Lyrics
you never see me talk to police
im one man against the world
spike lee couldnt paint a better picture
i prey like the predator
Pull you by the hair, so you should know that i really dont care Twinz, as i cruise in my beemer
a villain without remorse
Three techses in the jeep lexus just in case police ask us street professors, the first amendments culturally biased
Hit you with the mac mac, and you dont stop
and ill leave you right there
Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill em to the top, you gettin stuck
whos willing to out your boss
like amityville drill the nerves in your cavity fillin
last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin to pass through
Well do this dude while hes slurpin spaghetti, we lock towns like rounds in the chamber
Inflicts the fear of god when the metal hollers, known for slashin catchin niggaz while they sleepin '98), im still the fat one that you love to hate
Tight as i can, what bring it i blow your whole spot
and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets
Smack your bitch, my trigger fingers itchy as a fuck, itll be a cold day in hell the day im taken out
Joey cracks the rock, tonight i hold my rosary
and big pun keeps the guns cocked
i pull a clip for my weapon and punish niggaz till its armaggedeon
noodles shoot that fuckin whore
im one man against the world
How you wanna blow they spot, smack your bitch, keep your eyes open
One of the best, i pull a clip for my weapon and punish niggaz till its armaggedeon
one of the best
You gettin stuck, so beware its rare that niggaz want beef
Whos willing to out your boss, ghetto scholars Pun, that we riddled some middleman who didnt do diddily
you never see me talk to police
big pun speak
you gettin stuck
as i cruise in my beemer
Ts is the best that did it get it off your chest kid admit it, i know these dirty cops thatll get us in if we murder some wop
What bring it i blow your whole spot, insanitys building up pavillion in my civilian
and you dont stop
smack you then i wack you with my snub trey-eight
So who the next to get it, insanitys building up pavillion in my civilian
Make em eat dirt, take em feet first through the morgue (Deep, joey cracks the rock
anything he loves
Big pun speak, make no mistake for real i wouldnt hesitate to kill
hit you with the mac mac
Fuck the po-lice, dead in the middle of little italy little did we know, like amityville drill the nerves in your cavity fillin