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Clones
- 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 slurping spaghetti
- Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack
- Buck em all if they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore
- Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
- That we riddled some 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 trey eight
- I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
- Like Amityville I drill the nerves in your cavity filling
- Insanity's building a pavilion in my civilian
- The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing
- A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss
- Forever and take all the cheddar like child support
- I support God in anything he does, anything he loves
- My brother from another mother sent from the above
- A thug nigga just like me, one of the best might be
- Even better leaving niggas kneeling on they right knee
- Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
- You small change, I'm blowing out your brains getting richer
- Hit you with the Mac, smack your bitch, nigga what?
- You getting stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck!
- Truck jewels, cruising in the Land, pumping "Cash Rules"
- Last crew to want it caught a hundred trying to pass through
- That's true (So who the next to get it?)
- TS the best that did it (Get it off your chest kid admit it and it's)
- Yeah, and you don't stop!
- (Twenty 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 one eight seven 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 rosary tight as I can
- I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl
- Black Pearl Latina mas 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 Beemer
- All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena
- Kicking ass as I blast off heat, and
- You never see me talk to police, though
- 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 slashing catching niggas while they sleeping
- No relaxing, keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
- Three techses 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, I prey like the Predator
- Whoever want it, go and get it set it baby and I'mma bury ya
- So remember the Squad that I'm repping
- I fill a clip of my weapon and Punish niggas 'til it's armaggedeon
- Yeah, and you don't stop!
- (Twenty 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 one eight seven on an undercover cop
- "That's what you get snitch....Get ready to scratch a major itch! Too bad you won't
- be able to scratch your nuts because you in a cast"!
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