BIG PUN – YOU AIN’T A KILLER

Lyrics

Verse 1:
The harsh realities of life is takin' toll
For even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me the price to pay to make it home
Take control, I'm makin' doe, but not enough to blow
J O's, they lust my flows, but A-yo
I don't trust a soul, I know I need to
These evil streets will meet you
Halfway than eat you, alive
Tryin' to survive illegal, I leave you lost
Bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse
Sacrifice your life to a higher force
Than I stomp your corpse, it's the Bronx of course
Recognize the accent, one of the last livin' still in action
General assassin', catchin' an erect, blastin' any tech
Smashin' any chest, passin' any test
Charles Manson in the flesh, any last requests
Before ya meet your maker, so would your reaper wake up
Shakin' up a storm, like Anita Baker
I'll take ya straight to hell and fill your heart with hate,
Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake
Than I lock the gate, make no mistake
The Shit Is Real as Joe, we follow the killers code
One be comin' for you, tell me, where do you go?
Nowhere to run, hide or find you
In silence you scream and even if you kill me
I'll still be in your fuckin' dreams
Hook:
You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
Fool watch the Lefrak, It ain't where you're from it's where's your gat
Verse 2:
You made a grave mistake, shouldn't of come here
You changed your fate, your brains will make a debut on the table
When I raise the stakes, the pain is great
But only for a second, is starts strong your lesson
Just when your restin'
The Armaggedon set in, left him with so much stress (B.S.)
Left him with no regrets (yes)
Welcome to hell son, the threshold of death
Face the serpent, I blaze your person
You get laced for certain
Even Jakes don't trace the work
So close the curtain, I'm hurtin', head severely
Really tryin' to bring the pain
There's nothing more satisfying then when you cryin' screamin' my name
It's not a game, it's Purple Rain
Floods and blood stains, Big Puns my thugs name
Bustin' my gun, that's my love thang
Slit the jug vein, snatch your Adam's apple
John Madden tackle your corpse
Then hoist it on the cross at the Tabernackle
That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body till it burst
Then curse through vida, like a brujeria verse,
I'm worse than anything you ever been through
Sick in the head and mental, essentially meant to be the sould threat in mental
When you awaken, your manhood will be taken
Fakin like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination
Hook (X2)
Verse 3:
It's hard to analize, which guys is spies
Be advised people, we recognized who lies
It's all in the eyes chico
We read 'em and see 'em for what they are
Thieves in undercover cars, takin' my picture like I'm a fuckin' star
I'm up to par, my game is in a smash
Stash a million in the stash
Passport with the gas , first name and last
Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
Give me the mini shottie, I body a nigga for a penny probably
Im obligated to anything, if it's crime related
If it shine I'll take it, sill in my prime and I finally made it
I hate the fact that I'm the last addition
Probably a stash magician, could of went to college and been a mathematician
Bad decisions kept me out the game
Now I'm strickly out for cream, doin' things to fiends
I doubt you'll ever dream, my teams the meanest thing you ever seen
Measured by the heavens Kings, down to the devils mezzanine
I never scream so loud, I'm proud to be alive
Most heads died by 25, or catch a quick 3 to 5
So be advised, the streets is full of surprises
It's not what crews the livest, when the survivors who's the wisest
Hook (X2)

Paroles (Traduction)

Couplet 1 :
Les dures réalités de la vie me coûtent cher
Même Jésus-Christ a abandonné mon âme
S'il te plaît, dis-moi le prix à payer pour rentrer chez moi
Prends le contrôle, je gagne de l'argent, mais pas assez pour tout dépenser
Les J O's, ils convoitent mes flows, mais hé
Je ne fais confiance à personne, je sais que j'en ai besoin
Ces rues malveillantes te rencontreront
À mi-chemin pour te dévorer, vivant
Essayant de survivre illégalement, je te laisse perdu
Te faire rebondir sur la croix, te déchirer comme un cheval
Sacrifier ta vie à une force supérieure
Puis je piétine ton cadavre, c'est le Bronx bien sûr
Reconnais l'accent, l'un des derniers encore en action
Assassin général, attrapant une érection, tirant avec n'importe quelle arme
Détruisant toute poitrine, réussissant tout test
Charles Manson en chair et en os, des dernières requêtes
Avant de rencontrer ton créateur, alors que ton faucheur se réveille
Secouant une tempête, comme Anita Baker
Je t'emmènerai droit en enfer et remplirai ton cœur de haine,
Incarcérer ton destin dans le lac de feu de Satan
Puis je ferme la porte, ne fais pas d'erreur
La merde est réelle comme Joe, nous suivons le code des tueurs
L'un vient pour toi, dis-moi, où vas-tu ?
Nulle part où courir, te cacher ou te trouver
En silence tu cries et même si tu me tues
Je serai toujours dans tes putains de rêves
Refrain :
Tu n'es pas un tueur, tu apprends encore à marcher
De New York à Cali, tous les vrais négros portent du craie
Te marquer pour la mort, ne parlons même pas de cette connerie d'Est et d'Ouest
Idiot, regarde le Lefrak, ce n'est pas d'où tu viens

Thématique Le rappeur s'adresse à ses ennemis en les mettant en garde.

Style Rap

Keywords New York, Rap

Entités normées Big Pun, Fat Joe