Off The Books (Feat Big Puni & Cubano Link)

Yooouuu better watch your step

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 I taste legit I don't have to waste A whole case
Of Cris All it takes is my pretty face And my gangsta wit
Lace the clique '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 motherfuckers Like Steven Seagal
'Cause all you gonna get Is your ass kicked or
Up in a casket That's it (that's it) that's it

Punisherm bash it,
At last It's rappers that really blast shit
Cats getting Big Willie Niggas like Billy Bathgate
Up in Jimmy's Cafe,
Having caviar Cracking Cristal at
The bar Smoking cigars, living large
We rob and steal Run with the mob Doing 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, fly

What up Duke-o,
You know Politicing papi chuco I'm out
Here, watching for Jake Getting this loot though
Shoot, bro I got a waterproof suit,
Yo Swerving like an AKA In Beirut, yo
Squeezing 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

Your career's on life support And I'm a pull the
Plug And have every thug Shooting that Beatnut drug
In they blood,
No escaping this Niggas is going over Their favorite shit (for what)
To be taping this
World premiere, loud and clear Lye and beer,
Get the dough Blow up the show Disappear, jump in the Cavalier
Feeling marvelous, street pharmacist Twist our bullets for pleasure
Bring your territory sever Keep my workers
Under pressure Got 'em saying, 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 Pull up on you like
Sleeves We light trees Bust these and stack cheese
It's off the hook this year Getting mad money Off the books this year
Ain't nothing but crooks in here
Getting mad money Off the books this year
It's off the hook this year Getting mad money Off the books this year
Ain't nothing but crooks in here
Getting mad money Off the books this year
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