Twinz Chords by Big Punisher, Fat Joe

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_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] I'm ready for war, yo, how you wanna blow they spot?
I know these dirty cops, that'll get us in if we [F] murder some wild
Hop in [B] your Hummer, the punish is [F] ready Meet me at Beatles with [B] noodles, we'll do
this new while he [F] slurping spaghetti [B] Everybody kiss the fucking floor, [F] don't be
cracked Fuck em [B] all if they move, noodle shoot that
fucking whore Dead in the middle of little, littley, little
did we know that we riddle to middle man who didn't do diddly
It'll be a cold day and hell the day I take it now
Make no mistake for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still a fat one that you love to hate, catch you at your mother's waist
Smack you then I whack you with my stuffed tree, yay
I'll rub your face off the earth and curse your [F] family's [B] children
Like cavity fillers, drill the nerves in your cavity fillers
Insanity's building a pavilion in my pavilion It can't be the anarchy that humanity's feeling
A villain without remorse is willing to out the boss
[Bb] Forever in [B] tape, ball of cheddar like child support
I support punning anything he does, anything he does
Another brother from another mother, sympathy [F] of love
A thug nigga [B] just like me, one of the [F] best might [B] be
Even better leaving niggas kneeling on they right knee
Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture You small change, I'm blowing out your brain
Getting richer, hit you with the max Smack your bitch, nigga, [F] what, you getting
stuck [B] My finger fingers itchy, get [F] the fuck
Tried jewels, [B] cruisin' in the lamp, up [F] in cash rules
Last crew [B] to want it, caught a hundred, tryna [F] pass through
That's [B] true, so who the next to get it?
T.S. the best that did it
Get it off your chest, get [F] admitted in this
Yeah, [B] and you don't [Db] stop
20 shot [B] clock with the cop killer, fiddler to the top
Yeah, and you don't [F] stop
Joey cracks the [B] rock, that big punk, he's the gun's cock
Yeah, and you don't [F] stop
We'll make it hot, [B] nigga, what, bring it up, blow [F] your whole spot
Yeah, [B] and you don't [F] stop
It's [B] still 187 on the neck of a cop
Fuck the police, I'll squeeze first, make a knee curve
Take [F] em feet [B] first, do the more of the Lord, come in the key first
The streets curse, the first amendment's culturally biased
As opposed to suppliers, but right tonight I hold my [Bb] rosary tight as I can
[B] I'm one man against the world, it's me and my girl
Black girl, Latina, my spina, but keeps it real, you know the deal
We steal from the rich [F] and keep it peepin', it's no [G] secret
Watch me and Joe go [F] back and forth from free creep
With me, as I cruise in my Beamer, all the kids in the ghetto
Call me Don Cartagena, kickin' ass, it's a blast off heat
And you never see me talk to police
[B] Bro, you should know that I really don't care
[F] Do ya by the hair, slit [B] your throat, and I leave you [Bb] right there
So beware, it's [B] red, that niggas want big
Flip front [Bb] street, and let [B] these motherfuckers know how we run the street
Fuck peace, I'm on the streets deep, with no [F] compassion
Puerto Ricans known for [B] slashing cats and niggas while they sleepin'
No relaxin', keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
Three seconds in the key flexes, desiccate these bastards
Street professors, several squad, ghetto godless, full eclipse mob
It's mixed with fear of dark when the metal hollers
Better acknowledge I'll get knocked down until I'm knocked and shot down
Had to be good and make me put my clock down
We lock towns like rhymes in a chain, but boogie down main till I nod
I bust mine every time, plus I'm the crime boss of New York
Where we taught to walk the walk, while my [F] niggas carry chalk and stalk
[B] I pray like a predator, [F] whoever want it, go and [B] get it
Set it, baby, and [Bb] I'mma bury ya
So [B] remember this squad that I'm [F] reppin'
I'm full [Bb] equipped with my [B] weapon and punish niggas till it's Armageddon
Yeah, and you don't stop
20 shot block with the cop, kill a Philip to the top
Yeah, and you don't [F] stop
Joey cracks the [B] rock, and Big Pun keeps [F] the guns cocked
Yeah, [B] and you don't [Db] stop
We'll make it hot [B] nigga, why?
Bring it up, blow [F] your whole spot
Yeah, [B] and you don't stop
It's still 187 on the number of [F] a gun
Yeah, [B] and you don't [Db] stop
20 shot [B] block with the cop, kill a [F] Philip to the top
Yeah, [B] and you don't [F] stop
Joey cracks the [B] rock, and Big Pun [F] keeps the guns cocked
Yeah, [B] and you don't [F] stop
We'll make it hot [B] nigga, why?
Bring it up, blow your whole spot
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