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Originally posted by Justice View Post
Only the real motherfuckas know about this
Not Spice One's best track, but its still a dope one. I remember when his 1st album came out. Shits still dope today.
This one is in my top 3 Spice 1 tracks
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Throw it All Away
Runners
Love Is A Funny Thing
What I Need
Are the standout tracks on here IMO
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0:00 - The Factory [prod. Twiz The Beat Pro]
2:58 - Throw It All Away [prod. Alchemist]
5:55 - Powder Cocaine (feat. Slug & Catero) [prod. Alchemist]
8:52 - Jim Dean [prod. Nottz]
12:55 - Weather or Not [prod. Babu]
16:59 - Moving Too Fast (feat. Catero) [prod. Evidence]
18:32 - Runners (faet. Defari) [prod. Evidence]
21:59 - Bad Publicity (feat. Krondon) [prod. Nottz]
26:18 - Rain Drops [prod. Twiz The Beat Pro]
29:32 - Sell Me This Pen (feat. Alchemist & Mach Hommy) [prod. Alchemist]
33:26 - Love Is a Funny Thing (feat. Styles P, Rapsody & Khrysis) [prod. Alchemist]
38:12 - 10,000 Hours [prod. DJ Premier]
41:04 - What I Need [prod. Evidence]
44:58 - To Make a Long Story Longer (feat. Jonwayne) [prod. Samiyam]
49:11 - Wonderful World (feat. Rakaa) [prod. Budgie]
52:46 - Be My Side Too [prod. Budgie]
Dope video, simplistic as it can get but it fits thematically.
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Yo, yo, yo, yo...
Yo, yo, yo, yo...
Yo, yo...
It's hard to explain how my squad can harbor the strain
Of being the largest name in rap, since the almighty Kane
Acknowledge the fame, my college terrain was the rugged streets
From Harlem to Queens, back to the Bronx who fathered the dream
Started this thing called rap, where I reign supreme, my team
Regardless of that, I've seen things as far as the crack
That'll make the hardest largest artist heart just collapse
I'm part of all that that's why it's so hard to go back
And start from scratch I'm locked and I'm trapped, in a giant cage
Tryin to savor these few dyin days I have left, to the form of flesh;
should I lie in my grave I'm tryin to persuade my mind to try to be brave
And not givin death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid
That why I rise from the grave singin church songs like I was Je-sus Christ pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
[Hook: Big Punisher] Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at ya front door And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar, holy shit!
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at ya front door And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar, holy shit!
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you
'Til my last breath
I'll have death before dishonor (c'mon)
And welcome drama (yeah) with open arms and a code of honor
My whole persona equals that of Gods
Definin' matters hard all before you even had a job
I'll stab and rob if I have to, fuck it I'll blast you
Tell the devil it was Pun, if he ask you
And let him know how we be deadin 'em, show him my emblem
The tombstone, the throne, every millennium
A child is born that can preform at a level beyond
The expected four minute thirty second song
We reign supreme, my team be all up in your dream
With the "kill anything" grill, chillin' beside the guillotine
Executioner style, black suit and a smile
Who's next to get their neck hacked loose in the crowd
Move from the aisle, don't make me have to prove that I'm wild
Word to Cuban, my crew killers, y'all niggas shoot in the clouds
(Who's in the house?) Punisher straight from hell Who's in the house
(Terror Squad motherfucker we the real)
What the deal, now you know that's how we roll
Hard core like opening chorus baby bro
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Started off with runnin' from coppers
Duck and hide from helicopters
We open fire, who can stop us?
Livin' the life of trife juveniles, hopin' for Rikers
Gettin' 25 to life if the judge don't like us
In my clearest pictures, I see authorities itchin' to get us
ATF state Feds, scandalous bitches
How was it promised to us, wasn't bitter or sweet
See, if a nigga don't hustle, then the nigga don't eat
On these streets, livin' do or die, circle complete
Repetitive motions of felons in a rush for G's
Please understand my history, a man of many acts
Livin' Thug Life, comin' equipped with plenty gats
Maybe I was just a lost soul, trapped in time
Livin' in between life, in the cracks, but blind
Even though we have hope for dreams that never came
Yet still we all feel pain
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