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

 Chorus: Big Punisher

 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'ma reach to the top
 Gimme my burn, I'ma 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'ma rhyme it right, and keep the ghetto in a trance
 But when the time is right, me and the Devil gon' dance

 [Big Punisher]
 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 click that I'm from, or get lifted and stunned
 Dunn, you just a small fry, fuckin with the fall guy
 Big Pun, The Honorable, all rise
 Sky's the limit, nuttin 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 spirits 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 bottom yo ain't no Mario Brothers
 Official Bronx niggaz, quick to body yo' mother (ouch)

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 [Big Punisher]
 Jesus H. Christ, how many times I gotta pay the price?
 You scared to 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 lid
 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 ? live
 Keep flappin yo' gibs and I'ma come back with those kids
 from the back of the bridge
 I think two and 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'ma 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

 Chorus