Christopher Lee Rios (November 9, 1971 - February 7, 2000), better known as Big Pun or Big Punisher, was a Puerto Rican American rapper who emerged from the underground rap scene in The Bronx in the late 1990s. He first appeared on albums from The Beatnuts on the track "Off the Books" and on Fat Joe's second album in 1995, Jealous One's Envy, on the track "Watch Out", prior to signing to Loud Records as a solo artist. Big Pun's career was cut short in 2000 at age 28 by a fatal heart attack due to his obesity. He is survived by a wife, Liza Rios, and three children. Big Pun was the first solo Latino rapper to sell over one million LPs. His first stage name was Big Moon Dawg. His name comes from the Marvel comic book anti-hero The Punisher.
Born in the Bronx during the early years of hip-hop, Christopher Rios grew up in an athletic tradition, enjoying basketball, boxing, and other sports. At the age of five, he broke his leg in a Manhattan municipal park, which would later (after several minimum wage jobs in New York and Miami, where he briefly relocated) net him a settlement from the city, to the tune of $500,000. At the age of 15, Pun dropped out of Stevenson High School. Sometime during the '80s, Rios began to write rap lyrics, forming the Full A Clips Crew with Triple Seis, Cuban Link, and Prospect. After meeting fellow Puerto Rican and Bronx rapper Fat Joe, in 1995, Pun became increasingly associated with him, making his commercial debut on Fat Joe's second album, Jealous Ones Envy (J.O.E.).
After an advertising blitz, "I'm Not a Player" (featuring an O'Jays sample) was an underground hit. The song's remix, "Still Not a Player" (featuring Joe), became Big Pun's first major mainstream hit. His full-length debut, Capital Punishment, followed in 1998, and was the first album by a Latino rapper (and a Latino solo artist) to go platinum. Around this time, Big Pun became a member of The Terror Squad, a New-York-based group of Latino rappers founded by Fat Joe, with most of the roster supplied by the now-defunct Full A Clips Crew.
Big Pun was also a member of the Digging in the Crates Crew, alongside Fat Joe and various New York hip-hop legends such as Diamond D, Lord Finesse, Big L, and O.C.
Due to issues with his broken leg and drug abuse, Pun's health declined during these years. The once-athletic man struggled with overeating problems and weight issues for several years, his weight bounding between 450 and 700 pounds (200 and 300 kg). Though he checked into a North Carolina weight loss clinic and lost 80 pounds (35 kg), the final effort was not enough to save Pun's health. At the age of 28, on February 7, 2000, Big Pun died of a heart attack at 700 lbs. (300 kg).
Big Pun's second album, Yeeeah Baby, was already scheduled to be released at the time of his death, and was issued in March 2000. A second posthumous album, Endangered Species, was released in 2001, a collection of "greatest hits," new material, guest appearances, and remixed "greatest verses."
Pun's supporters generally praise him for his complex rhyme schemes, intricate wordplay, ability to stay on-beat, and relentless flow and breath control (despite his immense size, which would generally render his complex phrasing too difficult).
Twinz
Big Punisher Lyrics
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I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready; meet me at Vito's
With Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurping spaghetti
Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack, buck em all
If they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
That we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I'll take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the Fat One that you love to hate, catch you at your mother's wake
Smack you then I wack you with my snub trey-eight
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
Like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity filling
Insanity's building up pavilion in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing
A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss
Forever and take all the cheddar like child support
I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves
My brother from another mother sent from the above
A thug nigga just like me, one of the best might be
Even better leaving niggas kneeling on they right knee
Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
You small change, I'm blowing out your brains getting richer
Hit you with the Mac (Mac), smack your bitch, nigga what?
You getting stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck!
Trunk jewels (jewels), cruising in the Land, pumping 'Cash Rules'
Last crew to want it caught a hundred trying to pass through
That's true, so who the next to get it?
TS is the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it)
And it's
Here, and you don't stop!
Twenty shot Glock with the cop killer fill em to the top
Yeah, and you don't stop!
Joey Crack's the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
Yeah, and you don't stop!
We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot
Yeah, and you don't stop!
It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop!
Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt
Take em feet first through the morgue, then launch 'em in the T-bird
The street's cursed, the first amendment's culturally biased
Supposed to supply us with rights, tonight I hold my rosary
Tight as I can, I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl
Black Pearl Athena mas fina, but keeps it real
You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it
Peep it it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it
Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena
Kicking ass as I blast off heat, and
You never see me talk to police, so
You should know that I really don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right there
So beware it's rare that niggas want beef, Big Pun speak
And let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets
Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion, Puerto Ricans
Known for slashing catching niggas while they sleeping, no relaxing
Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
Three Tecs-es in the Jeep Lexus just in case police ask us
Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars
Fill the clips off, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers
Better acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and shot down
Heather B couldn't make me put my Glock Down
We lock towns like rounds in the chamber
Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine
Every time plus I'm the crime boss of New York
When we talk to walk the walk all my niggas carry chalk
And stalk, I prey like The Predator, whoever want it
Go and get it set it baby and I'ma bury you
So remember the Squad that I'm repping
I pull a clip for my weapon and Punish niggas till it's Armageddon
The song "Twinz (Deep Cover 98)" by Big Punisher is a hardcore gangsta rap song that features him and his fellow rapper Fat Joe exchanging verses about their violent lives in the streets. The lyrics open with a depiction of a hypothetical attack, as the rappers consider how to retaliate against corrupt policemen who have wronged them. The singer encourages his partner to join him in his Hummer, so that they can carry out a hit on a gangster eating at a restaurant. The rappers shoot up the place, killing everyone present, including an innocent bystander. The rest of the lyrics are dominated by threats, boasts, and violent descriptions of life in the ghetto, as the two rappers brag about their prowess with firearms, their willingness to take lives, and their decadent lifestyle.
The song's lyrics have been both praised and criticized for their raw honesty and unabashed glorification of gang violence. Some have argued that the song is a commentary on the harsh realities of life in the inner city, while others have accused the rappers of perpetuating a culture of violence and aggression. The song's use of violent imagery and explicit language has made it a controversial topic in the discussion of hip-hop culture.
Line by Line Meaning
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
Are you prepared for a fight, Joe? How do you plan to attack our enemies?
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
I am aware of some corrupted police officers who are willing to help us if we kill some Italian-Americans.
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready; meet me at Vito's
Get in your Hummer, I am ready to take revenge. Meet me at Vito's.
With Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurping spaghetti
We will do the job with the help of Noodles, while our target is distracted eating spaghetti.
Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack, buck em all
Everyone, get down on the floor. Joey Crack, shoot them all.
If they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore
If anyone tries to move, Noodles should shoot that person immediately.
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
We did not realize that we were about to shoot someone in the heart of Little Italy.
That we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily
We shot and killed someone who was not involved in our problem.
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I'll take an L
I will never lose or admit defeat.
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
Do not misunderstand, I would not think twice before killing someone.
I'm still the Fat One that you love to hate, catch you at your mother's wake
I am still the overweight person that you despise but will not hesitate to confront you even at your mother's funeral.
Smack you then I wack you with my snub trey-eight
I will slap you and then shoot you with my small revolver.
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
I will erase you from this planet and curse your family, even the children.
Like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity filling
I will cause you pain comparable to the horror of the Amityville house as if I am drilling into your tooth filling.
Insanity's building up pavilion in my civilian
I am going crazy, a mental facility is being built inside my mind.
The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing
The chaos and destruction caused by my weapon is the same that the world is currently facing.
A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss
I am a merciless villain who will even betray and kill your boss.
Forever and take all the cheddar like child support
I will take all the money, similar to child support that never ends.
I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves
I will always support and stand by Punisher in whatever he does or whoever he loves.
My brother from another mother sent from the above
Even though we are not blood-related, we are like brothers sent from heaven.
A thug nigga just like me, one of the best might be
He is a thug just like me and might even be one of the best.
Even better leaving niggas kneeling on they right knee
He might even be better than me, leaving people on their knees.
Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
The situation we are in is so vivid and intense that even Spike Lee could not capture it better.
You small change, I'm blowing out your brains getting richer
You are insignificant, and I will kill you while making myself richer.
Hit you with the Mac (Mac), smack your bitch, nigga what?
I will shoot you with my Mac-10, and then slap your partner, so what?
You getting stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck!
You are going to get killed, and I cannot wait any longer.
Trunk jewels (jewels), cruising in the Land, pumping 'Cash Rules'
We are cruising in our vehicle, enjoying the expensive jewelry, and listening to Wu-Tang Clan's song 'Cash Rules.'
Last crew to want it caught a hundred trying to pass through
The last group that wanted trouble caught a hundred bullets while trying to pass through us.
That's true, so who the next to get it?
That is accurate, so who is going to get shot next?
TS is the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it)
Terror Squad is the best at what we do, so go ahead and admit it.
Twenty shot Glock with the cop killer fill em to the top
I have a Glock with twenty rounds that can kill a cop, and it is fully loaded.
Joey Crack's the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
Joey Crack is in charge, and Big Pun is ready to shoot with his guns always loaded.
We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot
We will make the situation intense, and if you bring trouble, I will destroy your whole area.
It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop!
I am still willing to kill an undercover police officer.
Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt
I have no respect for the police. I will shoot first and make them fall on the ground.
Take em feet first through the morgue, then launch 'em in the T-bird
I will carry their dead bodies through the morgue, then dump them in the trash.
The street's cursed, the first amendment's culturally biased
The streets are full of bad luck, and the First Amendment only favors certain cultures.
Supposed to supply us with rights, tonight I hold my rosary
The First Amendment is supposed to give us rights, but tonight I pray holding my rosary.
Tight as I can, I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl
I am holding on as tightly as possible. I am alone in this world, except for my partner.
Black Pearl Athena mas fina, but keeps it real
My partner is the beautiful and powerful Black Pearl Athena but stays grounded and truthful.
You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it
We have an understanding, we steal from the wealthy and keep the money.
Peep it it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it
It is not a secret, watch me and Joey go back and forth with our rapping skills and enjoy it.
Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer
Follow me silently while I drive my BMW.
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena
All the children in the neighborhood refer to me as Don Cartagena.
Kicking ass as I blast off heat, and
I am unstoppable as I shoot and destroy with my gun.
You never see me talk to police, so
You will never see me speaking or cooperating with the police.
You should know that I really don't care
You must realize that I do not care about anything.
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right there
I will grab you by your hair, cut your throat, and leave you to die in that spot.
So beware it's rare that niggas want beef, Big Pun speak
Beware! It is rare for people to confront me, Big Pun to avoid conflict.
And let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets
I will let these fools know how I control the streets.
Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion, Puerto Ricans
I do not care about peace. I control the streets deeply and mercilessly, just like many Puerto Rican people.
Known for slashing catching niggas while they sleeping, no relaxing
We are notorious for attacking and cutting people while they are asleep. There is no safe time to relax.
Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
Stay alert and have quick reflexes to stay safe.
Three Tecs-es in the Jeep Lexus just in case police ask us
We have three guns in our Lexus Jeep, just in case the police question us.
Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars
We are knowledgeable about the streets and are part of the Terror Squad. We have experiences living in the ghetto.
Fill the clips off, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers
We shoot constantly, and our bullets create fear among people as if God is punishing them.
Better acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and shot down
You better recognize me, or I will knock you down until I am dead or imprisoned.
Heather B couldn't make me put my Glock Down
Even the rapper Heather B could not persuade me to put down my gun.
We lock towns like rounds in the chamber
We lock down areas like bullets to a weapon chamber.
Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine
Boogie Down is crucial, just like a 9mm caliber gun. I will shoot and never miss.
Every time plus I'm the crime boss of New York
I commit crimes regularly, and I am the leader of New York's crime world.
When we talk to walk the walk all my niggas carry chalk
When we speak, we mean business. All of my crew carries guns and ready to kill.
And stalk, I prey like The Predator, whoever want it
I stalk people like a predator, and whoever wants trouble will be my prey.
Go and get it set it baby and I'ma bury you
If you want trouble, come and get it, and I will kill you and bury your body.
So remember the Squad that I'm repping
Do not forget about the Terror Squad that I belong to and represent.
I pull a clip for my weapon and Punish niggas till it's Armageddon
I load my gun and punish people until the end of the world.
Lyrics © JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP , Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ANDRE YOUNG, ANDRE ROMELL YOUNG, CARLOS RIOS, CHRISTOPHER RIOS, COLIN WOLFE, COLIN FITZROY WOLFE, CORDOZAR BROADUS, J CARTEGENA, JOSEPH CARTAGENA
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@MartinParishev
He is not fat ...
He is just full with lyrics ...
R.I.P Big Punisher
@shanebakker6132
Martin Parishev facts #RIPBigPun
@H_Eevee
Exactly.
@AngelVazquez-vs9xp
He’s not fat he’s fluffy, can you see the resemblance?
@malikh7761
Angel Vasquez bro if he fell on you at that weight it wouldn’t feel fluffy
@AngelVazquez-vs9xp
@@malikh7761 Have you ever heard of Gabriel Iglesias before?
@KYXGOLD
1:01 one of the greatest bars in history
@default369
All the censorship Is annoying asf
@DJdeliverance
Yes what's that style of poetry called? Where like every syllables in the whole bar line stanza even are able to rhyme sound the same those are my fav raps
@jbeard4308
@@DJdeliveranceIt’s lyrical talent. Eminem does that too in a lot of songs but I don’t know the name of that style.