Twinz (Deep Cover '98)

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 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 trey-eight

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

Like Amityville, I 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 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 **** just like me, one of the best, might be

Even better, leavin' **** 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 (MAC), smack your bitch, ****, what?

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

Truck jewels (Jewels), cruisin' in the Land, bumpin' 'Cash Rules...'

Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin' to pass through

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

T.S. the best that did it

Get it off your chest, kid, 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, ****, 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 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 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 Beamer

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 **** 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' **** while they sleepin', no relaxin'

Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes

Three TECs in the Jeep Lexus, just in case police test us

Street professors, terror squad, ghetto scholars

Full-of-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 **** carry chalk

And stalk, I prey like the Predator

Whoever want it, go on, get it

Set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya

So remember the squad that I'm repping

I fill a clip of my weapon and punish **** 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, ****, 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, ****, 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