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  • I like modding because it gives me the illusion I have control.

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    • I like modding because it gives me the illusion I have control.

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      • YO I love that Bobbi Humphrey sample in the beginning, shit sounds sooo smooth slowed down
        I like modding because it gives me the illusion I have control.

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        • I like modding because it gives me the illusion I have control.

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          • I like modding because it gives me the illusion I have control.

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            • I like modding because it gives me the illusion I have control.

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              • When it rains it pours
                The more the doors lift up the more the feds won't give up
                Watchin' my every move the treasure chest is my pickup
                A nigga with a gun and the Juice I am Bishop
                Tryin' throw a studder in my step like a hiccup
                Niggas on the corner testing me like a piss cup
                My piss ain't dirty hope they know that my gun is
                Child out of place I won't hesitate to punish
                I ain't gonna talk to Russ the way Run is
                Powder in my past reminisce on the tonnage
                Add in the present and call it the second coming
                I apologize for the destructive decay
                That was brought upon by my Liberace key play
                Twist metaphors to avoid sounding cliche
                Nancy Reagan dead Ronald put it in the PJ's
                80's baby when the mayhem was born...
                I weather Rainy Dayz like I was made for the storm!
                I like modding because it gives me the illusion I have control.

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                • Lute


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                  • Dizzy back when he was like 20

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                    • Clutchy Hopkins- Alla Oscar

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                      • Esham- Comerica


                        Qwel & Maker- Broken Wing


                        Diabolic- Right Here

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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
                          I like modding because it gives me the illusion I have control.

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                          • I like modding because it gives me the illusion I have control.

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                            • I like modding because it gives me the illusion I have control.

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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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