Parental discretion chords and lyrics - BIG PUN

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[Intro 1]
[C][Bm]
[C][Bm]
[C][Bm]
[C][B]

[Verse 1]
Ay[C]o, I'm hard to talk to,
if you live I probably fought you, stalked you
Where you walked to at night, caught
you then tried [Bm]to extort you
New [C]York niggas is trigger happy,
got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us
and I ain't goin' [B]nowhere
[C]There it is, plain and simple like Jigga
my game is mental
While slow niggas better know I blow
their brains [Bm]out they temples
[C]I'm into black magical torture
romantic dramatical author
Compatible with the
average New Yorker
A fast talker, like Tony when
he gassed Sosa
The masked enforcer
Out for the cash and the cho- cha
Smash the coca,
bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up
If I roll up, you [B]do what?
Swallow the stuff
[C]I don't give a fuck anymore,
I'm only twenty- four years old
And I've already broken [Bm]every law
[C]I'm horror core,
this is for the heads
Runnin' up in your crib,
not if you still hidin' un[Bm]der the bed

[Verse 2]
[C]Parental discretion advised,
please cover your eyes
Little kids, get out of here,
this shit[B]s is homicide
[C]Drugs and money,
this ain't no Bugs Bunny
Little girls too, this ain't for you it's for [B]the thugs,

[Verse 3]
honey
Ayo, my [C]shit's the truth,
hunnid fifty proof no question
Parent[F#]al discretion advised,
[C]keep out the eyes of the youth
It's [F#]too explicit, bulls[C]hit
I challenge the statistic[F#]s
Violence exis[C]ted before our music
was [B]even suggested
[C]Arrestin' on sight,
it's like there's no rights
That's why I rhyme so aggressive
and bring every message to [B]life
I [C]fight the power, spike the powder,
the ninety percent
Keep ten and feed Twin half for
personal reasons
The seasons change, things re- arrange,
but I stay the same
Play the game, for the wealth,
until I've made my[B]self a name
[C]So blame it all on the gangster rapper,
thanks to Joey Crack
For the chance to do it my
way like [B]Frank Sinatra
[C]I ain't a actor so it's all facts,
strictly raw rap
Totally intended for yours
dressed in all black
With the ski mask,
or the pantyhose makin' cameos
In liquor store cameras with
[Bm]the twin [C]Calico's

[Verse 4]
Parental discretion advised, please cover [C]your eyes
Little kids, get out of here,
this [B]shits is homicide
[C]Drugs and money,
this ain't no Bugs Bunny
Little girls too, this ain't for you
it's for the [B]thugs, honey
[C]Parental discretion advised,
please cover your eyes
Little kids, get out of here,
this shits is [Bm]homicide
[C]Drugs and money,
this ain't no Bugs Bunny
Little girls too, this ain't for you it's for the thugs,

[Verse 5]
honey
[C]So forget the boom, one look, you shook,
you know I'm stickin' you
Liftin' you off the ground, look down,
that's where I'm puttin' you
Look in my eyes and remember me,
how does it feel mentally
Havin' the enemy be the last
thing you ever see?
The recipe is death and I'm the chef,
fricaseein' your flesh
Be my guest,
but I ain't cleanin' [B]the mess
Me [C]and TS we testin' niggas faith,
just to see they face
Expression when destined to states,
that death [B]be in the case
[C]I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race,
by the angered face
Couldn't fight us, made a virus,
[Bm]gave us AIDS
[C]I paved the way,
'cause they ain't get me yet
Wet me or reflect me yet,
I know they comin' they just tryin to [B]let me sweat
[C]I recollect when I was just a boy,
eatin' Chips Ahoy
Wasn't allowed to raise my voice,
now [Bm]I'm makin' noise
[C]No more toys, strictly Mac's and missiles,
shorties with forties
Packin' pistols,
catchin' bodies makes you of[B]ficial
[C]So they say,
I pray there's a better way
My kids don't do as I do, they do as I say,
'cause [B]daddy don't [C]play

[Verse 6]
Parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes
[C]
Little kids, get out of here,
this shits is homicide
Drugs and money,
this ain't no Bugs Bunny
Little girls too, this ain't for you
it's for the [B]thugs, honey
[C]Parental discretion advised,
please cover your eyes
Little kids, get out of here,
this shits is [B]homicide
[C]Drugs and money,
this ain't no Bugs Bunny
Little girls too,
this ain't for you it's for the [B]thugs, [C]honey
Word [C]is bond

[Verse 7]
One thing about [C]MC's is that we
don't conceal the truth
We present real pic[C]tures about the positive
and the [B]negative (word is bond)
So don't [Bm]blame the [C]hip- hop
When your seed is learnin'
the real life from us
Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house,
parents
You don't do your job
We gon' put your children to
bed at [Bm]nine o'clock[C]
Past your bedtime
Take your ass to bed
You ain't 'posed to be hearin' this shit,
word up
Punishment motherfuckers
By the Punisher,
and Busta Rhymes, hah

[Outro 1]
Terror Squad, Flipmode Squad niggas
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