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 slurpin spaghetti Everybody kiss the fuckin floor, Joey Crack, buck em all If they move, Noodles shoot that fuckin 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'm taken out 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 pavilion in my civilian Can it be the anarchy that humanity's still in 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 leavin niggaz kneelin on they right knee Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture You small change, I'm blowin out your brains gettin richer Hit you with the Mac (Mac), smack your bitch, nigga what? You gettin stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck! Trunk jewels (jewels), cruisin in the Land, pumpin 'Cash Rules' Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin 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 killers filled up 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'll 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 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 Latina 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 Kickin 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 niggaz 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 slashin catchin niggaz while they sleepin, no relaxin Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes Three techses in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars Full a clips 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 taught 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 reppin I full a clip in my weapon and Punish niggaz till it's Armageddon (And it's Here, and you don't stop!) Twenty shot glock with the cop killers filled up 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'll blow your whole spot (Yeah, and you don't stop!) It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop! (And it's Here, and you don't stop!) Twenty shot glock with the cop killers filled up 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'll blow your whole spot (Yeah, and you don't stop!...)