Текст песни Beware - Big Pun

I gave you fair warning, beware
I gave you fair warning, beware

What you thought, punk? Shit was sweet, now you can't sleep
Gotta keep your eyes open wide
And hide your face from the streets
I'm like the beast with a warrant, far from a law man
Gave you fair warnin', now you on the stairs swallin'
I'm callin' out any rapper that I doubt, smack him in the mouth
Throw him in the yoke—boom—then I knock him out
No doubt, Freddie Foxxx files
Twenty-shot auto Glock, blaow, Benny Blanc Puerto Rock style
With a twist of black and I'm proud, twist your cap and I'm out
Sleep with the fish-dips for yappin' too loud
What's happening now?
Niggas is hard as hell, but they Gargamels
Picking on the smallest victim gives them heart to kill
My squad is real and holds it down, the hardest regardless
Besides of the largest
We polish the floor with the rawest hardcore artists
Flawless victory, and niggas can't do shit to me
Physically, lyrically, hypothetically, realistically
I'm the epitome of catching wreck
Catch you when you cash your check
Smash you when you pass, then jack you for your fucking 'Lex
Nothing less than the best if the Squad did it
Hard-headed niggas better beware and fear like God said it

I gave you fair warning, beware
I gave you fair warning, beware

Ayo, I warned you, now all niggas could do is mourn you
I'm born to kill and still thrilled, I put it on you
There's no regrets, remorse only results in loneliness
Only the strong survive and strive through life as warriors
All of us die, some of us killed, even massacred
Who wanna try? Punisher will if you ask for it
I'm hazardous for your health and Hell's your next stop
For real my shit's cocked, the world has just stopped
I'm not the one you should be underestimatin'
Come test your fate and I guarantee I'll be under investigation
You can't handle the whole, I'll slam you on your skull
Or we can go blow for blow like Evander and Bowe
You never know, however though, I still hold the title
When all my rivals have chance to dance with Mr. Homicidal
Hand on the Bible, I swear to defend my crown
I've been around since forever
And never let it touch the ground
Don't fuck around and catch a rude awakenin'
My crew's basically waiting patiently
For you to move your patrons in
Then we'll surround you, form Desert Storm and pound you
Look around you, Terror Squad's everywhere, like Soundview
The Boogie Down do it like nobody, who are we?
The foundation, you're facin' a whole army

I gave you fair warning, beware
I gave you fair warning, beware

Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's up now, partner?
Know I'm sayin'? Think this just some rap shit?
We do this shit for real, Terror Squad, nigga
Fucking shoot the place up
Motherfucker know the time
This motherfucking rap game
Joe Crack, Big Dog Punisher, Full-A-Clips crew
The fuck, what, beware, beware, beware