Twinz (deep Cover `98) Lyrics

Twinz (deep Cover `98) lyrics

[Big Punisher]
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 Beatles'
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 middleman who
didn't do diddily

[Fat Joe]
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I'm
taken out
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

[Big Punisher]
I rub your face
off the Earth and curse your family children
like Amityville drill the nerves
in your cavity fillin
Insanity's building up pavillion 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

[Fat Joe]
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 leavin niggaz kneelin
on they right knee

[Big Punisher]
Spike Lee couldn't paint a better
picture
You small change, I'm blowin out your brains gettin
richer

[Fat Joe]
Hit you with the Mac (Mac), smack your bitch, nigga
what?
You gettin stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck!

[Big
Punisher]
Trunk jewels (jewels), cruisin in the Land, pumpin 'Cash
Rules'
Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin to pass
through

[Fat Joe]
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)

Chorus: Pun,
Joe

[Pun] And it's
[Joe] Here, and you don't stop!
[Pun] Twenty
shot glock with the cop killer fill em to the top
[Joe] Yeah, and you don't
stop!
[Pun] Joey Crack's the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns
cocked
[Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop!
[Pun] We'll make it hot nigga,
what bring it I blow your whole spot
[Joe] Yeah, and you don't
stop!
[Pun] It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop!

[Big
Punisher]
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

[Fat
Joe]
Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer
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 niggaz want beef, Big Pun speak
and let these motherfuckers know
how we run the streets

[Big Punisher]
Fuck peace, I run the streets
deep with no compassion, Puerto Ricans
known for slashin catchin niggaz
while they sleepin, no relaxin
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

[Fat Joe]
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 niggaz carry chalk
and stalk, I
prey like The Predator, whoever want it
go and get it set it baby and I'ma
bury ya
So remember the Squad that I'm reppin
I pull a clip for my weapon
and Punish niggaz till it's armaggedeon

Chorus 2X (to fade)