Big Pun, Fat Joe - Twinz (Deep Cover ’98) lyrics

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
Two middlemen who didn't do diddly

It'll be a cold day in Hell
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 tré-eight

I rub your face off the Earth
And curse your family's children
Like Amityville
And drill the nerves in your cavity fillin'
Insanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy
That humanity's dealin'
A villain without remorse who's willin'
To out your boss forever, and take all the
Cheddar like child support

I support Pun in anything he does
Anything he loves
A brother from another mother
Sent from the above
A thug nigga just like me
One of the best, might be even better
Leavin' niggas 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! Truck jewels
(Jewels) , cruisin' in the Land
Bumpin' "Cash Rules"
Last crew to want it caught
A hundred tryna pass through
That's true! (So who the next to get it?)
TS the best that did it
(Get it off your chest, kid, admit it
And it's)

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
Yeah! And you don't stop!
It's still 187 on an undercover cop

Fuck the police, I squeeze first
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 rosaries tight as I can
I'm one man against the world
Just me and my girl Black
Pearl Latina, más 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

Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer
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 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 slashin'
Catchin' niggas while they sleepin'
No relaxin'
Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
Three TEC's is 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 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 our prey like a 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 niggas 'til it's Armageddon

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
Yeah! And you don't stop!
It's still 187 on an undercover cop
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
Yeah! And you don't stop!
It's still 187 on an undercover cop