Twinz (Deep Cover '98)

Fat Joe, Big Punisher, Big Pun

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Fat Joe

Joseph Antonio Cartagena (born August 19, 1970), better known by his stage name Fat Joe, is an American rapper, CEO of Terror Squad Entertainment, and member of musical groups D.I.T.C. and Terror Squad. more »


Year:
2001
3:47
286 
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Ready for war Joe, how you want to blow they spot 
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop 
Hop in your Humer, 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 a middleman who didn't do diddly 
 
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 
 
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 pavilion 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 

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' 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 (Mac), smack your bitch, nigga what? 
You gettin' stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a f*ck! 
Trunk jewels (jewels), cruisin' in the Land, pumpin' 'Cash Rules' 
Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin' to pass through 
That's true, so who the next to get it? 
GS the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it) 

[Chorus] 
And it's 
Here, and you don't stop! 
Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill 'em to the top 
Yeah, and you don't stop! 
Joey Crack's 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 blow your whole spot 
Yeah, and you don't stop! 
It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop! 
 
F*ck 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 

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 niggas want beef, Big Pun speak 
And let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets 

F*ck 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 techs in the Jeep Lexus just in case police estas 
Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto stylers 
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 be 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 
When we talk to walk the walk all my niggas 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 niggas till it's Armageddon 

[Chorus: x2]

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Written by: Colin Wolfe, Andre Young, Cordozar Broadus, Christopher Rios, Joseph Cartagena

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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