Leather Face Big Pun
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[Intro]
What I gotta do to let y'all niggas know
I am the nicest ever!
Hardcore, commercial
What you wanna do?
You wanna wile up, you wanna dance?
Don't matter to me, I got it all locked down baby
[Verse 1]
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Bloodstain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
Bring the pain to your door like death was knockin'
Unless you got my ends, I'ma make you twins with the Headless Horseman
Hell extortion, sell your soul, live your dreams
Don't pay the cost then, say hello to the guillotine
A killer fiends for blood, screams of thugs
Like fiends for drugs, I don't need no love
Give me your fear, money, respect, beer, honeys and sex, we're here
I'll bend them checks for years, hungry and stressed
You fuckin' with Chris - fuck Pun - dead the wrath for later
Get your calculator, the head decapitator's back forever
Can't count how many heads I had to sever
Half the niggas I keep, I put em back together
That's the terror, cut open your girl
And make a truss out her flesh, like Buffalo Bill
You fuckin' with reel to reel, rap axe maniac
Soundboy killer, hack hack chain-react
Two for one, double the death, same price
What would Big say? "Huh, you know that ain't right"
What I gotta do to let y'all niggas know
I am the nicest ever!
Hardcore, commercial
What you wanna do?
You wanna wile up, you wanna dance?
Don't matter to me, I got it all locked down baby
[Verse 1]
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Bloodstain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
Bring the pain to your door like death was knockin'
Unless you got my ends, I'ma make you twins with the Headless Horseman
Hell extortion, sell your soul, live your dreams
Don't pay the cost then, say hello to the guillotine
A killer fiends for blood, screams of thugs
Like fiends for drugs, I don't need no love
Give me your fear, money, respect, beer, honeys and sex, we're here
I'll bend them checks for years, hungry and stressed
You fuckin' with Chris - fuck Pun - dead the wrath for later
Get your calculator, the head decapitator's back forever
Can't count how many heads I had to sever
Half the niggas I keep, I put em back together
That's the terror, cut open your girl
And make a truss out her flesh, like Buffalo Bill
You fuckin' with reel to reel, rap axe maniac
Soundboy killer, hack hack chain-react
Two for one, double the death, same price
What would Big say? "Huh, you know that ain't right"
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