Chords for Big Pun - Twinz (Deep Cover '98) (Feat. Fat Joe)

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_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] I'm ready for war, y'all, how you wanna blow they spot?
I know these dirty cops, that'll get us in if [F] we murder some wop.
Hop [B] in your Hummer, the punish is ready.
Hit me at Beatles [B] with noodles, we'll do this new while [F] he slurpin' spaghetti.
[B] Everybody kiss the fuckin' [F] floor, till we crack, fuck [B] em all, if they move, noodle,
[Fm] shoot that fuckin' [Eb] whore.
Dead in the middle of little, littley, little, did we know that we riddle to middle, man,
who didn't do [B] diddly?
It'll be a gold day in hell, the day I take it now.
Make no mistake, for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill.
But still a fat one that you love to hate, tattoo at your mother's waist.
Smack you, then I whack you with my sluggery, yay.
I'll rub your face with the earth and [F] curse your family's children like [B] cavity fillers.
Feel the nerves in [Bb] your cavity fillin', [B] insanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian.
It can't be the anarchy that humanity's feelin'.
A villain without remorse is willing to out the boss forever and take all of cheddar like child support.
I support Pundit, anything he does, [Bb] anything he loves.
I'm a brother [B] from another mother, sympathy, [F] applaud.
A thug nigga [B] just like me, one of the [F] best might be.
Even [B] better, leave the niggas kneeling [F] on they right knee.
[B] Spike Lee, good and pain, a better bitch than you.
Small change, I'm blowin' out your brains.
Hittin' with your hitter with the Mac.
Smack your bitch, [F] nigga, boy, you get [B] stuck.
My bigger figure's itchy, [F] yeah, the fuck?
Trump jewels, [B] cruisin' in the land, [F] pumpin' cash rules.
Last [B] crew to want it, caught a hundred, tryin' to pass through.
That's true.
So who the next to get it?
T.S. the best that did it.
Get it off your chest, get admitted in it.
And it's here, and you don't [F] stop.
20 shot [B] clock with the cop killers, [F] fiddler to the top.
Yeah, [B] and you don't [F] stop.
Joey cracks the [B] rock, that big punk [F] beats the gun's cock.
Yeah, [B] and you don't [A] stop.
Go make it hot, [B] nigga.
What?
Bring it up, [F] blow your whole spot.
[Eb] Yeah, and you don't [F] stop.
It's still [B] 187 on an undercover cop.
Fuck the police, I squeeze first, makin' me third.
Kickin' feet [G] first, do the more of the laundryman, the keeper.
The streets curse, the First Amendment's culturally biased.
[B] The postal suppliers would buy tonight.
I hold my rosary tight as I can.
I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl.
Black girl, Latina, my scene, I'm a keep surreal, you know the deal.
We steal from the rich and keep it peepin'.
It's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freakin'.
Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beamer.
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena.
Kickin' ass is a 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 [F] right there.
So beware, it's red, that nigga's 1B.
We bust weak and [B] let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets.
For peace, [G] I'm on the streets deep.
But no [F] compassion, Puerto Rico's known for [B] slashing.
Capture niggas while they [F] sleepin', no relaxin'.
[G] Keep your eyes open, sharp [F] reflexes.
Three [B] techers in the key flexes, desiccate the defesters.
Street professors, severed squat, [Bb] ghetto scholars.
Full eclipse [B] mob, inflicts the free regard when the metal hollers.
Better acknowledge or get knocked [Bb] down until I'm [B] locked and shot down.
Had to be good and make me put my Glock down.
We lock towns like rounds in the chamber.
Boogie down major like nine.
I bust mine every time, plus I'm the crime.
I'm the boss of New York, where we talk the walk the walk.
While my [F] niggas carry chalk and [B] stalk.
I pray like a [F] predator.
Whoever want it, go [Bm] and get it.
Set it, baby, and I'm a [Bbm] barrier.
[B] So remember this squad that [F] I'm reppin'.
I full eclipse with [B] my weapon and punish niggas till it's [G] Armageddon.
[B] Yeah, and you don't [F] stop.
20 shot [B] Glock with the cop killer [F] still up to the top.
[B] Yeah, and you don't [Db] stop.
Joey cracks [B] the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked.
Yeah, and you don't [F] stop.
We'll make it hot, [B] nigga.
Why?
Bring it [F] up on your own spot.
[B] Yeah, and you don't stop.
It's still 187 on the number [F] of the gun.
[B] Yeah, and you don't [F] stop.
20 shot [B] Glock with the cop killer [F] still up to the top.
Yeah, [B] and you don't [F] stop.
Joey cracks [B] the rock, and Big Pun [F] keeps the guns cocked.
[B] Yeah, and you don't [F] stop.
We'll make it hot, [B] nigga.
Why?
Bring it up on your own spot. _ _ _ _ _ _ _