We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot
I pull a clip for my weapon and punish niggaz till it's armaggedeon
Yeah, and you don't stop
Puerto Ricans known for slashin' catchin' niggaz while they sleepin'
Yeah, and you don't stop
Catch you at your mother's wake
Go and get it set it baby and I'ma bury ya
Yeah, and you don't stop
TS is the best that did it
Here, and you don't stop
We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot
My brother from another mother sent from the above
Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion
Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill 'em to the top
The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing
Even better leavin' niggaz kneelin' on they right knee
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
And it's
Smack you then I wack you with my snub trey-eight
Tight as I can, I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl
Like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity fillin'
Forever and take all the cheddar like child support
So you should know that I really don't care
Peep it it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it
I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat and I'll leave you right there
Trunk jewels, cruisin' in the land, pumpin' 'Cash Rules'
So remember the squad that I'm reppin'
Fill the clips off, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers
Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill 'em to the top
You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it
Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin to pass through
And you never see me talk to police
Heather B couldn't make me put my Glock Down
That's true, so who the next to get it?
Hit you with the Mac, smack your bitch, nigga what?
Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars
So beware it's rare that niggaz want beef, Big Pun speak
(Jewels)
Kickin' ass as I blast off heat
(Get it off your chest kid admit it)
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I'll take an L
We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot
Joey Crack's the rock and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
You gettin' stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck
It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop
I rub your face off the earth and curse your family children
With Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena
When we talk to walk the walk all my niggaz carry chalk
If they move, Noodles shoot that fuckin' whore
Yeah, and you don't stop
That we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready, meet me at Beatles'
And it's
Joey Crack's the rock and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
Insanity's building up pavillion in my civilian
Black Pearl Athena my sena who keeps it real
A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss
Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
And let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets
Three techses in the Jeep Lexus just in case police ask us
The street's cursed, the first amendment's culturally biased
Yeah, and you don't stop
No relaxin', keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
Every time plus I'm the crime boss of New York
Here, and you don't stop
You small change, I'm blowin' out your brains gettin' richer
A thug nigga just like me, one of the best, might be
Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer
Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill 'em to the top
Joey Crack's the rock and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
Better acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and shot down
Take 'em feet first through the morgue, then launch 'em in the T-bird
Yeah, and you don't stop
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
Boogie down major like Nine, I bust mine
And stalk, I prey like The Predator, whoever want it
Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt
Supposed to supply us with rights, tonight I hold my rosary
It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop
Yeah, and you don't stop
And it's
(Mac)
Yeah, and you don't stop
We lock towns like rounds in the chamber
Here, and you don't stop
I'm still the Fat One that you love to hate
Everybody kiss the fuckin' floor, Joey Crack, buck 'em all
