Beatnuts - Off The Books Lyrics
[big punisher]Hey yo its all love, but loves got a thin lineAnd puns got a big nine, respect crime but not when it reflect mineThe shit Im on is wrong but it lasts longPull a fast one, then punll wake up, with the stash goneIm mad strong, and my cream is fastSmoke the greenest grass, my ***** got the meanest assAnd a taste legit, I dont have to waste a whole case of cristAll it takes is my pretty face and my gangsta witLace the click, cause we all shareIts all fair like love and war, thug galore with the long hairBig pun, pun the name that makes the kids runLike spelling murder reverse it deliver redrumCome one, come all, if you wanna brawlIm the mighty thor clotheslining mother*****ers like steven segallCause all you gonna get, is your ass kicked or up in a casketThats it (thats it? ) thats it[cuban link]Punisher bash it, at last its, rappers that really blast shitCats getting big willie niggaz like billy bathgateUp in jimmys cafe, havin caviarCrackin cristal at the bar, smokin cigars, livin largeWe rob and steal, run with the mob, doin jobs for billsIm hard to kill for real nigga guard your grillI like to chill, spark an l and get highIm one hell of a guy, fly pelican fly[juju]Whattup duke-o, you know, politickin papi chucoIm out here, watching for jake, getting this loot thoughShoot bro, I got a waterproof suit yoSwervin like a a.k.a. in beirut yoSqueezin, out of automatic m3s andPlease, you aint seen no thugs like theseI can tell you lots of things thatll make you believeIn corona yo its better to take than to receive[psycho les]Your careers on life support, and ima pull the plugAnd have every thug shootin that beatnut drugIn they blood, no escapin thisNiggaz is goin over their favorite shit (for what? ) to be tapin thisWorld premier, loud and clearLye and beer, get the dough, blow up the showDissapear, jump in the cavalierFeelin marvelous, street pharmacist, twist arbolesFor pleasure, bring your territory severKeep my workers under pressure got em sayin ***** lesterBut thats aight duke-o, my heart nowadays too coldDont give a ***** where you been what you doneWhere you go, you know, peep this favoriteIn black shades like a secret, agentWere night thieves, roll up on you sleevesWe light trees, bust these and stack cheeseIts off the hook this yearMakin mad money off the books this year, aint nothinBut crooks in hereGettin mad money off the books this year(repeat 2x)Go! (64x)
