It's mine, it's all mine you understand?  Just me and my peoples.  Can you dig
 that?  21st century, but I never see it.  Bottom of the corner, baby.  Ours
 for the taking.

 Verse one: Big Pun

 Yo; I've seen child blastin a man, some with them are turning to murderers
 Let us stray by the liars' death clause, fires observing us
 Watching us close, marking our toast ??? is purposely overtaxing the earnings
 Nervous, burning down the churches
 They're scared of us rather beware than dare to trust
 Always in jail, million dollar bail, left there to rust
 Lets call in order, give ourselves  a chance to enhance, broader
 Advance where the minorities are the majority voter
 Holding my own, I'm living alone in this cold world
 My sister just bought a home without a loan, you know 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 stressing the issue here, so we can cross the fiscal year
 Tired of getting fired and hired as a pistol-eer
 There's no longevity living 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 its his favorite fucking song
 Word is bond, taking my life you know they lovin it
 Got off the government and its fuckin capital punishment

 Chorus: Prospect

 Capital punishment, given by the government
 Systems they organized they get to you and who you running with
 Can't live alone, lets spread our spots and tap phones
 So when they came, yo, for life, the rifle ?hit in they zone?
 We came from kings in Queens, people with dreams
 Gods and herbs, for what its worth
 We gonna fit the Earth with infinite worth
 First its turning tables, open our own labels
 They say vote the Republicans, they reverse capital punishment

 Verse two: Big Pun

 I've seen it all up close, shit without the movies you'd be buggin
 My cousin Juju, 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 streets for sharin
 Wearing the virus, Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome
 Is dickin every thick premiscuous ?? seed
 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 Mohicans (Mohicans)
 We need some unity for all the deep security
 The maturity, keeps me six feet, above obscurity
 The streets are deadly and everybody's a desperado
 I guess the motto we promise to let you ??? 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 trying to hit him back
 Time to counteract, where my niggaz at?

 Chorus

 Verse three: Prospect

 You like that, It's Pun and Prospect
 We hold nines, own more treasure than goldmines, making progress
 With Don Juan's, there's rules to be made, crews to be sprayed
 Dues to be payed, nothing y'all can do to behave
 We laid in the slums, made a cake out of crumbs
 Eventhough the government, trying to take out our sons
 Rudy Gulliani trying to blind me, but I see reality
 Was raised with this street mentallity
 My strategies wide, my battery never die
 The ghetto kept me wise, so I would never fall to the lies
 Its not surprise, but to or die if you want the glamour
 Yeah, I want the glamour, laid up with cheese and trees in Atlanta
 My Cubans smoked out like Ronald Eisley with Havanas
 The hammer hit em in the palm, never shaky, calm 'halers
 This renegade blow throught barracades like grenades
 I turn the sun to shade, then the night back to day
 Like the twenty-four hour rotation
 I know the location, its just a little in-for-mation
 Here come the Squad, bringing the Terror for the nine-era
 And let it rain on your fine leather, nigga, what?

 *beat to fade