Song lyrics downloaded from: https://www.albumsongandlyrics.com ------------------------------------------ Big Punisher - Tres leches ------------------------------------------ Prodigy, Inspecta Deck, Big Punisher Produced By RZA (Prodigy) disperse from off this who the culprits that claim to be the newest rappin bullshit my rhymes get ruger endorsements my songs boost inter tec sales through the ceiling lets talk with guns convo til the police come give you a red shirt with a wet hat to match first max like its hamburger hill for real its red dawn when the mobb get it on my outfit stuck on some wild out shit all about it we move gambit through the overcrowded forthwith pull out long fifths, extend the clips point the nozzle and shift your back discs me and the clika sit down and eat dinner wake up every morning write a new banger to strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P or the HAVOC (Inspecta Deck) fake one take one no ultimatum face one theres no escape from straight from the green come the great one my blade swung decapitate your snake head slit your snake tongue make one false manuever you a mystery unsolved the mob that revolves automatically involved muscle bound sound surround commercial thugs rock turtle dove flowery suits and purple gloves me and you could have some fun make it a blast you couldnt take the impact with steel shoulder pads blood for blood veteran covered in mud wounded in the midst of war still tradin slugs gettin major love way above you newcomers I come thunderin with the heat of two summers when I enter the zone move mountains with the presence alone before the words rip through the microphone chrome dipped lyrics are known to split stone you private eye home in but cant seem to clone (Big Punisher) Prodigy Deck and me QB and Bronx trilogy lyrically hazardous for your wealth stealin your royalties foil your plans boil your grams take your shines fold all your hands spoil your mans makin mines take all you made call you gay on Hot 97 drop by your dwellin got the nueve right behind your melon aint no tellin when the bullets behind the trigger i do it to live niggas and pulitzer prize winners you wouldnt survive nigga if i chose you froze you from ear to ear showin your whole vocal who told you you could roll through my lyrics practically rose you from the graves like the crows do i told you a long time ago dont ever fuck me cuz if i leave you half dead consider yourself very lucky very ugly from the face up leave you laced up Joey crills props cuban links triple seis what