Off The Books Lyrics - Singles - Beatnuts

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 niggaz 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'ma pull the plug 

And have every thug shootin' that Beatnut drug 

In they blood, no escapin' this 

Niggaz is goin' over their favorite shit to be tapin' this 

(For what?) 

World premier, loud and clear 

Lye 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 sever 

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 favorite 

In black shades like a secret agent 

We're night thieves, roll up on you 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 

Makin' mad money off the books this year, ain't nothin' 

But crooks in here 

Gettin' mad money off the books this year 

Go, go, go 

Go, go, go 

Go, go, go 

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