Cuban Link, Big Pun, The Beatnuts - Off the Books 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 on Pun and
Wake up with your 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 clique, '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 Seagal 'Cause all you're gonna get
Is your ass kicked or up in a casket
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, having 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 premiere, loud and clear
Lah 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 it's off the
Hook this year, gettin' mad money off the
Books this year ain't nothin' but
Crooks in here, gettin' mad money off the
Books this year

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