Karaoké Twinz (Deep Cover '98) Big Pun & Fat Joe

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 slurpin' spaghetti

Everybody kiss the fuckin' floor

Joey Crack, buck 'em all

If they move Noodles shoot that fuckin' whore

Dead in the middle of Little Italy

Little did we know that we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly

It'll be a cold day in Hell the day I 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 whack you with my snub tré-eight

I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family's children like Amityville and drill the nerves in your cavity fillin'

Insanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian

The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealin'

A villain without remorse who's willin' to out your boss

Forever and take all the cheddar like child support

I support Pun in anything he does

Anything he loves

A brother from another mother sent from the above

A thug nigga just like me

One of the best, might be even better, leavin' niggas kneelin' on they right knee

Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture

You small change

I'm blowin' out your brains

Gettin' richer

Hit you with the MAC

Smack your bitch, nigga what

MAC

You gettin' stuck

My trigger finger's itchy as a fuck

Truck jewels

Cruisin' in the Land

Jewels bumpin' Cash Rules

Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryna pass through

That's true

So who the next to get it

Get it off your chest kid

T.S., the best that did it

Admit it and it's

Yeah and you don't stop

Twenty-shot Glock with the cop-killers

Fill 'em to the top

Yeah and you don't stop

Joey cracks 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'll blow your whole spot

Yeah and you don't stop

It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop

Fuck the police

I squeeze first

Make 'em eat dirt

Take 'em feet-first through the morgue then lodge 'em in the deep earth

The street's cursed

The First Amendment's culturally biased

Supposed to supply us with rights

Tonight I hold my rosaries tight as I can

I'm one man against the world

Just me and my girl

Black Pearl Latina más fina but 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 Bimmer

All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena

Kickin' 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 slashin'

Catchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'

Keep your eyes open

Sharp reflexes

Three TEC's is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us

Street professors, Terror Squad

Ghetto scholars

Full-A-Clips mob 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 every time

Plus I'm the crime boss of New York

Where we taught to walk the walk

All my niggas carry chalk

And stalk our prey like a predator

Whoever want it go and get it

Set it baby and Imma bury ya

So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'

I fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'till it's Armageddon

Yeah and you don't stop

Twenty-shot Glock with the cop-killers

Fill 'em to the top

Yeah and you don't stop

Joey cracks 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'll blow your whole spot

Yeah and you don't stop

It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop

Yeah and you don't stop

Twenty-shot Glock with the cop-killers

Fill 'em to the top

Yeah and you don't stop

Joey cracks 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'll blow your whole spot

Yeah and you don't stop

It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop