twin作 (deep cover 98)
Ready for war Joe how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops thatll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer the Punishers ready; meet me at Beatles
With Noodles well do this dude while hes slurpin spaghetti
Everybody kiss the f**kin floor Joey Crack buck em all
If they move Noodles shoot that f**kin whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
That we riddled some middleman who didnt do diddily
Itll be a cold day in hell the day Ill take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldnt hesitate to kill
Im still the Fat One that you love to hate catch you at your mothers 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 fillin
Insanitys building up pavillion in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy that humanitys dealing
A villain without remorse whos 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 leavin niggaz kneelin on they right knee
Spike Lee couldnt paint a better picture
You small change Im blowin out your brains gettin richer
Hit you with the Mac (Mac) smack your bitch nigga what
You gettin stuck my trigger fingers itchy as a f**k
Trunk jewels (jewels) cruisin in the Land pumpin Cash Rules
Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin to pass through
Thats true so who the next to get it
TS is the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it)
And its
Here and you dont stop
Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill em to the top
Yeah and you dont stop
Joey Cracks the rock and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
Yeah and you dont stop
Well make it hot nigga what bring it I blow your whole spot
Yeah and you dont stop
Its still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop
F**k the po-lice I squeeze first make em eat dirt
Take em feet first through the morgue then launch em in the deep earth
The streets cursed the first amendments culturally biased
Supposed to supply us with rights tonight I hold my rosary
Tight as I can Im one man against the world just me and my girl
Black Pearl Athena my sena who keeps it real
You know the deal we steal from the rich and keep it
Peep it its no secret watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it
Creep with me as I cruise in my Beemer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena
Kickin ass as I blast off heat and
You never see me talk to police so
You should know that I really dont care
Pull you by the hair slit your throat and Ill leave you right there
So beware its rare that niggaz want beef Big Pun speak
And let these motherf**kers know how we run the streets
F**k peace I run the streets deep with no compassion Puerto Ricans
Known for slashin catchin niggaz while they sleepin no relaxin
Keep your eyes open sharp reflexes
Three techses in the Jeep Lexus just in case police ask us
Street professors Terror Squad ghetto scholars
Full Eclipse Mob inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers
Better acknowledge or get knocked down until Im locked and shot down
Heather B couldnt make me put my Glock Down
We lock towns like rounds in the chamber
Boogie Down major like Nine I bust mine
Everytime plus Im the crime boss of New York
When we talk to walk the walk all my niggaz carry chalk
And stalk I prey like The Predator whoever want it
Go and get it set it baby and Ima bury ya
So remember the Squad that Im reppin
I pull a clip for my weapon and Punish niggaz till its armaggedeon
And its
Here and you dont stop
Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill em to the top
Yeah and you dont stop
Joey Cracks the rock and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
Yeah and you dont stop
Well make it hot nigga what bring it I blow your whole spot
Yeah and you dont stop
Its still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop