(+) Caught in a Wave (feat. The Deep Throat Choir)
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 Beatles'
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 middleman
who didn't do diddily
It'll be a cold day in hell the day
I'll 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 wack you
with my snub trey-eight
I rub your face off the Earth
and curse your family children
like Amityville drill the nerves
in your cavity fillin
Insanity's building up
pavillion in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy
that humanity's dealing
A villain without remorse
who's willing to out your boss
Forever and take all the cheddar
like child support
I support Pun in anything he does
anything he loves
My brother from another mother
sent from the above
A thug nigga just like me
one of the best might be
Even better leavin niggaz
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
Trunk jewels (jewels)
cruisin in the Land
pumpin 'Cash Rules'
Last crew to want it caught
a hundred tryin to pass through
That's true so who the next to get it?
TS is the best that did it
(get it off your chest kid admit it)
And it's
Here and you don't stop
Twenty shot glock
with the cop killer fill em to the top
Yeah and you don't stop
Joey Crack's 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 blow your whole spot
Yeah and you don't stop
It's still one-eight-seven
on an undercover cop
Fuck the po-lice
I squeeze first make em eat dirt
Take em feet first through the morgue
then launch em in the T-bird
The street's cursed
the first amendment's culturally biased
Supposed to supply us with rights
tonight I hold my rosary
tight as I can I'm one man
against the world
just me and my girl
Black Pearl Athena
my sena who 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
Creep with me
as I cruise in my Beemer
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 niggaz
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 niggaz
while they sleepin no relaxin
Keep your eyes open sharp reflexes
Three techses in the Jeep Lexus
just in case police ask us
Street professors
Terror Squad ghetto scholars
Fill the clips off 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
We lock towns like rounds
in the chamber
Boogie Down major like Nine
I bust mine
everytime plus
I'm the crime boss of New York
When we talk to walk the walk
all my niggaz carry chalk
and stalk I prey like The 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 pull a clip for my weapon
and Punish niggaz
till it's armaggedeon
And it's
Here and you don't stop
Twenty shot glock
with the cop killer fill em to the top
Yeah and you don't stop
Joey Crack's 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 blow your whole spot
Yeah and you don't stop
It's still one-eight-seven
on an undercover cop
And it's
Here and you don't stop
Twenty shot glock
with the cop killer fill em to the top
Yeah and you don't stop
Joey Crack's 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 blow your whole spot
Yeah and you don't stop
It's still one-eight-seven
on an undercover cop