Twinz (Deep Cover 98) (feat. Fat Joe)

("I can feel it!")

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 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 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 three-eight

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

Like Amityville, and drill the nerves in your cavity fillin'

Insanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian

The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealin'

A villain without remorse who's willin' 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 fuck

Truck jewels (jewels), cruisin' in the Land, bumpin' "Cash Rules"

Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryna pass through

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

T.S. the best that did it

(Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's...)

Yeah, and you don't stop!

20-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 one-eight-seven 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 rosaries tight as I can

I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl

Black Pearl Latina, más 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 Bimmer

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

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 slashin'

Catchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'

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-of-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 our prey like a 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!

20-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 one-eight-seven on an undercover cop

Yeah, and you don't stop!

20-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 one-eight-seven on an undercover cop