Big Pun - My Turn lyrics

Psssh it's my turn, y'knahmean?
Get this motherfuckin money y'know? Shit
Yeah I went double, y'know?
Niggas is goin' triple-five-ten platinum
Can't do what I do
This is my game, this is me
(T squaders) Y'know?

Yo it's my turn, I demand my respect
Give me my burn, or get slammed in your neck
'Cause it's my turn, I'mma reach to the top
Gimme my burn, I'mma speak with the Glock
'Cause it's my turn
Don't make me turn your wig
Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib
I'mma rhyme it right
And keep the ghetto in a trance
But when the time is right
Me and the devil gon' dance

Fuck you and yours
Make way I'm comin' through the door
And screw the law
Breakin' the rules ain't nothin' new at all
I'm true to all the shit that I done
Check the clip in my gun
Respect the clique that I'm from
Or get lift to the sun
Dunn, you just a small fry
Fuckin' with the fall guy
Big Pun, the Honorable, all rise
Sky's the limit
Nothin' less if my guys is in it
For the right price, even Christ could get it
Fast life we live it
All my memories are vivid
I remember only minutes
That's how I mentally get rid
Of all the enemies
The spirit's that definitely mimic
My every melody
And lyric which so heavenly rhythmic
In magic do I build
But math do be equally compatible
And secretively battle you to reach
My peak in equilateral
I'm from the streets deep in the
Barrio ain't no Mario Brothers
Official Bronx niggas
Quick to body yo' mother (ouch)

Yo it's my turn, I demand my respect
Give me my burn, or get slammed in your neck
'Cause it's my turn, I'mma reach to the top
Gimme my burn, I'mma speak with the Glock
'Cause it's my turn
Don't make me turn your wig
Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib
I'mma rhyme it right
And keep the ghetto in a trance
But when the time is right
Me and the devil gon' dance

Jesus H christ
How many times I gotta pay the price?
You scared of death I'll make you
Twice as afraid of life
I bring sight to the game
For every night you complained
You couldn't see the light
I was bright in your brain
Ignitin' the flame, keepin' your third lit
Speak and observe with the mind
What are blind sleep til they worth shit
I'm earth wind and fire
The first one to fire
Reppin T squad since birth 'til I retire
I wire your jaw
Wire the walls with plastique explosives
And riot the halls at the malls
Where all the crackers moms live
Keep flappin yo' gibs and I'mma
Come back with those kids
From the back of the bridge
I think two hand touch means tackle the bitch
I rap for the chips, but I'm truly assassin
Four hundred pounds, six feet tall
Brutally handsome
That's the pro, got beef with Pun
You gots to go
Mafia style, tear you a new ass-a-hole
Flash your dough
But you too cool for the captain
'Cause, I don't give a fuck
If I was quadruply platinum
And to the 50 Cent rapper, very funny
Get your nut off
'Cause in real life, you don't know
I'll blow your motherfuckin' head off
(ooh yeah)

That's my motherfuckin word, you understand?
Thought we was a fuckin' joke? Shit
Terror Squad nigga, you don't know me
You don't know my name, don't say it
You understand? Told you before I ain't
No motherfuckin' rapper understand?
Shit, I don't make no songs
About rappers I don't like
If I'mma make a song it's gon'
Be how I beat yo'
Motherfuckin ass understand? That'll be the
Name of the motherfucker
"That's Why I Had to
Beat Your Motherfuckin Ass"
Featuring Tony Sunshine
T squaders, T squaders, T squaders

And it's my turn, I demand my respect
Give me my burn, or get slammed in your neck
'Cause it's my turn, I'mma reach to the top
Gimme my burn, I'mma speak with the Glock
'Cause it's my turn
Don't make me turn your wig
Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib
I'mma rhyme it right
And keep the ghetto in a trance
But when the time is right
Me and the devil gon' dance