Beatnuts Featuring Cuban Link And Big Punisher Off The Books Lyrics

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 the taste of gin, I don't have to waste a
whole case of grin
Cause all it takes is my pretty face and my gangsta
win
Lace the click, cause we all sherry
So all's fair like love and war,
thug galore with long hair
Big Pun, Pun the name that makes the kid
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

[Cuban Link]
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 real
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

[JuJu]
Whattup Duke-o, you know, politickin papi
chuco
I'm out here, watchin for Jake, and this loot though
Shoot bro, I
got a waterproof suit yo
Swervin like a A.K.A. 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

[Psycho Les]
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 (for what?)
to be tapin this
World premier, loud and clear
Lye and beer, get the
dough, blow up the show
Dissapear, 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
(repeat 2X)

Go!
(64X)