MF DOOM, Psycho Les, Juju, Cuban Link, Big Pun - Off the Books / Just to Get a Rep (MF Doom Special Blend) lyrics

Hey yo it's all love
But love's got a thin line
And Pun's got a big nine
Respect crime but not when it reflect mine
The shit I'm on is wrong but it lasts long
Pull a fast one, then Pun'll wake up
With the stash gone
I'm mad strong, and my cream is fast
Smoke the greenest grass
My bitch got the meanest ass
And a taste legit
I don't have to waste a whole case of Crist'
All it takes is my pretty
Face and my gangsta wit
Lace the click, cause we all share
It's all fair like love and war
Thug galore with the long hair
Big Pun, Pun the name that makes the kids run
Like spelling murder reverse
It deliver redrum
Come one, come all, if you wanna brawl
I'm the mighty Thor clotheslining
Motherfuckers like Steven Segall
Cause all you gonna get
Is your ass kicked or up in a casket
That's it (that's it?) That's it

Punisher bash it, at last it's
Rappers that really blast shit
Cats getting Big Willie niggas
Like Billy Bathgate
Up in Jimmy's Cafe, havin caviar
Crackin Cristal at the bar, smokin cigars
Livin large
We rob and steal, run with the mob
Doin jobs for bills
I'm hard to kill for real
Nigga guard your grill
I like to chill, spark an L and get high
I'm one hell of a guy, fly pelican fly

Whattup Duke-o, you know
Politickin papi chuco
I'm out here, watching for Jake
Getting this loot though
Shoot bro, I got a waterproof suit yo
Swervin like a AKA in Beirut yo
Squeezin, out of automatic M3's and
Please, you ain't seen no thugs like these
I can tell you lots of
Things that'll make you believe
In Corona yo it's better to
Take than to receive

Your career's on life support
And I'mma pull the plug
And have every thug shootin that Beatnut drug
In they blood, no escapin this
Niggas is goin over their favorite shit
(for what?) to be tapin this
World premier, loud and clear
La and beer, get the dough, blow up the show
Disappear, jump in the Cavalier
Feelin marvelous, street pharmacist
Twist arboles
For pleasure, bring your territory terror
Keep my workers under pressure got
Em sayin "FUCK LESTER"
But that's aight Duke-o
My heart nowadays too cold
Don't give a fuck where you
Been what you done
Where you go, you know, peep this statement
In black shades like a secret, agent
We're night thieves
Roll up on you like sleeves
We light trees, bust these and stack cheese

It's off the hook this year
Makin mad money off the books this year
Ain't nothin but crooks in here
Gettin mad money off the books this year

Brothers are amused by others brother's reps
But the thing they know best is
Where the gun is kept
Cause in the night you'll feel fright
And at the sight of a four-fifth
I guess you just might
Wanna do a dance or two
Cause they could maybe bust you for
Self or with a crew
No matter if you or your brother's a star
He could pop you and jet
Without a getaway car
And some might say that he's a dummy
But he's sticking you and taking
All of your money it's a daily operation
He might be loose in the park
Or lurking at the train station
Mad brothers know his name
So he thinks he got a little
Fame from the stick-up game
And while we're blaming society
He's at a party with his man
They got their eye on the gold
Chain that the next man's wearing
It looks big but they ain't staring
Just thinking of a way and
When to get the brother
They'll be long gone before the kid recovers
And back around the way he'll have
The chain on his neck
Claiming respect, just to get a rep