The Beatnuts

The Beatnuts - Off The Books (feat. Cuban Link and Big Punisher) lyrics

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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 gone
 I'm mad strong, and my cream is fast
 Smoke the greenest grass, my bitch got the meanest ass
 and the taste of gin, I don't have to waste a whole case of grin
 Cause all it takes is my pretty face and my gangsta win
 Lace the click, cause we all sherry
 So all's fair like love and war, thug galore with long hair
 Big Pun, Pun the name that makes the kid run
 Like spelling murder reverse it deliver redrum
 Come 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

 [Cuban Link]
 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 large
 We rob and steal, run with the mob, doin jobs for real
 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 fly

 [JuJu]
 Whattup Duke-o, you know, politickin papi chuco
 I'm out here, watchin for Jake, and 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
 Niggaz is goin over their favorite shit (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 "FUCK LESTER"
 But that's aight Duke-o, my heart nowadays too cold
 Don't give a fuck 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
 (repeat 2x)

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