Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo

It's hard to explain how my squad can harbor the strain
Of being the largest name in rap, since the almighty Kane
Acknowledge the fame, my call was to reign the streets
From Harlem to Queens, back to the Bronx who fathered the dream

Started this thing called rap, where I reign supreme, my team
Regardless of that, I've seen things as far as the crack
That'll make the hardest, largest artist's heart just collapse
I'm part of all that that's why it's so hard to go back

And start from scratch
I'm locked and I'm trapped, in a giant cage
Tryin to savor these few dyin' days
I have left, to the form of flesh, should I lay in my grave?

I'm tryin to persuade, my motto is, "Try to be brave"
And not give death the satisfaction of seein' me dyin' afraid
S'why I rise from the grave singin' church songs like
I was Jesus Christ pa-rum, puh puh, pum

Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at ya front door
And he wants war, holy shit
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you
Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at ya front door
And he wants war, holy shit
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you

'Til my last breath I'll have death before dishonor (c'mon)
And welcome drama with open arms and a code of honor (yeah)
My whole persona equals that of Gods
Defying matters, odds, and more before you even had a job

I'll stab and rob if I have to, fuck it I'll blast you
Tell the devil it was Pun, if he ask you
And let him know how we be deadin' 'em, show him my emblem
The tombstone, the throne, every millennium

A child is born that can preform at a level beyond
The expected four minute thirty second song
We reign supreme, my team be all up in your dream
With the, "kill anything" grill, chillin' beside the guillotine

Executioner style, black suit and a smile
Who's next to get their neck hacked loose in the crowd
Move from the aisle, don't make me have to prove that I'm wild
Word to Cuban, my crew killers, y'all niggas shoot in the clouds

(Who's in the house?) Punisher straight from hell
Who's in the house (Terror Squad motherfucker, we the real)
What the deal, now you know that's how we roll
Hard core like B.O., bring in the corns baby bro

Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at ya front door
And he wants war, holy shit
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you
Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at ya front door
And he wants war, holy shit
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you
Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at ya front door
And he wants war, holy shit
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you
Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at ya front door
And he wants war, holy shit
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Christopher Rios, J Tineo