Off The Books Lyrics - Big Punisher

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 Seagal, '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, having caviar 

Cracking Cristal at the bar, smoking cigars, living large 

We rob and steal, run with the mob, doing 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, politicking papi chuco 

I'm out here, watching for Jake, getting this loot though 

Shoot bro, I got a waterproof suit yo 

Swerving like a A.K.A. in Beirut yo 

Squeezing, 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 shooting that Beatnut drug 

In they blood, no escaping this 

Niggaz is going over their favorite shit to be taping this 

(For what?) 

World premier, loud and clear 

Lye and beer, get the dough, blow up the show 

Disappear, jump in the Cavalier 

Feeling marvelous, street pharmacist, twist arboles 

For pleasure, bring your territory sever 

Keep my workers under pressure got 'em saying 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 

Making mad money off the books this year, ain't nothing 

But crooks in here 

Getting mad money off the books this year 

It's off the hook this year 

Making mad money off the books this year, ain't nothing 

But crooks in here 

Getting mad money off the books this year 

Go, go, go 

Go, go, go 

Go, go, go 

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