Big Pun - You Ain't a Killer lyrics

[Big Pun - You Ain't a Killer lyrics]

The harsh realities of life have taken toll
Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me what price to
Pay to make it whole take control
I'm makin' dough but not enough to blow
JO's, they lust my flows, but ayo
I don't trust a soul
That's all I know or need to
These evil streets'll meet you
Halfway and eat
You alive tryin' to survive illegal
I'll leave you lost, mount you on a cross
Whip you like a horse
Sacrifice your life to a higher force
Then I'll stomp your corpse
It's the Bronx of course
Recognize the accent one of the last livin'
Still-in-action general assassins
Catchin' any wreck, blastin' any TEC
Smashin' any chest
Passin' any test Charles Manson in the flesh
Any last requests before you meet your maker?
Sow what you reap or wake up
Shakin' up a storm, like Anita Baker
I'll take you straight to Hell and
Fill your heart with hate
Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake
Then I lock the gate
Make no mistake, this shit as real as Joe
We follow the killer's code
When we come for you
Tell me: where will you go?
Nowhere to run, hide
I'll find you and silence your screams
And even if you kill me
I'll still be in your fuckin' dreams

You ain't a killer
You still learnin' how to walk
From New York to Cali all
The real niggas carry chalk
Mark you for death
Won't even talk that East or West crap
From Watts to LeFrak
It ain't where you're from
It's where's your gat

You've made a grave mistake
Shouldn't have come here
You changed your fate
Your brains'll make their debut on the table
When I raise the stakes
The pain is great, but only for a second
It starts strong, then lessens
Just when you restin', the Armaggedon sets in
Left him with so much stress (TS)
Blessed him with no regrets (yes)
Welcome to Hell, son, the threshold of death
Face the serpent, I blaze your person
You get laced for certain
Leavin' Jakes no trace to work from
Close the case like curtains
I'm hurtin' heads severely
Really tryin' to bring the pain
There's nothin' more satisfyin'
Than when you cryin', screamin' my name
It's not a game, it's Purple Rain
Floods of bloodstains
Big Pun's my thug's name
Bustin' my guns, that's my love thang
I'll slit your jug' vein and
Snatch your Adam's Apple
John Madden tackle your corpse
To hoist it on a cross at the tabernacle
That'll have to hurt
I'll work your body 'til it burst
Then curse tu vida like a Brujería verse
I'm worse than anything you ever been through
Sick in the head and mental
Essentially meant to be the
Sole threat against you
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan
When I'm the rhymin' abomination

You ain't a killer
You still learnin' how to walk
From New York to Cali all
The real niggas carry chalk
Mark you for death
Won't even talk that East or West crap
From Watts to LeFrak
It ain't where you're from
It's where's your gat you ain't a killer
You still learnin' how to walk
From New York to Cali all
The real niggas carry chalk
Mark you for death
Won't even talk that East or West crap
From Watts to LeFrak
It ain't where you're from
It's where's your gat

It's hard to analyze which guys
Are spies be advised, people
We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes
Chico
We read 'em and see 'em for what they are
D's in undercover cars
Takin' my picture like I'm a fuckin' star
I'm up to par, my game is in a smash
With half a million in the stash
Passport with the gats, first name and last
Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
Give me the mini-shottie
I'll body a nigga for a penny probably
I'm obligated to anything
If it's crime-related if it shine
I'll take it still in my prime
And I finally made it
I hate the fact that I'm the last edition
Properly a stats magician
Could've went to college and
Been a mathematician
Bad decisions kept me out the game
Now I'm strictly out for cream
Doin' things to fiends I
Doubt you'll ever dream
My team's the meanest thing you ever seen
Measured by the Heaven's kings
Down to the Devil's mezzanine
I've never screamed so loud
I'm proud to be alive
Most heads die by 25 or
Catch a quick three-to-five
So be advised: the street's full of surprises
It's not what crew's the livest
One that survive, it's who's the wisest

You ain't a killer
You still learnin' how to walk
From New York to Cali all
The real niggas carry chalk
Mark you for death
Won't even talk that East or West crap
From Watts to LeFrak
It ain't where you're from
It's where's your gat you ain't a killer
You still learnin' how to walk
From New York to Cali all
The real niggas carry chalk
Mark you for death
Won't even talk that East or West crap
From Watts to LeFrak
It ain't where you're from
It's where's your gat you ain't a killer

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