[Verse 1: Big Pun]
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 some middlemen who didn't do diddly✦
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
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 tré-eight
[Verse 3: Big Pun]
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family's 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'✦
A villain without remorse, who's willin'✦ to out your boss
Forever✦ and take all the cheddar like child support✦
[Verse 4: Fat Joe & Big Pun]
I support✦ Pun in anything✦ he does, anything✦ he loves✦
A brother✦ from another✦ mother✦ sent from the above✦
A thug nigga✦ just like me, one of the best, might be
Even✦ better,✦ leavin'✦ niggas✦ kneelin' on they right knee
Spike Lee couldn't paint a better✦ picture
You small change, I'm blowin'✦ out your brains, gettin'✦ richer✦
Hit you with the MAC (MAC), smack your bitch, nigga,✦ what?
You gettin'✦ stuck – my trigger finger's itchy✦ as a fuck
Truck jewels✦ (Jewels),✦ cruisin' in the Land, bumpin'✦ "Cash Rules"✦
Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryna✦ pass through
That's true So who the next to get it?
T.S. — the best that did it
Get it off your chest, kid, admit✦ it, and it's…
[Chorus: Fat Joe & Big Pun]
Yeah – and you don't stop
Twenty-shot✦ Glock with the cop-killers,✦ fill 'em to the top
Yeah – and you don't stop
Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked✦
Yeah – and you don't stop
We'll make it hot, nigga,✦ what? Bring it, I'll blow your whole spot
Yeah – and you don't stop
It's still 1-8-7 on an undercover✦ cop
[Verse 5: Big Pun]
Fuck the police,✦ I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt
Take 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth
The street's cursed,✦ the First Amendment's culturally biased✦
Supposed to supply✦ us with rights, tonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can
I'm one man against the world
Just me and my girl — Black Pearl Latina,✦ más fina,✦ but keeps it real
You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it
Peep it, it's no secret,✦ watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it
[Verse 6: Fat Joe]
Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer✦
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✦
So, 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 niggas✦ want beef
Big Pun — speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets
[Verse 7: Big Pun]
Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion✦
Puerto✦ Ricans known for slashin'
Catchin' niggas✦ while they sleepin', no relaxin'
Keep your eyes open,✦ sharp reflexes
Three TEC's is 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✦ and shot down
Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down
[Verse 8: Fat Joe]
We lock towns, like rounds in the chamber
Boogie Down major✦ like Nine, I bust mine every✦ time
Plus, I'm the crime boss of New York
Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas✦ carry✦ chalk
And stalk our prey like a predator
Whoever✦ want it — go and get it, set it, baby,✦ and I'ma✦ bury✦ ya
So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'✦
I fill a clip of my weapon✦ and punish niggas✦ 'til it's Armageddon
[Chorus: Fat Joe & Big Pun]
Yeah – and you don't stop
Twenty-shot✦ Glock with the cop-killers,✦ fill 'em to the top
Yeah – and you don't stop
Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked✦
Yeah – and you don't stop
We'll make it hot, nigga,✦ what? Bring it, I'll blow your whole spot
Yeah – and you don't stop
It's still 1-8-7 on an undercover✦ cop
Yeah – and you don't stop
Twenty-shot✦ Glock with the cop-killers,✦ fill 'em to the top
Yeah – and you don't stop
Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked✦
Yeah – and you don't stop
We'll make it hot, nigga,✦ what? Bring it, I'll blow your whole spot
Yeah – and you don't stop
It's still 1-8-7 on an undercover✦ cop