Twinz (Deep Cover 98) (feat. Fat Joe) - A Capella

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 Vito's with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti

Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack

Buck 'em all if they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore

Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know

That we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly

It'll be a cold day in hell the day I take an L

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 whack you with my snub trey-eight

I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children

Like Amityville I drill the nerves in your cavity filling

Insanity's building a 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 leaving niggas kneeling on they right knee

Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture

You small change, I'm blowing out your brains gettin' richer

Hit you with the Mac, smack your bitch, nigga what?

You getting stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck

Truck jewels, cruising in the Land, pumping "Cash Rules"

Last crew to want it caught a hundred trying to pass through

That's true (so who the next to get it?)

TS the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it and it's)

Yeah, and you don't stop

(Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers fill 'em to the top)

Yeah, and you don't stop

(Joey cracks 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 187 on an undercover cop

Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt

Take 'em feet first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth

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 Latina mas fina but 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

Kicking ass as I blast off heat, and

You never see me talk to police, though

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

Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion

Puerto Ricans known for slashing, catching niggas while they sleeping

No relaxing, keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes

Three TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us

Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars

Full-a-clips mob, 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

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

Where we taught 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 fill a clip of my weapon and Punish niggas 'til it's Armageddon

Yeah, and you don't stop

(Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers fill 'em to the top)

Yeah, and you don't stop

(Joey cracks 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 187 on an undercover cop (how you feelin'?)

Yeah, and you don't stop

(Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers fill 'em to the top)

Yeah, and you don't stop

(Joey cracks 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 187 on an undercover cop (how you feelin'?)