The Beatnuts - Off The Books lyrics

(Big Punisher) 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 clotheslining 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 (Cuban Link) Punisher bash it, at last it's, rappers that really blast sh** Cats getting Big Willie n***az 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 (JuJu) Whattup 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 (Psycho Les) 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***az 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 "fu*k 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