Deep Cover

Bad Boy in the house for the '95 P

Big shout-out to my man Mel Smith

To my man Don Cee Shan in the house

What's up Michelle Jones, what's up, boo?

Sick of mama screamin' that, "Get a job, ****"

Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a ****

Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie (Uh-huh)

Whispered in his ear, "This is what we got to do, G"

Got to bang a **** and bang a **** good

So I could cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood (Uh-huh)

'Cause baby mama screamin', "Your daughter twelve months"

Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts (Uh)

Hangin' with the **** don't pay the bills

And being broke at thirty give a **** the chills

So what we got to do is creep and see a sweet vic

Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I see that shit)

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 diddly

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 8

I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children

Like Amityville and drill the nerves in your cavity fillin'

Insanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian

The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealin'

****, I'm too fat, run from the police, picture that

I fuck around and catch a asthma attack

That's why I bust back, it don't phase me

When he drop, take his Glock and I'm Swayze

Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beamer

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 **** 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' **** while they sleepin', no relaxin'

Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes

Three TECs 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 or shot down

Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down

I grew up a fuckin' screw up

Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up

Choppin' rocks overnight

The **** Biggie Smalls tryin' to turn into the Black Frank White

We had to grow dreads to change our description

Two cops is on the milk box missin'

Show they toes, you know they got stepped on

A fist full of bullets, a chest full of