Capital Punishment lyrics

[Big Pun]

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 takin'

Yo

[Verse one: Big Pun]

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, marketing toast

It's eat or purchase

Purposely overtaxin' the earnings

Nervous, burnin' 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 gross the fiscal year

Tired of gettin fired and hired as a pistol-eer

There's no longevity livin' 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

[Hook: Prospect]

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

[Verse Two: Big Pun]

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

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

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

Baring 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 Mohicans, 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 niggas at

[Hook]

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

[Verse Three: Prospect]

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, nothin' 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 mentallity

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 Cuban's 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 in-for-mation

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

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

• Artist:Big Pun
• Album:Capital Punishment