Artist: The Beatnuts
Album: Stoned Crazy
Off the Books
Chorus:
(scratch)
You betta watch yo step...
Verse 1:
Yo I saw 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 last long
Make a fast one and Pun'll wake up with the stash gone
Mad strong and my cream is fast, smoke the greenest grass
My bitch got the meanest ass,
And for the taste of it, I don't have to waste a whole case o' Chris
All it takes is my pretty face and my gangster wit,
Lace the clit cause we all share, it's all fare like love and war
thug love with the long hair,
Big Pun, Pun, the name that makes the kids run,
Spelled like murder reversed, and livin' red rum,
Come one come all, if you wanna brawl, I'm the mighty don,
Clotheslining muthafucka 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
Verse 2:
Punish ya bastard at last it's rappers that really lasted,
Cash gettin' big willie rappers like billy bafgate,
Doin' Jimmy's Casket havin' caviar, crackin chris stile at the bar
smokin cigars livin' large, we rob but still
Roll with the mob doin' jobs for bills,
I'm hard to kill nigga guard your grill,
I like to chill spark an elegant high, I'm one hell of a guy,
So fly pelican fly...
Verse 3:
Word up Ducco, you got me politickin Father Chucco,
I'm out here, watchin for Jay and this loot though,
Shoot bro, I got a waterproof suit yo,
Swervin like an AKA in Beirut yo,
Squeezin, out of automatic M3s 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...
Verse 4:
Your career's on life support, and I'm (gonna) pull the plug
And have every thug showin' that beatnut drug in they blood,
No escapin' this, Nigga gas is goin' over they faith and shit,
For what, till we tapin' it,
World Premiere, Loud and Clear, Live and bare,
Get the dough, blow up the show, disappear,
Jump in the cavalier, filled with marvelous, street varmints
Twist eye bullets, for pleasure bring my territories' treasure,
God I'm saying fuck master,
But that's aight Ducco my heart nowadays too cold,
Don't give a fuck where you been what you done where you go,
You know? Peep this statement, in black shades like a secret agent,
My night thieves, roll up on you like sleeves, we light trees,
Bust these and stack cheese,
It's off the books this year - Cheddar - Makin' mad money off the books
this year,
Ain't nuthin but crooks in here, gettin' mad money off the books this
year
(repeat)
Chorus, scratches...