I'll leave you right there So beware it's rare that niggas want beef, Big Pun speak And let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion Puerto Ricans known for slashing catching niggas while they sleeping No relaxing, keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes Three techses in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars Full-a-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers Better acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and shot down Heather B. Couldn't 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 boss of New York Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk And stalk, I prey like the Predator Whoever want it, go and get it set it baby and I'ma bury ya So remember the Squad that I'm repping I fill a clip of my weapon and Punish niggas till it's armaggedeon Yeah, and you don't stop! (Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers fill 'em to the top) Yeah, and you don't stop! Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked) Yeah, and you don't stop! (We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot Yeah, and you don't stop! It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop