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 niggaz 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

Niggaz 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

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