twinz (deep cover '98)

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 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

smack your bitch

nigga what?

you getting stuck

my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck!

trunk 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

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 po-lice

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 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 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 techses 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

everytime 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'm gonna bury you

so remember the squad that i'm repping

i pull a clip for my weapon and punish niggas till it's armageddon

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