Twinz Lyrics - Singles - Big Pun

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 slurping 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 middleman who didn't do diddily 

It'll be a cold day in hell the day I'll 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 wack you with my snub trey-eight 

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I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children 

like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity filling 

Insanity's building up 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 

I support Pun in anything he does, 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 

You small change, I'm blowing out your brains getting richer 

Hit you with the Mac (Mac), smack your bitch, nigga what? 

You getting stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck! 

Trunk jewels (jewels), cruising in the Land, pumping 'Cash Rules' 

Last crew to want it caught a hundred trying to pass through 

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That's true, so who the next to get it? 

TS is the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it) 

And it's 

Here, and you don't stop! 

Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill em to the top 

Yeah, and you don't stop! 

Joey Crack's 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 one-eight-seven on an undercover cop! 

Fuck the po-lice, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt 

Take em feet first through the morgue, then launch 'em in the T-bird 

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 Athena my sena who 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 Beemer 

All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena 

Kicking 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 slashing catching niggas while they sleeping, no relaxing 

Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes 

Three techses in the Jeep Lexus just in case police ask us 

Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars 

Fill the clips off, 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 

everytime plus I'm the crime boss of New York 

When we talk 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'm gonna bury you 

So remember the Squad that I'm repping 

I pull a clip for my weapon and Punish niggas till it's Armageddon 

Here, and you don't stop! 

Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill em to the top 

Yeah, and you don't stop! 

Joey Crack's 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 one-eight-seven on an undercover cop! 

Here, and you don't stop! 

Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill em to the top 

Yeah, and you don't stop! 

Joey Crack's the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked 

Yeah, and you don't stop! 

We'll make it hot nigga