Twinz (Deep Cover 98) - Big Pun/Fat Joe
Ready for war Joe how you wanna blow they spot
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 Beatles'
With Noodles we'll do this dude while he's slurping spaghetti
Everybody kiss the f**king floor Joey Crack buck em all
If they move Noodles shoot that f**king 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 fillin
Insanity's building up pavillion in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing
A villaing 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 ni**a just like me one of the best might be
Even better leaving niggaz 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 b**ch ni**a what
You getting stuck my trigger finger's itchy as a f**k
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 ni**a what bring it I blow your whole spot
Yeah and you don't stop
It's 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 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 my sena who 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 Beemer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena
Kicking a** 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 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 slashing catching niggaz
While they sleeping no relaxing
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 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
Everytime plus I'm 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 I'ma bury ya
So remember the Squad that I'm reppingggg
I pull a clip for my weapon and Punish niggaz till it's armaggedeon
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 ni**a what bring it I blow your whole spot
Yeah and you don't stop
It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop
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 ni**a what bring it I blow your whole spot
Yeah and you don't stop
It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop
