Deep Cover
Fat Joe Lyrics


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Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready
Meet me at Vito's with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti
Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack
Buck 'em all if they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
That we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly

It'll be a cold day in hell the day I take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the fat one that you love to hate
Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you then I whack you with my snub trey-eight

I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
Like Amityville I drill the nerves in your cavity filling
Insanity's building a pavilion in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing
A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss
Forever and take all the cheddar like child support

I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves
My brother from another mother sent from the above
A thug nigga just like me, one of the best, might 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 brains gettin' richer

Hit you with the Mac, smack your bitch, nigga what?
You getting stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck

Truck jewels, cruising in the Land, pumping "Cash Rules"
Last crew to want it caught a hundred trying to pass through

That's true (so who the next to get it?)
TS the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it and it's)

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 187 on an undercover cop

Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt
Take 'em feet first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth
The street's cursed, the first amendment's culturally biased
Supposed to supply us with rights, tonight I hold my rosary tight as I can
I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl
Black Pearl Latina mas fina but keeps it real
You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it
Peep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it

Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena
Kicking ass as I blast off heat, and
You never see me talk to police, though
You should know that I really don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and 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 TECs is 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 reppin'
I fill a clip of my weapon and Punish niggas 'til it's Armageddon

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 187 on an undercover cop (how you feelin'?)
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 187 on an undercover cop (how you feelin'?)

Overall Meaning

The song 'Deep Cover' by Fat Joe is a collaboration with Big Pun that talks about their journey in the world of crime. The song talks about the notorious things they have done and boasts about their street credibility. The lyrics of the song rhyme very well, which makes it pleasing to listen to. The opening lines show how they are ready for war, wanting to blow a spot, and planning to murder someone. The lines "Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know That we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly" tells the story of the accidental killing of mafia members, a thing the duo didn't know would happen.


Fat Joe's part of the song shows his love for violence and his readiness to do whatever it takes to retain his position in the game. The line "I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children/Like Amityville I drill the nerves in your cavity filling" shows his brutality and how he would go the extra mile to make sure he wins. Big Pun's part of the song, on the other hand, boasts about his street credibility and how he is a thug just like Fat Joe. This song solidified the street credibility of both artists and made them more famous in the hip-hop community.


Line by Line Meaning

Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
Are you ready to attack and take down our enemies?


I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
I know some corrupt police officers who will assist us if we kill some Italian-Americans.


Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready
Get into your vehicle, Punisher is prepared for action.


Meet me at Vito's with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti
Let's meet at Vito's restaurant with Noodles so we can take down our target while he's busy eating spaghetti.


Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack
Everyone, get down on the ground, Joey Crack commands it.


Buck 'em all if they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore
Shoot anyone who tries to resist, Noodles, kill the woman too.


Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
We were unaware that we would be killing people in the heart of Little Italy.


That we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly
We killed people who were in the middle of some illegal activity, but they were not the main culprits.


It'll be a cold day in hell the day I take an L
I will never admit defeat.


Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I am not afraid to take someone's life if I need to.


I'm still the fat one that you love to hate
I am still the overweight person that you dislike and criticize.


Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you then I whack you with my snub trey-eight
I'll find you at your mother's funeral and hit you, then kill you with my revolver.


I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
I'll erase your existence and damn your future generations to come.


Like Amityville I drill the nerves in your cavity filling
Like the Amityville horror house, I'll cause you great pain.


Insanity's building a pavilion in my civilian
My civilian persona is being overwhelmed by my madness.


The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing
My firearm causes chaos and destruction that people have to deal with.


A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss
I am a ruthless villain, willing to betray even my boss.


Forever and take all the cheddar like child support
I plan to seize and keep all the money, just like child support payments.


I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves
I endorse everything that Pun does or enjoys.


My brother from another mother sent from the above
Punisher is my friend and ally sent from a higher power.


A thug nigga just like me, one of the best, might be
Punisher is a criminal-minded person, like me, who is highly skilled, perhaps even better than me.


Even better leaving niggas kneeling on they right knee
He is so good that he could make our enemies kneel down on one knee.


Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
Our scenario is so well crafted and executed that Spike Lee couldn't make a better portrayal.


You small change, I'm blowing out your brains gettin' richer
You are worth very little while I shoot and kill you, making myself richer.


Hit you with the Mac, smack your bitch, nigga what?
I'll hit you with my MAC-10 machine gun and slap your wife too, what are you gonna do?


You getting stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck
You are going to get shot, my trigger finger is very impatient.


Truck jewels, cruising in the Land, pumping "Cash Rules"
We are driving in our pickup truck with valuable loot, blasting the song "Cash Rules".


Last crew to want it caught a hundred trying to pass through
Our previous foes lost their lives as they attempted to cross our path.


TS the best that did it
We are the best crew that has accomplished our tasks.


Get it off your chest kid admit it and it's
Speak up, confess your shortcomings, and it's all cool.


Yeah, and you don't stop
All of this non-stop action and violence will not come to a halt.


(Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers fill 'em to the top)
Our Glock 9mm loaded with 20 rounds of bullets that can kill police officers easily.


(Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked)
I sell drugs while Punisher keeps his guns loaded and ready to fire.


(We'll make it hot nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot)
We will make the area so hot and dangerous that our enemies will flee or we'll kill them all.


It's still 187 on an undercover cop
We will still kill anyone, including undercover cops.


Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt
I hate the police and will shoot them first, making them fall and dirty themselves.


Take 'em feet first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth
We will drag their corpses through the morgue backwards and bury them deep in the ground.


The street's cursed, the first amendment's culturally biased
The streets are under a curse, while the first amendment doesn't apply equally to all cultures and classes.


Supposed to supply us with rights, tonight I hold my rosary tight as I can
The first amendment is meant to give us rights, but tonight, I pray while holding my rosary tightly.


I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl
I am alone in this world, except for my woman who is my companion.


Black Pearl Latina mas fina but keeps it real
My girlfriend is beautiful, of black ancestry, and of Latin origin, who is honest and authentic.


You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it
We take from the wealthy, and keep the money for ourselves.


Peep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it
You can see and hear us go back and forth while making music, and having sex too.


Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer
Come get inside my BMW and drive around with me slowly.


All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena
The children in the impoverished areas call me The Godfather.


Kicking ass as I blast off heat, and
I am beating up people while shooting them with my gun.


You never see me talk to police, though
I will never cooperate with the police, and they won't see me do so, either.


You should know that I really don't care
You should understand that I genuinely don't care about anything.


Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right there
I'll grab you by the hair, cut your throat, and abandon you at that location.


So beware it's rare that niggas want beef, Big Pun speak
Beware that people seldom want to fight, but when Big Pun speaks, you should be scared.


And let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets
We will teach these losers how to operate in the streets, and we'll make them aware of our activities.


Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion
I don't like peace, I control the streets with no pity or kindness towards anyone.


Puerto Ricans known for slashing, catching niggas while they sleeping
Puerto Ricans are notorious for cutting people; catching them off-guard while sleeping is their favorite way to do it.


No relaxing, keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
Stay alert, don't let your guard down, and keep sharp reflexes.


Three TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us
We have three TEC-9 automatic pistols in the Jeep Lexus in case the police try and apprehend us.


Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars
We are experts on the streets, part of the Terror Squad, and are knowledgeable of the ghetto way of life.


Full-a-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers
We are the type of mob who carries fully-loaded guns, and when we open fire, everyone runs away in fear.


Better acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and shot down
You have a choice, either give respect or get physically obliterated until the point of arrest or death.


Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down
Even if Heather B. asked me to disarm myself, I still wouldn't put down my Glock pistol.


We lock towns like rounds in the chamber
Figuratively, we control entire towns the same way bullets are loaded into a firing chamber of a gun.


Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine
We are from Boogie Down Bronx, a major borough, and I will use my gun to take down my enemies.


Every time plus I'm the crime boss of New York
I am notorious for my crimes, and I am the leader of all criminal activities in New York City.


Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk
We were taught to execute our plan precisely; all my comrades are also armed with deadly weapons.


And stalk, I prey like the Predator
I hunt my prey just like the Predator alien species in the movie franchise.


Whoever want it, go and get it set it baby and I'ma bury ya
If anyone desires to confront us, they should go ahead and try, and I'll be the one to kill them.


So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'
Don't forget which organization that I represent which is the Terror Squad.


I fill a clip of my weapon and Punish niggas 'til it's Armageddon
I load my gun clip with bullets, and I'll defeat my targets until it's the end of the world.


It's still 187 on an undercover cop (how you feelin'?)
We'll still kill cops, whether hidden or not, and how does that make you feel?




Lyrics © JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Christopher Rios, Colin Fitzroy Wolfe, Joseph Cartagena

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@MartinParishev

He is not fat ...
He is just full with lyrics ...
R.I.P Big Punisher

@shanebakker6132

Martin Parishev facts #RIPBigPun

@H_Eevee

Exactly.

@AngelVazquez-vs9xp

He’s not fat he’s fluffy, can you see the resemblance?

@malikh7761

Angel Vasquez bro if he fell on you at that weight it wouldn’t feel fluffy

@AngelVazquez-vs9xp

@@malikh7761 Have you ever heard of Gabriel Iglesias before?

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@KYXGOLD

1:01 one of the greatest bars in history

@default369

All the censorship Is annoying asf

@DJdeliverance

Yes what's that style of poetry called? Where like every syllables in the whole bar line stanza even are able to rhyme sound the same those are my fav raps

@jbeard4308

@@DJdeliveranceIt’s lyrical talent. Eminem does that too in a lot of songs but I don’t know the name of that style.

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