The Beatnuts
The Beatnuts - Off The Books (feat. Cuban Link and Big Punisher) songtekst
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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) Go! (64x