for the station I've been walking with my cross but got no immolation Come on ! Come on ! Come on ! Come on ! Come on ! Come on ! Come on ! Come on ! (
And all things to be decided When they not even once touched my hands My quote unquote followers still constantly fill the stands on the so-called seventh
walk with a strut On these New York streets like baby what Anything can happen, it usually does I'm from Staten, the Island, peep me on G-Street, Ticallion
You niggaz know you in trouble I'm more trouble if you don't know the hell you in trouble for But please, please, don't make the punisher punish ya If
I'm done with it now Maturity level that I'm at, isn't even fun for a child So set your mouse pad on the Internet, and punish my style Or set your Reeboks on
let me prepare you Now get it on the floor ma, don't mean to scare you But I'ma, punish that, then run it back 'Til the sun come up, you screamin let
One missed step can make you stumble, you set yourself up for a fall. You punish yourself for each failure, dogma beat out alcohol. When all of your
respect yourself, you need to get in check Got evicted out your pad So now the only thing to do is sell yourself until you pass out What is this world coming
to battle me for a joke. See de tick-tock? On de body clock, I put it on stop. If you wanna come and drop a lyric, there is no topic. But if you had
Blu Cantrell This has been brought to you by, Hennessey VSOP, and Cognac [beat switches] [Interlude: Solomon Childs] Yeah... uh-huh.. yeah.. come on, punish
-- flair, truth or dare Ask yourself can you compare to these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goode or he be gone, yeah The struggle goes on, you've been
s only gonna hurt you, watch yourself Ladies, I'm screaming out to you From the depths of this phallocentric tyranny My self concept is awaiting your invasion Clumsy penetration punishment
with A-K's so we blowing the trial Look it's a setup, yo Kim come on (I'm right behind you baby) Yo Kim come on (I'm right here with you man) Lord I
come Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match First max like it's Hamburger Hill for real It's Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on My outfit stuck on
me, pull me, way too far One way or another someone's gotta take The fall, you better look at yourself When you put your foot down baby You stomped down on
hairdo Yes, furthermore, let me prepare you Now get it on the floor, ma, don't mean to scare you But I'ma, punish that then run it back 'Til the sun come
of the first things we gotta switch around, of course Is Jesus Christ and him dying on the cross You're looking at the cross, surrounded in it's mystery With Jesus on
show something, with heading no bluffin On the wrong side of my tracks, I'll smash your petticoat junction In a suffering city, I'm punishing the pretty
