Big Punisher - Twinz lyrics

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 f**in' floor, Joey Crack, buck 'em all If they move, Noodles shoot that f**in' who*e 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 k** 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 n***a just like me, one of the best, might be Even better leavin' n***as 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 b**h, n***a what? You gettin' stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a f**! Trunk j**els (j**els), cruisin' in the Land, pumpin' 'Cash Rules' Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin' to pa** 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 k**er fill 'em to the top Yeah, and you don't stop! Joey Crack's the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns co*ked Yeah, and you don't stop! We'll make it hot n***a, 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** 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' a** 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 n***as want beef, Big Pun speak And let these motherf**ers know how we run the streets f** peace, I run the streets deep with no compa**ion, Puerto Ricans Known for slashin' catchin n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as till it's Armageddon [Chorus: x2]