Big Pun — 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 gone I'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 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?) Punisher 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 Whattup Duke-o, you know, politicking papi chuco I'm out here, watching for Jake, getting this loot though Shoot bro, I got a waterproof suit yo Swerving like a A.K.A. 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'ma pull the plug And have every thug shooting that Beatnut drug In they blood, no escaping this Niggas is going over their favorite shit to be taping this (For what?) World premier, loud and clear Lye and beer, get the dough, blow up the show Disappear, jump in the Cavalier Feeling marvelous, street pharmacist, twist arboles 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, roll up on you sleeves We light trees, bust these and stack cheese It's off the hook this year Making 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 Making mad money off the books this year, ain't nothing But crooks in here Getting mad money off the books this year Go, go, go Go, go, go Go, go, go ...