Big Pun, Prospectt - Capital Punishment lyrics

It's mine, it's all mine you understand
At least me and my peoples can you dig that?
21st century, thought I'd never see it
Right around the corner, baby
Ours for the takin' yo

I've seen child blossom to man
Some withered and turned to murderers
Led astray by the liars
Death glorifiers observin' us
Watching us close, marking the toast
Easy to purchase
Purposely overtaxin' the earnings
Nervous, burnin' down the churches
They're scared of us
Rather beware than dare to trust
Throw us in jail, million dollar bail
Left there to rust let's call in order
Give ourselves a chance to enhance broader
Advance to where minorities are
The majority voter holdin' my own
I'm livin' alone in this cold world
My sister just bought a home without a loan
You go girl she's an exception
Some people can leap to the impression
See, me myself, i start flippin' and fall
Victim to deep depression
I'm stressin' the issue here
So we can gross the fiscal year
Tired of gettin' fired and
Hired as a pistol-eer
There's no longevity livin' off negativity
Fuck it
I'd rather sell reefer than do pizza delivery
That's how the city be
Everybody gettin' they hustle on
Judge singin' death penalty like it's
His favorite fuckin' song word is bond
Takin' my life you know they lovin' it
God, F the government and
It's fuckin' capital punishment

Capital punishment, given by the government
System so organized they get to you
And who you runnin' with can't live alone
Watch for the spies and tapped phones
Totin' the llello for life
The rightful heir to the throne
We come from Kings and
Queens, people with dreams, gods and Earths
For what it's worth
We benefit the Earth with infinite worth
First it's turnin' tables
Open our own labels disable the Republicans
Then reverse capital punishment

I've seen it all up close
Shit out the movies you'd be buggin'
My cousin Chuchi, barely a juve'
Lost it and turned on the oven
He wasn't playin'
Blew out the flame and started inhalin'
Baring a secret too deep to keep
On the street for sharin'
Wearin' the virus, Acquired Immune Deficiency
Dishin' his dick in every thick
Promiscuous fish in the sea
Listen to me, shit is rough in the ghetto
You bluff, blow your head off, fuck a snuff
We bust lead off get off your high horse or
Die off like an extinction
Boriquans are like Mohicans
The Last of the Po'Ricans
We need some unity
Fuck all the Jeeps and jewelry
The maturity, keeps me six feet
Above obscurity the streets are deadly and
Everybody's a desperado
I guess tomorrow ain't promised unless you're
Amish and death's your motto
Like Zorro, I mark my territory with a symbol
Not with a Z, but a P
'cause Punishment's what I resemble
I lend you this if it expands yours
For you and yours
A real man can't fall, he stands tall
The Man's claws are diggin' in my back
I'm tryin' to hit him back
Time to counteract, where my niggas at?

Capital punishment, given by the government
System so organized they get to you
And who you runnin' with can't live alone
Watch for the spies and tapped phones
Totin' the llello for life the
Rightful heir to the throne
We come from Kings and Queens
People with dreams gods and Earths
For what it's worth
We benefit the Earth with infinite worth
First it's turnin' tables
Open our own labels disable the Republicans
Then reverse capital punishment

You like that, it's Pun and Prospect
We hold nines, own more
Treasure than gold mines, makin' progress
With Don Juan's, there's rules to be made
Crews to be sprayed dues to be paid
Nothin' y'all can do to behave
We laid in the slums
Made a cake out of crumbs
Even though the government
Tryin' to take out our sons
Rudy Gulliani trying to blind me
But I see reality
Was raised with the street mentality
My strategy's why my battery never die
The ghetto kept me wise
So I would never fall to the lies
It's no surprise
But do or die if you want the glamour
Yeah, I want the glamour
Laid up with cheese and trees in Atlanta
While Cuban's smoked out like
Ronald Isley with Havanas
The hammer in the palm, never shaky
Calm handlers this renegade blow through
Barricades like grenades
I turn the sun to shade
Then the night back to day
Like the twenty-four hour rotation
I know the location
It's just a little in-for mation
From the Squad
Bringing the Terror for the nine-era
And let it rain on your fine leather, nigga
What?