Big Punisher - Off the Books lyrics

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 sh** 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 gra**, my b**h got the meanest a** And a taste legit, I don't have to waste a whole case of Crist' All it takes is my pretty face and my gangsta wit Lace the click, cause we all share It's all fair like love and war, thug galore with the long hair Big Pun, Pun the name that makes the kids run Like spelling murder reverse it deliver redrum Come one, come all, if you wanna brawl I'm the mighty Thor clothes lining motherf**ers like Steven Segall Cause all you gonna get, is your a** kicked or up in a casket That's it (that's it?) That's it Punisher bash it, at last it's, rappers that really blast sh** Cats getting Big Willie n***as 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 bills I'm hard to k** for real n***a guard your grill I like to chill, spark an L and get high I'm one hell of a guy, fly pelican fly What up Duke-o, you know, politickin' papi chuco I'm out here, watching for Jake, getting 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 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 n***as is goin' over their favorite sh** (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' "f** Lester" But that's aight Duke-o, my heart nowadays too cold Don't give a f** 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 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: x64] Go!