My Turn

[Produced by L.E.S. & Al West]

[Intro]

Psssh.. it's my turn, y'knahmean?

Get this motherfuckin money y'know?

Shit..

Yeah I went double, y'know?

Niggas is goin' triple-five-ten platinum

Can't do what I do

This is my game, this is me

(T. Squaders) Y'know?

[Chorus]

Yo it's my turn, I demand my respect

Give me my burn, or get slammed in your neck

'Cause it's my turn, I'mma reach to the top

Gimme my burn, I'mma speak with the Glock

'Cause it's my turn, don't make me turn your wig

Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib

I'mma rhyme it right, and keep the ghetto in a trance

But when the time is right, me and the devil gon' dance

[Verse 1]

Fuck you and yours, make way I'm comin' through the door

And screw the law, breakin' the rules ain't nothin' new at all

I'm true to all the shit that I done, check the clip in my gun

Respect the clique that I'm from, or get lift to the sun

Dunn, you just a small fry, fuckin' with the fall guy

Big Pun, the Honorable, all rise

Sky's the limit, nothin' less if my guys is in it

For the right price, even Christ could get it

Fast life we live it, all my memories are vivid

I remember only minutes, that's how I mentally get rid of all the enemies

The spirits that definitely mimic my every melody

And lyric which so heavenly rhythmic

In magic do I build, but math do be equally compatible

And secretively battle you to reach my peak in equilateral

I'm from the streets deep in the barrio ain't no Mario Brothers

Official Bronx niggas, quick to body yo' mother (ouch)

[Chorus]

Yo it's my turn, I demand my respect

Give me my burn, or get slammed in your neck

'Cause it's my turn, I'mma reach to the top

Gimme my burn, I'mma speak with the Glock

'Cause it's my turn, don't make me turn your wig

Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib

I'mma rhyme it right, and keep the ghetto in a trance

But when the time is right, me and the devil gon' dance

[Verse 2]

Jesus H. Christ, how many times I gotta pay the price?

You scared of death I'll make you twice as afraid of life

I bring sight to the game for every night you complained

You couldn't see the light, I was bright in your brain

Ignitin' the flame, keepin' your third lit

Speak and observe with the mind

What are blind sleep til they worth shit

I'm earth wind and fire, the first one to fire

Reppin T. Squad since birth 'til I retire

I wire your jaw, wire the walls with plastique explosives

And riot the halls at the malls where all the crackers moms live

Keep flappin yo' gibs and I'mma come back with those kids

From the back of the bridge

I think two hand touch means tackle the bitch

I rap for the chips, but I'm truly assassin

Four hundred pounds, six feet tall, brutally handsome

That's the pro, got beef with Pun, you gots to go

Mafia style, tear you a new ass-a-hole

Flash your dough, but you too cool for the captain

'Cause I don't give a fuck if I was quadruply platinum

And to the 50 Cent rapper, very funny, get your nut off

'Cause in real life, you don't know

I'll blow your motherfuckin' head off (ooh yeah)

[Big Pun Talking]

That's my motherfuckin word, you understand?

Thought we was a fuckin' joke? Shit

Terror Squad nigga, you don't know me

You don't know my name, don't say it, you understand?

Told you before I ain't no motherfuckin' rapper understand?

Shit

I don't make no songs about rappers I don't like

If I'mma make a song it's gon' be how I beat yo' motherfuckin ass understand?

That'll be the name of the motherfucker

"That's Why I Had to Beat Your Motherfuckin Ass"

Featuring Tony Sunshine

T. Squaders, T. Squaders, T. Squaders, T. Squaders, T. Squaders, T. Squaders

[Chorus]

And it's my turn, I demand my respect

Give me my burn, or get slammed in your neck

'Cause it's my turn, I'mma reach to the top

Gimme my burn, I'mma speak with the Glock

'Cause it's my turn, don't make me turn your wig

Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib

I'mma rhyme it right, and keep the ghetto in a trance

But when the time is right, me and the devil gon' dance