Getting mad money off the books this year
In black shades like a secret, agent
We light trees, bust these and stack cheese
Pull a fast one, then Pun'll wake up
It's off the hook this year
With the stash gone
Come one, come all, if you wanna brawl
Like Steven Seagal, 'cause all you gonna get
But crooks in here
Making mad money off the books this year, ain't nothing
It's off the hook this year
Punisher bash it, at last it's, rappers that really blast shit
Go, go, go
(That's it?)
But crooks in here
Cats getting Big Willie niggaz like Billy Bathgate
Whattup Duke-o, you know, politicking papi chuco
Is your ass kicked or up in a casket
Swerving like a A.K.A. in Beirut yo
I'm one hell of a guy, fly pelican fly
Lace the click 'cause we all share
Go, go, go
I'm out here, watching for Jake, getting this loot though
Go, go, go
Big Pun, Pun the name that makes the kids run
We're night thieves, roll up on you sleeves
Please, you ain't seen no thugs like these
In Corona yo it's better to take than to receive
And have every thug shooting that Beatnut drug
I can tell you lots of things that'll make you believe
Niggaz is going over their favorite shit to be taping this
For pleasure, bring your territory sever
Squeezing, out of automatic M3's and
The shit I'm on is wrong but it lasts long
It's all fair like love and war, thug galore with the long hair
That's it, that's it
Lye and beer, get the dough, blow up the show
Your career's on life support and I'ma pull the plug
We rob and steal, run with the mob, doing jobs for bills
Making mad money off the books this year, ain't nothing
And a taste legit, I don't have to waste a whole case of Crist'
Cracking Cristal at the bar, smoking cigars, living large
Shoot bro, I got a waterproof suit yo
Like spelling murder reverse it deliver redrum
But not when it reflect mine
Don't give a fuck where you been what you done
I'm hard to kill for real nigga guard your grill
Where you go, you know, peep this favorite
Keep my workers under pressure got 'em saying fuck Lester
(For what?)
I'm mad strong and my cream is fast
World premier, loud and clear
I'm the mighty Thor clotheslining motherfuckers
In they blood, no escaping this
Feeling marvelous, street pharmacist, twist arboles
Getting mad money off the books this year
I like to chill, spark an L and get high
But that's aight Duke-o, my heart nowadays too cold
Disappear, jump in the Cavalier
All it takes is my pretty face and my gangsta wit
Smoke the greenest grass, my bitch got the meanest ass
Up in Jimmy's Cafe, having caviar
