Twinz (Deep Cover '98)

("I can feel it!")
 Ready for war, Joe, how you wanna blow they spot?
 I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
 Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready
 Meet me at Vito's with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti
 "Everybody kiss the fuckin' floor, Joey Crack, buck 'em all
 If they move, Noodles, shoot that fuckin' whore!"
 Dead in the middle of Little Italy
 Little did we know that we riddled two middlemen who didn't do diddly
 It'll be a cold day in Hell the day I take an L
 Make no mistake, for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill
 I'm still the fat one that you love to hate
 Catch you at your mother's wake
 Smack you, then I whack you with my snub tré-eight
 I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family's children
 Like Amityville, and drill the nerves in your cavity fillin'
 Insanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian
 The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealin'
 A villain without remorse who's willin' to out your boss
 Forever, and take all the cheddar like child support
 I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves
 A brother from another mother, sent from the above
 A thug nigga just like me, one of the best, might be even better
 Leavin' niggas kneelin' on they right knee
 Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
 You small change, I'm blowin' out your brains, gettin' richer
 Hit you with the MAC! (MAC), smack your bitch, nigga, what!
 You gettin' stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck!
 Truck jewels (jewels!), cruisin' in the Land, bumpin' "Cash Rules"
 Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryna pass through
 That's true! (So who the next to get it?)
 T.S., the best that did it
 Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's-
 Yeah! And you don't stop!
 20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top
 Yeah! And you don't stop!
 Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
 Yeah! And you don't stop!
 We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot
 Yeah! And you don't stop!
 It's still 187 on an undercover cop
 Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt
 Take 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth
 The street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased
 Supposed to supply us with rights
 Tonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can
 I'm one man against the world
 Just me and my girl, Black Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real
 You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it
 Peep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it
 Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer
 All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena
 Kickin' ass as I blast off heat
 And, you never see me talk to police
 So you should know that I really don't care
 Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right there
 So beware, it's rare that niggas want beef
 Big Pun, speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets
 Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion
 Puerto Ricans known for slashin'
 Catchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'
 Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
 Three TEC's in the jeep Lexus just in case police test us
 Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars
 Full-A-Clips mob inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers
 Better acknowledge or get knocked down
 Until I'm locked and shot down
 Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down
 We lock towns like rounds in the chamber
 Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine every time
 Plus, I'm the crime boss of New York
 Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk
 And stalk our prey like a predator
 Whoever want it, go and get it, set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya
 So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'
 I fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'til it's Armageddon
 Yeah! And you don't stop!
 20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top
 Yeah! And you don't stop!
 Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
 Yeah! And you don't stop!
 We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot
 Yeah! And you don't stop!
 It's still 187 on an undercover cop
 Yeah! And you don't stop!
 20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top
 Yeah! And you don't stop!
 Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
 Yeah! And you don't stop!
 We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot
 Yeah! And you don't stop!
 It's still 187 on an undercover cop