Twinz (Deep Cover '98)

[00:08.55] ("I can feel it!")
[00:09.68] Ready for war, Joe, how you wanna blow they spot?
[00:12.23] I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
[00:15.23] Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready
[00:17.34] Meet me at Vito's with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti
[00:20.41] "Everybody kiss the fuckin' floor, Joey Crack, buck 'em all
[00:23.48] If they move, Noodles, shoot that fuckin' whore!"
[00:25.57] Dead in the middle of Little Italy
[00:27.23] Little did we know that we riddled two middlemen who didn't do diddly
[00:30.44] It'll be a cold day in Hell the day I take an L
[00:33.13] Make no mistake, for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill
[00:35.51] I'm still the fat one that you love to hate
[00:37.40] Catch you at your mother's wake
[00:38.61] Smack you, then I whack you with my snub tré-eight
[00:40.73] I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family's children
[00:43.08] Like Amityville, and drill the nerves in your cavity fillin'
[00:45.56] Insanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian
[00:47.92] The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealin'
[00:50.63] A villain without remorse who's willin' to out your boss
[00:53.09] Forever, and take all the cheddar like child support
[00:55.50] I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves
[00:58.10] A brother from another mother, sent from the above
[01:00.53] A thug nigga just like me, one of the best, might be even better
[01:03.96] Leavin' niggas kneelin' on they right knee
[01:05.97] Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
[01:08.19] You small change, I'm blowin' out your brains, gettin' richer
[01:10.52] Hit you with the MAC! (MAC), smack your bitch, nigga, what!
[01:13.28] You gettin' stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck!
[01:15.78] Truck jewels (jewels!), cruisin' in the Land, bumpin' "Cash Rules"
[01:18.56] Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryna pass through
[01:21.04] That's true! (So who the next to get it?)
[01:23.14] T.S., the best that did it
[01:24.34] Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's-
[01:26.28] Yeah! And you don't stop!
[01:28.36] 20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top
[01:31.29] Yeah! And you don't stop!
[01:33.19] Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
[01:36.43] Yeah! And you don't stop!
[01:38.36] We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot
[01:41.60] Yeah! And you don't stop!
[01:43.38] It's still 187 on an undercover cop
[01:46.09] Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt
[01:48.71] Take 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth
[01:51.48] The street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased
[01:53.50] Supposed to supply us with rights
[01:54.96] Tonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can
[01:57.05] I'm one man against the world
[01:58.56] Just me and my girl, Black Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real
[02:01.47] You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it
[02:03.87] Peep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it
[02:06.74] Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer
[02:09.18] All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena
[02:11.58] Kickin' ass as I blast off heat
[02:13.69] And, you never see me talk to police
[02:16.03] So you should know that I really don't care
[02:18.73] Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right there
[02:21.69] So beware, it's rare that niggas want beef
[02:23.87] Big Pun, speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets
[02:26.63] Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion
[02:29.08] Puerto Ricans known for slashin'
[02:30.12] Catchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'
[02:32.37] Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
[02:34.41] Three TEC's in the jeep Lexus just in case police test us
[02:37.48] Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars
[02:39.34] Full-A-Clips mob inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers
[02:42.46] Better acknowledge or get knocked down
[02:43.97] Until I'm locked and shot down
[02:45.32] Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down
[02:47.60] We lock towns like rounds in the chamber
[02:49.33] Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine every time
[02:52.62] Plus, I'm the crime boss of New York
[02:54.68] Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk
[02:57.42] And stalk our prey like a predator
[02:59.23] Whoever want it, go and get it, set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya
[03:02.64] So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'
[03:04.44] I fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'til it's Armageddon
[03:07.59] Yeah! And you don't stop!
[03:09.90] 20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top
[03:12.59] Yeah! And you don't stop!
[03:14.66] Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
[03:17.67] Yeah! And you don't stop!
[03:20.03] We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot
[03:22.75] Yeah! And you don't stop!
[03:24.85] It's still 187 on an undercover cop
[03:27.83] Yeah! And you don't stop!
[03:30.07] 20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top
[03:32.98] Yeah! And you don't stop!
[03:34.91] Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
[03:38.25] Yeah! And you don't stop!
[03:40.10] We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot
[03:43.18] Yeah! And you don't stop!
[03:45.26] It's still 187 on an undercover cop
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