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, havin' caviar
 Crackin Cristal at the bar, smokin cigars, livin' large
 We rob and steal, run with the mob, doin' 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, politickin' papi chuco
 I'm out here, watching for Jake, getting 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
 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
 Niggas is goin' over their favorite shit (For what?) to be tapin' this
 World premiere, loud and clear
 Lye and beer, get the dough, blow up the show
 Disappear, 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 like sleeves
 We light trees, bust these and stack cheese
 It's off the hook this year (Cheddar)
 Makin' mad money off the books this year
 Ain't nothin' but crooks in here
 Gettin' mad money off the books this year
 It's off the hook this year
 Gettin' mad money off the books this year
 Ain't nothin' but crooks in here
 Gettin' mad money off the books this year
 Go, go, go, go
 Go, go, go, go
 Go, go, go, go
 Go, go, go, go