Album Name

The Legacy: The Best Of Big Pun

Artist

Big Pun, Fat Joe

Genre

POP

Release Date

2009.09.21

Release Agency

Sony Music

Twinz (Deep Cover 98) - Big Punisher
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 diddily
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 tre eight
I rub your face off the Earth
and curse your family children
Like Amityville
I 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
My 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 ya with the MAC
smack your bitch nigga what
You gettin' stuck my trigger
finger's itchy as a fuck
Truck jewels cruisin' in the Land
pumpin' Cash Rules
Last crew to want it caught
a hundred tryin' 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
Kickin' 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 slashin'
Catchin' niggas while
they sleepin' no relaxin'
Keep your eyes open sharp reflexes
Three TECS'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 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
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