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Twinz (Deep Cover 98)

Big Pun, Fat Joe
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[00:08.87] Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot

[00:11.79] I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop

[00:14.72] Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready; meet me at Vito's

[00:17.90] With Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti

[00:20.03] Everybody kiss the fuckin floor, Joey Crack, buck em all

[00:22.95] If they move, Noodles shoot that fuckin whore

[00:25.08] Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know

[00:27.47] That we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily

[00:29.87] It'll be a cold day in hell the day I'm taken out

[00:32.26] Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill

[00:35.20] I'm still the Fat One that you love to hate, catch you at your mother's wake

[00:38.12] Smack you then I wack you with my snub trey-eight

[00:40.25] I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children

[00:42.92] Like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity fillin

[00:45.31] Insanity's building up pavillion in my civilian

[00:47.70] The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing

[00:50.09] A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss

[00:52.48] Forever and take all the cheddar like child support

[00:55.15] I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves

[00:57.81] My brother from another mother sent from the above

[01:00.20] A thug nigga just like me, one of the best -- might be

[01:02.86] Even better leavin niggaz kneelin on they right knee

[01:05.52] Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture

[01:07.91] You small change, I'm blowin out your brains gettin richer

[01:10.29] Hit you with the Mac (Mac), smack your bitch, nigga what?

[01:12.95] You gettin stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck!

[01:15.34] Trunk jewels (jewels), cruisin in the Land, pumpin 'Cash Rules'

[01:18.00] Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin to pass through

[01:20.92] That's true, so who the next to get it?

[01:23.31] TS is the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it)

[01:24.90] Pun, Joe

[01:25.69] And it's

[01:26.49] Here, and you don't stop!

[01:27.82] Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill em to the top

[01:30.47] Yeah, and you don't stop!

[01:32.87] Joey Crack's the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked

[01:35.52] Yeah, and you don't stop!

[01:37.91] We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot

[01:41.11] Yeah, and you don't stop!

[01:42.98] It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop!

[01:45.89] Fuck the po-lice, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt

[01:48.29] Take em feet first through the morgue, then launch em into deep earth

[01:50.94] The street's cursed, the first amendment's culturally biased

[01:53.35] Supposed to supply us with rights, tonight I hold my rosary

[01:56.01] Tight as I can, I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl

[01:58.93] Black Pearl Athena my sena who keeps it real

[02:01.32] You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it

[02:03.71] Peep it it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it

[02:06.36] Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer

[02:08.76] All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena

[02:11.15] Kickin ass as I blast off heat, and

[02:13.59] You never see me talk to police, so

[02:16.24] You should know that I really don't care

[02:18.10] Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right there

[02:21.28] So beware it's rare that niggaz want beef, Big Pun speak

[02:24.47] And let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets

[02:26.60] Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion, Puerto Ricans

[02:29.52] Known for slashin catchin niggaz while they sleepin, no relaxin

[02:31.91] Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes

[02:34.04] Three techses in the Jeep Lexus just in case police ask us

[02:36.69] Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars

[02:39.61] Fill the clips off, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers

[02:41.74] Better acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and shot down

[02:44.94] Heather B couldn't make me put my Glock Down

[02:47.07] We lock towns like rounds in the chamber

[02:49.20] Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine

[02:51.59] Everytime plus I'm the crime boss of New York

[02:54.24] When we talk to walk the walk all my niggaz carry chalk

[02:56.63] And stalk, I prey like The Predator, whoever want it

[02:59.82] Gon(na) get it set it baby and I'm a bury ya

[03:01.94] So remember the Squad that I'm reppin

[03:04.61] I pull a clip for my weapon and Punish niggaz till it's armaggedeon

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[03:07.81] 2X (to fade)