Off the Books (feat. Big Punisher & Cuban Linx) (feat. Big Pun & Cuban Link)

(Uh, uh)

(You better watch your step)

(You know who this is)

Oh yeah

Creo que hay es

(You better watch your step)

Ayo, 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

What up 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 AKA 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 (for what?) To be taping this

World premiere, 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

Getting 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 (Terror Squad, Beatnuts)

Go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go

Go, go