cries for sight no more When we met, I was sure out to lunch Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch Sweet as the punch Sweet as the punch Sweet
to play hockey, have kids and grow old Fighters for Texaco, fighters for Power Fighters for longer turns in the shower Don't tell me I can't fight 'cause I'll punch
pictures through windows. for mere pennies on the dollar trading lives for pocket change sit back fill out the punch-card tell your kids to do the same
the girl who'll pick up where I leave off She's already smoothing her hands for the pictures I've seen her sorting through my memories What's sweet
hits, displays the shit A razor gets parlayed amidst And later splits a feeling that I made ya hit, a really phat I gave to kids When I punched em I
I am not a human being Uhh, pussy footing like shit Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch Yeah, kush and the blunts I ride through your block see
flyin' in Crib in Africa with two lions Somethin' like the Prince of a jewel thief, so smack the millions Came back wrapped it up, too sweet The game
for my dog niggas that eat cats for lunch Im hungry like I aint trapped in months So nigga actin stunt my glock packed a punch Or have em catch em when
I sneakfully snuck up from behind and got you From over there in them bushes, I chilled and watched you Dancin all dolly as you pussy for them folly I knock you out wit one punch
sweet as the punch Sweet as the punch (sweet as the punch) Sweet as the punch (sweet as the punch) Sweet as the punch (sweet as the punch) Sweet as the punch (sweet
horse shit I torture kids, the contortionist Bless the less fortunate House so many crabs, they mistake my rest for an orphanage To pull a burner on us
hop to the next park and try to block shots On the ball court, I'm not of this element Went to the zoo when I was 3, not for the elephants Just for the
on the street We ain't getting any younger Tomorrow night we'll be that much older Some kids are growing awkward And some kids are going off We're fingering the punch
battle yourself Cause expelling my name from your lungs is bad for your health I've amassed a wealth of trophies from kids who provoked me Even Jamaican kids
the hits, displays the shit a razor gets parlayed amidst and later splits a feeling that I made ya hit, a really phat I gave to kids when I punched em
rock sweetness, I know you gotta play house And I ain't tryna' interfere with ya home You need to keep it cool with that dude, you hear me? For the little
up Slugs missed ya - we ain't mad at ya! (ain't mad at ya!) - Lucky duck! We can go hole for hole or cut for cut (yeah!) It won't be the first time, y
Khan was XL excederin verbal medicine sealed for tamperin Consider me the Master P of God like Kirk Frank-lin Shoot 'em shank 'em and burn they skin Blast for
