Al West - My Turn lyrics

[Big Punisher] Uhh.. psssh.. it's my turn, y'knahmean? Get this motherf**in money y'know? sh**.. Yeah I went double, y'know? n***as 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'mma reach to the top Gimme my burn, I'mma 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'mma rhyme it right, and keep the ghetto in a trance But when the time is right, me and the Devil gon' dance [Big Punisher] f** 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 sh** that I done, check the clip in my gun Respect the clique that I'm from, or get lifted and stunned Dunn, you just a small fry, f**in with the fall guy Big Pun, the Honorable, all rise Sky's the limit, nothin' 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 barrio ain't no Mario Brothers Official Bronx n***as, quick to body yo' mother (ouch) Chorus [Big Punisher] Jesus H. Christ, how many times I gotta pay the price? You scared of d**h 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 lit Speak and observe with the mind What are blind sleep til they worth sh** 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'mma come back with those kids From the back of the bridge I think two and touch means tackle the b**h I rap for the chips, but I'm truly a**a**in 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 a**-a-hole Flash your dough, but you too cool for the captain Cause I don't give a f** 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 motherf**in head off (ooh yeah) That's my motherf**in word, you understand? Thought we was a f**in joke? sh** Terror Squad n***a, you don't know me You don't know my name, don't say it, you understand? Told you before I ain't no motherf**in rapper understand? sh**, I don't make no songs about rappers I don't like If I'mma make a song It's gon' be how I beat yo' motherf**in a** understand? That'll be the name of the motherf**er "That's Why I Had to Beat Your Motherf**in Ass" Featuring Tony Sunshine T. Squaders, T. Squaders, T. Squaders Chorus