Off the Books

Lyrics

[Intro] ("You better watch your step!") ("You better watch your step!") [Verse 1: Big Punisher] Ayo, it's all 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 lasts long Pull a fast one on Pun and wake up with your stash gone I'm mad strong, and my cream is fast Smoke the greenest grass, my bitch got the meanest ass And it taste legit, I don't have to waste a whole case of Crist' All it takes is my pretty face and my gangsta wit Lace the clique, 'cause we all share It's all fair like love and war, thug galore with the long hair Big Pun, Pun, the name that makes the kids run Like spelling murder reversed and deliver redrum Come one, come all, if you wanna brawl, I'm the mighty Thor Clotheslining motherfuckers like Steven Seagal 'Cause all you're gonna get, is your ass kicked or up in a casket That's it (That's it?) That's it! [Verse 2: Cuban Link] Punisher pass it, at last, it's rappers that really blast shit Cats getting Big Willie niggas like Billy Bathgate Up in Jimmy's Cafe, having caviar Crackin' Cristal at the bar, smokin' cigars, living large We rob and steal, run with the mob, doing jobs for bills I'm hard to kill for real, nigga, guard your grill I like to chill, spark an L and get high I'm one hell of a guy, "Fly, pelican, fly!" [Verse 3: JuJu] "What up, duke-o?" You know, politicking, papi chuco I'm out here, watching for Jake, getting this loot though Shoot, bro – I got a waterproof suit, yo Swervin' like a A.K.A. in Beirut, yo, squeezin' Out of automatic M3's 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: Psycho Les] Your career's on life support, and I'ma pull the plug And have every thug shootin' that Beatnut drug In they blood, no escapin' this Niggas is goin' over their favorite shit ("For what?") To be tapin' this ("What!") World premiere, loud and clear, lah and beer Get the dough, blow up the show, disappear Jump in the Cavalier, feelin' marvelous Street pharmacist, twist árboles For pleasure, bring your territory terror Keep my workers under pressure, got 'em saying "Fuck Lester" But that's aight, duke-o – my heart nowadays, too cold Don't give a fuck where you been, what you done Where you go, you know? Peep this, stay bent In black shades like a secret agent We're night thieves, roll up on you like sleeves We light trees, bust deez, and stack cheese [Chorus: The Beatnuts, (sample)] It's off the hook this year (Cheddar) Makin' mad money off the books this year ("You better watch your step!") Ain't nothin' but crooks in here Gettin' mad money off the books this year It's off the hook this year Gettin' mad money off the books this year ("You better watch your step!") Ain't nothin' but crooks in here Gettin' mad money off the books this year (Yeah!) [Outro] Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go ("You better watch your step!") Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go ("You better watch your step!") Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go ("You better watch your step!") Go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go ("You better watch your step!")