Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Punisher
Vocals
Ju-Ju (Beatnuts)
Programming
Mobb Deep
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Rios
Songwriter
Jerry Tineo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ju-Ju (Beatnuts)
Producer
Paul Gregory
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Conway
Mixing Engineer
Nikos Teneketzis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ken "Duro" Ifil
Recording Engineer
Leon Zervos
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I gave you fair warning, beware
I gave you fair warning, beware
Yo, what you thought, Pun's shit was weak?
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, fallin'
I'm callin' out any rapper that I doubt
Smack him in the mouth, throw him in the yoke, kaboom, 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 the brown
Twist your cap and I'm out
Sleep with the fish-dips for yappin' too loud
What's happenin' now?
**** is hard as hell, but they Gargamels
Pickin' on the smallest victim gives 'em heart to kill
My squad is real and holds it down the hardest regardless
The size of the largest, we polish the floor with the rawest hardcore artists
Flawless victory, y'all **** can't do shit to me
Physically, lyrically, hypothetically, realistically
I'm the epitome of catchin' wreck
Catch you when you cash your check
Smash you when you pass, then jack you for your fuckin' 'Lex
Nothin' less than the best if the Squad did it
Hard-headed **** better beware and fear like God said it
I gave you fair warning, beware
I gave you fair warning, beware
I gave you fair warning, beware
I gave you fair warning, beware
Aye yo, I warned you, now all **** can 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 kill, 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
And owe my rivals a 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 waitin' 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 facin' a whole army
I gave you fair warning, beware
I gave you fair warning, beware
Written by: Christopher Rios, Jerry Tineo