Chords for Big Pun capital punishment lyrics

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[Eb] So am I, you understand?
_ [Abm] _ At least for me and my people.
You dig that?
_ 21st century.
I've never seen it.
Right around the corner, baby.
I'll ask for the tape.
_ Yo, I seen child blossom,
the man some withered and turned
murderers, led astray by the lion's death
floor fires observing us, watching us
close, marking us so she's either
purchased purposely overtaxing, or earning
nervous [Abm] burning down the churches that scared
of us, rather beware the dead of trust
stores in jail, million [Eb] dollar bail
if they're the rust that's calling order, give
us all the chance to enhance, broaden, advance
to where minorities are the majority
vote a hole in my home, 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 through the
impressions, and me myself I start flipping it
for victims of deep depression, I'm stretching the
issue here, so we can cross the fiscal year
tired of getting fired and hired as
a pistol here, there's no longevity
living off negativity, fuck it I'd rather
so be for the new pizza delivery
that's how the city be, everybody getting
they clothes along, judging in death penalty
like it's his favorite fucking song, where
this bar taking my life, you know they loving
their god after government, and it's fucking
capital punishment, capital punishment
given by the government, systems
are organized to get to you and who you
running with, can't live alone, box for the
spots, tap on, soaring again, yo, for life
the rightful edge of the throne, we come from
kings and queens, people with things, gods and
earths, but what is worth, you benefit the
earth, what if it ain't worth, first it's turn
its tables, open our own labels, disable
the republicans, and reverse capital
punishment, I've seen it all up close, shit
out the movies you'd be bugging, my cousin
2g barely get juvie, lost in that turd on
the oven, he wasn't playing, blew out the flame
and started inhaling, burying the secret
too deep [Eb] to keep, more to speak for sharing
wearing the virus, acquiring the immune
deficiency, dishing his dick in every thick
promiscuous vision, the scene, [Abm] listen to
me, shit is rough in the [Abm] kettle, you bluff
blow your head off, fuck a [Eb] snuff, we bluff
let off, get off your high horse or die
off, like an extinction, more deacons are like
more deacons, the last of the poor, we can
we need some punity, fuck all the
deep, [Abm] security, dematurity, keeps me
6 feet [Eb] above obscurity, the streets are
deadly, and everybody's a desperado
I guess tomorrow we promise, unless you
I'm as in-depth, your motto, like Zorro
I'm on my territory, [Abm] we'd assemble, not
with a zebra, the biggest punishments would
I resemble, unless you're insufferent, expand
yours, for you wearing yours, a real man
can't fall, he stands tall, the man's
claws are digging in my back, I'm
trying to hit him back, time to counteract
where my niggas at, capital punishment
given by the government, systems
are organized, they get to you and who you
running with, can't live alone, watch for the
spies and tapholes, so when they can't y'all
for life, the rifle head should have flown, we cover
kings and queens, Hebrew with queens,
gossamers, for what it's worth, we benefit
to earth, what if it ain't worth, first to
turn the tables, oh and our old labels
are safer than republicans, they reverse capital
punishment, like that is punting
prospects, we hold knives, no more
treasure than gold mines, making progress
but don't want just moves to be made
crews to be sprayed, dues to be paid
man, y [Eb]'all have to do to [Abm] behave
we laid in the slums, made a cake out of crumbs
even though the government, trying to
take out our sons, Rudy Giuliani
is trying to blind me, but I see reality
who's raised with the street mentality
our strategy's wild, my battery
never died, the ghetto kept me wise
though I would never falter to the lie, it's no surprise
but do or die if you want the glamour
yeah I want the glamour, laid out with cheese
and trees in Atlanta, while Cuban smoke
down like Rondo Izzy by Havana
the hammer in the palm, never shaky
calm handlers, it's renegade, blow through
barricades like grenades, I turn
the sun to shade, then the night back to day
like the 24 hour rotation
I know the location, it's just
a little information
from the squad, bringing the terror for the now
ever, and let it rain on your fine leather _ _ _ _ _ _
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