Off The Books

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 shit I'm on is wrong but it lasts long
Pull a fast one, then Pun'll wake up with the stash goneI'm mad strong and my cream is fast
Smoke the greenest grass, my bitch got the meanest ass
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 redrumCome one, come all, if you wanna brawl
I'm the mighty Thor, clotheslining motherfuckers like Steven Segall
'Cause all you gonna get is your ass 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 shit
Cats getting Big Willie niggaz like Billy Bathgate
Up in Jimmy's Cafe havin' caviar
Crackin' Cristal at the bar smokin' cigars, livin' largeWe rob and steal, run with the mob, doin' jobs for bills
I'm hard to kill for real nigga guard your grill
I like to chill, spark an L and get high
I'm one hell of a guy, fly pelican flyWhattup 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 AKA in Beirut, yoSqueezin' 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 receiveYour 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
Niggaz is goin' over their favorite shit to be tapin' this
(For what?)World premier, loud and clear
Lye and beer, get the dough, blow up the show
Disappear, jump in the Cavalier
Feelin' marvelous, street pharmacist, twist arbolesFor pleasure bring your territory sever
Keep my workers under pressure, got em sayin', fuck lester
But that's aight Duke-o, my heart nowadays too cold
Don't give a fuck where you been, what you doneWhere 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 cheeseIt'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 yearIt'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 yearGo, go, go
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
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