reality 

Was raised with the street mentality 

My strategy's why my battery never die 

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

It's no surprise, but do or die if you want the glamour 

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

While Cubans smoked out like Ronald Isley with Havanas 

The hammer in the palm, never shaky, calm handlers 

This renegade blow through barricades like grenades 

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

Like the twenty-four hour rotation 

I know the location, it's just a little information 

From the Squad, bringing the Terror for the nine-era 

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