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​Capital Punishment

This song is by Big Pun, features Prospect and appears on the album Capital Punishment (1998).

(Big Pun)
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
Throw us 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 pistolier
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 it's 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, watch for the spots and tapped phones
Totin the K, yo, for life, the rifle heir to the throne
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 don't vote the Republicans, then 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 fish in the sea,
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
Boricuans are like Mohicans, The Last of the Po-Ricans,
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 tomorrow ain't promised unless you Amish and death's 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?

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 paid, nothing y'all can do to behave
We laid in the slums, made a cake out of crumbs
Even though the government, trying to take out our sons
Rudy Giuliani trying to blind me, but I see reality
Was raised with this street mentality
My strategies wide, my battery never die
The ghetto kept me wise, so I would never fall to the lies
Its no 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 Isley with Havanas
The hammer hit 'em in the palm, never shaky, calm 'halers
This renegade blow through barricades 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-fo-mation
Here come the Squad, bringing the Terror for the nine-era
And let it rain on your fine leather, nigga, what?