Key: C major•
Verse 1
B
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 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 middlemen
who didn't do diddly
Verse 2
the day I 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 whack you with my snub trey-eight
Verse 3
curse your family children
Like Amityville I drill the nerves
in your cavity filling
Insanity's building a 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
Verse 4
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
Verse 5
B
You small
change,
I'm blowing out your brains gettin' richer
Verse 6
nigga what?
You getting stuck,
my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck
Verse 7
pumping "Cash Rules"
Last crew to want it caught a hundred
Verse 8
trying to pass through
TS the best that did it (get it off
your chest kid admit it and it's)
Verse 9
(Twenty shot Glock with the cop
killers fill 'em to the top)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(Joey cracks 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 187 on an undercover cop
Verse 10
make 'em eat dirt
Take 'em feet first through the morgue,
then lodge '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 mas fina but
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
Verse 11
the kids in the ghetto
call me Don Cartagena
Kicking ass as I blast off heat, and
You never see me talk to police,
though
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
Verse 12
how we 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 TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just
in case police test us
Street professors, Terror Squad,
ghetto scholars
Full-a-clips mob, mob, 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
Verse 13
B
Boogie
Down major like Nine, I bust mine
Every time plus I'm the crime
boss of New York
Where we taught 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'ma bury ya
So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'
I fill a clip of my weapon and Punish
Verse 14
niggas 'til it's Armageddon
(Twenty shot Glock with the cop
killers fill 'em to the top)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(Joey cracks 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 187 on an undercover
cop (how you feelin'?)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(Twenty shot Glock with the cop
killers fill 'em to the top)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(Joey cracks 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)
It's still 187 on an undercover
cop (how you feelin'?)
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