[Verse 1: Big Punisher]
It's hard to explain how my squad can harbor the strain
Of being the largest name in rap, since the almighty Kane
Acknowledge the fame, my college terrain was the rugged streets
From Harlem to Queens, back to the Bronx who fathered the dream
They started this thing called rap, but I reign supreme
My team, regardless of that, I've seen things as far as the crack
That'll make the hardest largest artist heart just collapse
I'm part of all that, that's why it's so hard to go back and start it from scratch
I'm locked and I'm trapped in a giant cage
Tryin' to savour these few dyin' days
I have left to the form of flesh
And I lie in my grave?
I'm tryin' to persuade my mind to try to be brave
And not givin' death the satisfaction of seein' me dyin' afraid
That's why I rise from the grave singin' church songs
Like I was Jesus Christ, "Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum"
[Chorus: Big Punisher]
Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at your front door
And he wants war, holy shit!
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you
Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at your front door
And he wants war, holy shit!
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you
[Verse 2: Big Punisher, Fat Joe]
'Til my last breath I'll have death before dishonor (C'mon)
And welcome drama (Yeah) with open arms and a code of honor
My whole persona equals that of gods
Defying matters laws and more before you even had a job
I'll stab and rob if I have to, fuck it I'll blast you
Tell the Devil it was Pun, if he ask you
And let him know how we be deadin' 'em, show him my emblem
The tombstone, the throne, every millennium
A child is born that can preform at a level beyond
The expected 4 minute 30 second song
We reign supreme, my team be all up in your dream
With the 'kill anything' grill, chillin' beside the guillotine
Executioner style, black suit and a smile
Who's next to get their neck hacked loose in the crowd?
Move from the aisle, don't make me have to prove that I'm wild
Word to Cuban, my crew are killers, y'all niggas shoot in the clouds
(Who's in the house?) Punisher straight from Hell
Who's in the house (Terror Squad, motherfucker, we the real)
What the deal? Now you know that's how we roll
Hardcore like B.O, bring in the chorus, baby bro
[Chorus: Big Punisher]
Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at your front door
And he wants war, holy shit!
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you
Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at your front door
And he wants war, holy shit!
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you
Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at your front door
And he wants war, holy shit!
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you
Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at your front door
And he wants war, holy shit!
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you
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