Parental Discretion Lyrics - Singles - 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 horror core, this is for the heads 

Runnin' up in your crib 

Knot if you still hot in under the bed 

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 

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 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 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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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