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

Hey yo 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 niggas like Billy Bathgate Up in Jimmy's Cafe, havin' caviar Crackin Cristal at the bar, smokin cigars, livin' large We rob and steal, run with the mob, doin' 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, politickin' papi chuco I'm out here, watching for Jake, getting this loot though Shoot bro, I got a waterproof suit yo Swervin' like a A.K.A. in Beirut yo Squeezin', 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 shootin' that Beatnut drug In they blood, no escapin' this Niggas is goin' over their favorite shit (For what?) to be tapin' this World premiere, loud and clear Lye and beer, get the dough, blow up the show Disappear, jump in the Cavalier Feelin' marvelous, street pharmacist, twist arboles For pleasure, bring your territory sever Keep my workers under pressure got 'em sayin', "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 like sleeves We light trees, bust these and stack cheese It's off the hook this year (Cheddar) Makin' mad money off the books this year Ain't nothin' but crooks in here Gettin' mad money off the books this year It's off the hook this year Gettin' mad money off the books this year Ain't nothin' but crooks in here Gettin' mad money off the books this year Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go