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