[Verse 2: Big Pun]
Aiyyo, 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,✦ spike the powder✦ — the 90 percent
Keep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasons✦
The seasons✦ change, things rearrange but I stay the same
I played 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✦ uncensored for y'all dressed in all-black
With the ski mask or the pantyhose
Makin'✦ cameos in liquor✦ store cameras with the twin Calicos
[Chorus x2: Busta Rhymes]
Parental✦ discretion✦ advised!✦ Cover✦ your eyes!
Little kids — get outta✦ here! This shit 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!✦
[Verse 3: Big Pun]
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 fricassée'ing your flesh
Be my guest, but I ain't cleanin' the mess
Me and T.S. be testin'✦ niggas'✦ faiths just to see their face
Expression,✦ we guest in the States✦ to death, beatin'✦ the case
I'm in a state of grace, in a hated✦ race by the angered face
Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS
I paved✦ the way 'cause they ain't get me yet, wet me or affect me yet
I know they comin',✦ they just tryna✦ let me sweat
I recollect 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✦ MACs and missiles
Shorties with 40's packin'✦ pistols
Catchin' bodies✦ makes✦ you official
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
[Chorus x2: Busta Rhymes]
Parental✦ discretion✦ advised!✦ Cover✦ your eyes!
Little kids — get outta✦ here! This shit 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!✦
[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
Word is bond
One thing about✦ MCs 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 9 o'clock, past your bedtime
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, niggas!✦