1.Intro
2.Beatnuts Forever
Feat. Triple Seis And Marlon 'perro' Manson
Lyricist：Lester Fernandez, Samuel Garcia, Labi Siffre, Jerry Tineo,
Danny Wolfe
Yo, yo hey, what chu gonna do, what chu gonna do？
Hey yo, tell me Beatnuts, yo what chu gonna do？
Turn it out, turn it out
Uh, turn it out, uh, turn it out
Hey yo, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out
Uh, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out
Yo where my niggaz at？ Buy up the bar roll a trizzie
Right out of the jar and let the bullets fly outta they car
Put the pressure on whatever they are
Live niggaz yo, you gotta hit the head or the heart
Oh, it's money man？ Handle your biz we the ones
That'll strangle your kids, make the pit bulls mangle your Wiz
Make it hotter than Los Angeles is
'Cause if we don't see a profit kid, nobody lives
Aiyyo we run up in the club and herb every bouncer
Run up on stage and snatch a mic from the announcer
Beatnuts, don't get it twisted, this ain't salsa
Les the one that signed your bitch's chest like a voucher
I'm about ta, turn it up a little louder
Beats smack a little harder, got you sayin' how the
Hell did you do that over there？
Twist up nigga, there's Buddha in the air and
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out, out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out, out
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out, out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out, out
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout
Yo, aiyyo somethin' better happen tonight, I got money
And the bitches is right, plus I ain't thinkin' 'bout startin' a
fight
But if I do I'll be the last nigga standin'
Sippin' J.D. at the bar, holdin' the cannon
My niggaz get wild like that, yo we don't even
Like to smile like that, c'mon I'm takin' it to trial like that
Catch me chillin' at the VIP's
All the bitches like pointin' at me, you know it's me, what？
We're bout to turn it out turn it out
(I repeat)
Put it out and let the DJ's burn it out
As soon as, the needle drop, it got your crew bouncin'
Beatnuts, feelin' this, through the 2000
Rapin' loops innocently, cop anything
Produced by me, and win instantly, yo
This is that shit you gonna peep in your CD
Beatnuts and my nigga Greg N I C E
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out, out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out, out
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out, out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out, out
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout
And if you drink Hennessey, say oh yeah
And wave yo' Dutch masters in the air
Drink Hennessey, say oh yeah
And wave yo' Dutch masters in the air
Drinkin' Hennessey, say oh yeah
Wave yo' Dutch masters in the air
Drinkin' Hennessey, say oh yeah
Wave yo' Dutch masters in the air
Drinkin' Moet, say oh yeah
Wave yo' Dutch masters in the air
Drinkin' Alize, say oh yeah
Wave yo' Dutch masters in the air
Fellas say hoe, ladies shake your butts
Greg N I C E, with the Beatnuts
Fellas say hoe, ladies shake your butts
Greg N I C E, with the Beatnuts
Fellas say hoe, ladies shake your butts
Greg N I C E, with the Beatnuts
Fellas say hoe, ladies shake your butts
Greg N I C E, with the Beatnuts
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just check it out
Check it out, just check it out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just check it out
Check it out, just check it out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just check it out
Check it out, just check it out
Ah Brick land, it's time to turn it out
Chi-Town, New Orleans turn it out
D.C., Atlanta, turn it out, Philly, Miami, turn it out
V-A, Houston turn it out, B-more, Detroit
We got to turn it out out
Ah, dance, dance and don't stop, c'mon
Ah, dance, dance and don't stop, c'mon
Ah, dance, dance and don't stop, c'mon
Ah, dance, dance and don't stop, c'mon
3.Muchachacha
Can i hit that？
It's willie stubz and beatnuts, beatnuts and willie stubz
What up, real pimp niggas on the cut, what up
Uh huh, let's blaze it
Yo check it out yo
I hit the world unexpected like a meteor shower
Twist l's, hennesey sour, pass on the powder
Make an entrance like a vigilante wit a vengence
Fight for independence, like my descendants
Write a whole chapter, compressed in one sentence
I blast in an instance, america's most makin a toast
Fine women playin us close
Underground to the street level
Money and jewels we embezzle
Never play the fool for the devil
The temptation is there to hug you like a grizzly bear
Fuckin wit the wild life, beware
Willie stubz the underboss and i move wit force
When po-po take a loss i have no remorse
You know the deal, only blazin shit that could feel
Beatnuts be movin the crowd like blue steel
Cho-cha-cha, that's the three course meal
'cha cha cha, forward back
Cha cha cha cha, back forward'
Yo i pop up like sicles
When you ain't on point like hard nipples
I flow, y'all clowns merely trickle
Like hot sweat down a fat bitch ass cheek
I'm so nice that i'm not, call me nasty
I bite my toenails and spit em at wack niggas
I used to sell crack, now i'm gettin rap figgas
Too hype to be unsigned, so i unwind, puffin on vines, baby and
nines
Till the spotlight is mine, pullin up in the lex truck
Wit four chrome rims, ha for the best buck
Three tv's and twelve-changer cd's
Bumpin everything from beatnuts to the bee gee's
Ain't nuttin funny like missy wit her hee-hee's
Mc's get popped but not wit no bibi's
Swing calhoun and styles like sassoon
Vidal, fuck a trial give me hundreds for miles
'cha cha cha, forward back
Cha cha cha cha, ？put it on me？'
You don't know the half so
Sit down fatso, watch me blast boats like gas blows
Outta assholes, i'm on a roll
So butter me, bitches wanna mother me
Take they bras off and smother me
Irkin me, for an appointment
Cuz they love jerkin me off the ointment
It's pyscho, the new pimp, the new pimp
Dead all the bullshit, get wit this new hit
As i hit the bong so, stay puff like sean combs
Bang heads like bongos, you get the ＊gong sound＊ like the gong
show
Catch you comin out the tree spot
Cripple you wit a knee drop
Now you struttin real cute like a peacock
Personal injuries when faces run into these
Y'all niggas need more treats, fuck them keyboard beats
Hip hop hippy, jump in my whippy
Light up the clippy and let the vibes hit me, c'mon
'cha cha cha, forward back
Cha cha cha cha, back forward'
Yo i used to spit outta anger, now i just spit out a banger
Flip and pull your lungs out wit a hanger
I'm not a trouble-making nigga, but i handle my beef
You on some eric b. shit like 'what happened to peace？'
Got no problem wit smashin teeth, fuckin your wife
Robbin you nigga, kidnappin your niece
Bless your cheek wit a permanent crease
I'm a problem you don't need
Y'all probably go run for police
Y'all could sell all the drugs in the world
Hang wit all the thugs in the world
Won't be the first hole that i dug in the world
Taste dick when you kissin your girl？
Well you should cuz she swallow more nut than a squirrel nigga
'cha cha cha, forward back
Cha cha cha cha, back forward
Cha cha cha, forward back
Cha cha cha cha, back foward'
＊swinger talking shit to the end＊
4.I Love It
(female voice sings throughout song)
I love it (ha, i know ya do)
I love it (i know ya do)
I love it
(psycho les)
You need to save all your bullshit threats and drama
For the news guy
Niggas need to act their age
And not their shoe size
(juju)
Spittin' it raw
Spittin' til you slip on the floor
I make you girl not want you no more
You want war？
(psycho les)
Step to your label make 'em dish out all the cash in the place
before
I hafta punch somebody's ass in the face
(juju)
Yo, yo, the ugliest thug never runnin' out of money in clubs
Got the crib with the african rugs
(psycho les)
Baggin' hoes by the carload
They call me mr. charmo
Break into their crib and disconnect the star alarm-o
(juju)
Yo, big fish eat little fish, you little bitch
You ticklish, i push niggas up like licorice
(psycho les)
You wanna be a big baller, but you travelin'
Talk about battlin', nigga stop babblin'
(juju)
Yo, when the first body touches the ground
Alot of blood gushes around, my silencer crushes the sound
Jigged out patch your glazy suits, pimpin' hoes in daisy dukes
Beatnuts flip the most amazing loot
I love it
(psycho les)
What you love, losin' with a push and a shove
Who you think lent oj the glove？
I love it
(juju)
When we bang hardcore
Make you slam on the hard floor
And do a backspin on the cardboard
I love it
(psycho les)
Show me your love
Jump from 20 stories above so i can write my name in your blood
I love it
(juju)
Why？ cause we own cribs, own whips and chrome rims
Bone skins with silicone tits
I love it (i know ya do, i know ya do)(repeat 4x)
(psycho les)
You gettin' fidgety
Thinkin' of ways of gettin' rid of me
I scream on bitches like you
You ain't shit to me
I'll punch you while you talk on the phone
Walkin' alone
Park, even wait for you in front of your home
You should stop it
You can't even rhyme
Seen you front like a million times
Plus your knuckles ain't fuckin' with mine
Can't live without crossing the line
Busted my nine so money if you want it just follow the sign
(juju)
Huh, it's the beat programmer
Flip a beat
I'll flippin' beat ya sweet old gramma
(psycho les)
I'm in it 400%
Anybody gettin' it bent
Get hit with a block of cement
(juju)
Yo i stay high like a stewardess
Fuckin' with this, it's ludicrous
I just boned your bitch
Now she makin' me tuna fish
(psycho les)
I whistle you a rhyme offbeat
Try to listen everytime i speak
Bite my meat
(juju)
Oh, that was you？
Pickin' up the gold lobster
I thought you one for droppin' and poppin' the most caca
(psycho les)
Yo i spit it with the deli in ten
I don't really care who it offend
None of you niggas is payin' my rent
(juju)
Yo i hope you talk and lots of green
If not, why you stoppin' me？
Pullin' my arm, like a slot machine
(psycho les)
Yo take the money and run
Ju stay on some cowboy shit
Give me some whiskey and a fuckin' gun
I love it (i know ya do, i know ya do) (repeat 4x)
5.Slam Pit - Feat. Cuban Link And Common
'i'm hard to kill, for real, nigga guard your grill' --＞ cuban
link
Yo, yo, yo flipmode is how this nigga roll
Finger on the trigger low, quick to lick a shot for that bigger
pot of gold
Lock and load, my heavy metal rock and rolls
If you gotta go you gotta go, that's part of the show
My heart is cold like a nautica nailin niggaz like carpenters
Stalkin the hardest squadrons, spark em from new york to
arkansas
Watchin the projects is how i got my logic
Economics is pickin pockets then we split the profit
The only shit i pop is what my glock spit
Watch for the cops since we spark the chocolate
Cause the blocks are hotter than the fuckin tropics
In topless bars, college girls with no bras
My whole squad got blow jobs smokin godfather cigars
Live large like scarface, parlayin to far place
No car chasin, she's watchin all the stars in space
Safe and sound in my playground with my tre pound
Got eighty rounds just in case clowns wanna play around
I lay it down for them non-believers
Them non-achievin niggaz that wanna be leaders but can never
beat us
Y'all better greet us if you ever see us (word up)
Ts, beatnuts, double up, but grab your motherfuckin heaters
Sample interlude
,slammin mc's on cement--
,the beats, the nuts--
,got you froze like gun point--
,it's the hard-little pistol packin--
It's the control freak, leave you with a whole in your cheek
Worst attitude in rap, ju stay in the streets
I gotta eat, the only thing i'm playin is keeps
Your beats cost a lotta money but they sound real cheap
You sound weak, anemic, like you get no sleep
Fuckin with me, you outta your mind？ get outta your jeep
Ya know i'm gonna beat you till the police come
And tell niggaz who the fuck i got that roly from
,psycho les--
Yeah, ugh, what...jump out the rover and let you know its over
And grab you with a crowbar and snap you in a coma
Drug you with my music son, you'll never sober
While your chicks on my --boing-- on a leather soafer
Chillin there, iced out billionaire
In war clothes blastin as i blast led through your versace
wardrobe
What! motherfuckers
,slammin mc's on cement--
Ugh
,common sense, common's tellin ya--
Picture a king, with heater, holy book, and big rings
Real nigga doin big things interpreting dreams
Off the jim bean, ain't shit sweet for sixteens
My gods got the block sewn to the inseam
I'm on the other side, trying to get green
So i fash and trash that ass at least a day
Warrin with self i battle, the middle eastern way
Bring heat like the months, that's east of may
Casket in the road and saw a new school that knows the old
This memory i hold the scroll, my flow is a road...less traveled
You rock, but been through less gravel
My mystique suggest battle and what have you
Rip a nigga from new york to west coast, chicago
Don't give a fuck where he from he'll get beat like a drum
Till this rap goes numb, seekin the hot medusa from circulation
I strangle this string music, and suffocate a drum
Wanted to be a star till i seen i was the sun／son
Got my weight up like pun
Improvise to get ass, emphasize to get passed
Fuck a mic check, i bring my flow in cash
Talkin to fade
6.Wild, Wild, What!
7.Look Around - Feat. Dead Prez And Cheryl Pepsi Riley
1999
Beatnuts, dead prez
Chorus：
Everytime i look around, i see so much drama goin down
Everytime i look around, i see sp much fakeness goin down
Why i'ma, be stingy when i can share
Why i'ma, be hateful if i could care
Why would i hate my own, and forsake my home
Why would i fuck around and get a jake my chrome
I wouldn't have to stick you if we all could eat
It wouldn't be no need for beef, dyin over streets
We don't even own anyway, you could get bucked off any day
We behind enemy lines, y'all still writin henessy rhymes
While i'm tryin to get a good price for a nine
Feel like my life on the line
That's why a nigga be hype all the time
Ready for the revolution at the drop of a dime
I got a duty to have security for my niggas
A duty to serve the beautiful black sisters
A duty tom stand wit anybody that's wit us
And fully criticize all bullshitters
There should be awards presented, to niggas who fight back
Like panther jackets, or sisters who like gats
I'm a full blooded warrior, ready for change
Recognize any soldier that's doin the same
Because i love who i am, and that means everything to me
My life aint worth a damn unless i'm dealin with reality
When i look myself in the eyes it's just me
And i aint gotta tell nobody no lies i feel free
And i would rather deal with the truth than falsehood
Than bein fake with my people and claimin it's all good
You can't run away from yourself so that's useless
If your word is bond then you don't have to make excuses
Chorus
Yo as i sit and contemplate about the fate of my kids
If i die is the state gon snatch up my kids？
City life, no choice but to live by the knife
Put food on the table at whatever the price
My beautiful wife, all the time cookin precise
When there aint no meat, she bless me with the eggs and the rice
Never think twice, i love you for the rest of my life
That's why i taught you how to shoot when situations get trife
Save the children from the evil that we smell in the air
Used to bein happy, now the feelin is rare
I'ma soldier in the struggle just tryin to prepare
Cuz when the revolution comes it aint gon be fair
Yo it's the beatnuts, dead prez, we connect like tetris
And we comin at the world on some high connections
So turn it up, so we can drop these gems quick
If you on some bullshit, then nigga get the ？eggs split？
There's enough cash, grass, and ass here for you and me
You wanna be greedy, sayin fuck the community
Watch out cuz life's gonna change very soon you see
I really don't believe we could ever have unity
This shit is serious we all tryin to have a milli stash
But love life cuz that's all a nigga really has
Love your fam, cuz that's all you really have
And handle your biz and stop bein a silly ass
Ayo it's gettin, gettin, it's gettin, gettin it's gettin kinda
hectic
Starch burns, so naturally thugs learn to stay vested
You need to learn what psycho les said
So treat others the same way if you wanna be respected
Chorus
8.Cocotaso - Feat. Tony Touch
9.Monster For Music
10.Spelling Beatnuts With Lil' Donny
11.Puffin' On A Cloud
12.Turn It Out - Feat. Greg Nice
Lyricist：Lester Fernandez, Greg Mays, Jerry Tineo
Yo, yo, hey,
Whatchu gon' do, whatchu gonna do？
Hey yo, tell me Beatnuts, yo whatchu gon' do？
Turn it out, turn it out, turn it out, turn it out
Hey yo, come on, come on, come on just turn it out
Come on, come on, come on, just turn it out
Come on, come on, come on, just turn it out
Come on, come on, come on, just turn it out
Yo, where my niggaz at？ Buy up the bar, roll a trizzie
Right out of the jar and let the bullets fly outta they car
Put the pressure on whatever they are
Live niggaz yo, you gotta hit the head or the heart
Oh, it's money man, handle your biz, we the ones
That'll strangle your kids, make the Pitbulls mangle your Wiz
Make it hotter than Los Angeles is
'Cause if we don't see a profit kid, nobody lives
Aiyyo, we run up in the club and herb every bouncer
Run up on stage and snatch a mic from the announcer
Beatnuts, don't get it twisted, this ain't salsa
Les the one that signed your bitch's chest like a voucher
I'm about ta, turn it up a little louder
Beats smack a little harder, got you sayin'
How the hell did you do that over there？
Twist up nigga, there's Buddha in the air and
Come on, come on, come on, just turn it out, out
Come on, come on, come on, just turn it out, out
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
Come on, come on, come on, just turn it out, out
Come on, come on, come on, just turn it out, out
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
Yo, aiyyo, somethin' better happen tonight, I got money
And the bitches is right, plus I ain't thinkin' 'bout
Startin' a fight, but if I do I'll be the last nigga standin'
Sippin' JD at the bar, holdin' the cannon
My niggaz get wild like that, yo, we don't even like to
Smile like that, come on, I'm takin' it to trial like that
Catch me chillin' at the V.I.P's, all the bitches
Like pointin' at me, you know, it's me, what？
We're 'bout to turn it out, I repeat, turn it out
Put it out and let the DJ's burn it out
As soon as the needle drop, it got your crew bouncin'
Beatnuts, feelin' this, through the 2000
Rapin' loops innocently, cop anything
Produced by me and win instantly, yo
This is that shit you gon' peep in your CD
Beatnuts and my nigga Greg N I C E
Come on, come on, come on, just turn it out, out
Come on, come on, come on, just turn it out, out
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
Come on, come on, come on, just turn it out, out
Come on, come on, come on, just turn it out, out
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
And if you drink Hennessey, say, 'Oh yeah'
And wave yo' Dutch masters in the air
Drink Hennessey, say, 'Oh yeah'
And wave yo' Dutch masters in the air
Drinkin' Hennessey, say, 'Oh yeah'
Wave yo' Dutch masters in the air
Drinkin' Hennessey, say, 'Oh yeah'
Wave yo' Dutch masters in the air
Drinkin' Moet, say, 'Oh yeah'
Wave yo' Dutch masters in the air
Drinkin' Alize, say, 'Oh yeah'
Wave yo' Dutch masters in the air
Fellas say, 'Hoe, ladies shake your butts'
Greg Nice with the Beatnuts
Fellas say, 'Hoe, ladies shake your butts'
Greg Nice with the Beatnuts
Fellas say, 'Hoe, ladies shake your butts'
Greg Nice with the Beatnuts
Fellas say, 'Hoe, ladies shake your butts'
Greg Nice with the Beatnuts
Come on, come on, come on, just check it out
Check it out, just check it out
Come on, come on, come on, just check it out
Check it out, just check it out
Come on, come on, come on, just check it out
Check it out, just check it out
Brickland, it's time to turn it out, Chi-Town, New Orleans turn
it out
D.C., Atlanta, turn it out, Philly, Miami, turn it out
V-A, Houston, turn it out, B-more, Detroit - we got to turn it
out out
Dance dance and don't stop, come on
Dance dance and don't stop, come on
Dance dance and don't stop, come on
Dance dance and don't stop, come on
13.Rated R - Feat. Nogoodus
14.Who You're F＊＊kin' Wit
15.Story 2000 - Feat. Patrick Blazy
hey fellaz!! (yeah!)
Can i get a sould clap？？ (yeah)
Hey ladies!! (yeah)
Can i slap that lower back？？(yeah)
Let the beat drop!!
(bout this shorty i met.. couple of days ago and shit..)
Hey yo shorty's off tha bar hook..
Shakin that ass..
She don't mind if we all look
It's all good
Oh yeah mommy let me holla at ya
You won't slip
Throw a dolla at ya
Honey dip was a thug bitch from bucktown
Lookin like she needed a good fuckdown
I was like damn momma you like ecstasy
Like james brown i wanna get it to it like a sex machine
I said yeah i'm feelin everything you do
She said..'oh yeah ain't you that kid from the yuuuuuu!!!'
I said yeah!! as i bit my lips
Hypnotized as while my eyes focused on her tits
I was like by the way whats your name？？(she says)mary chacohn
She knew i was a dog that liked to bury the dong(the bone)
Well thats cool,
Just like i knew she was a bk hoe
That was only down for a tko
Aka blazy i tried to touch her ass
She was like 'shit!! the least you could do is say please!')
I said heres my map, and the flyer wheres my shows at
She tried to get me back for touchin her ass and squeezed the
bozak
I was like whoa!!momma i cought the steel wood,
But she whispered in my ear poppy that feels good
She asked can i have it tonight？？
Yeah before 11, she was like
For sure my nigga round 7
(6：59)brrrrrriiinnnggg!!!!!
So she gave me call around 7：00
She said patrick i really need some of your cock!!
I'm crazy horny i wanna ride the pony!
I told her i gotta long solami and thats no bologna.
So she came to my crib started my mind in the penis
I told her before i bust mommy bahapelogenis
I had her coochy juicy
She had my head dewy
When i pulled out my chewbacha dick she said
Cheeeeeewwwwwwyyyyy!!!
Thats all you heard when i pushed it (yaaaaayyyy)
The phsycho's no joke
And thats no bullshit
I made her come
Like niagra falls
Bam! bam! bam!
With my viagra balls
Like that baby
She scratched my back crazy
Who stroked her ass to sleep
My nigga pat blazy
She said (snoring oy oy oy)
(pitfight pitfight) (from the back)(saga continues)(sleep with
me)(bring them
Belts right here)
This was a true story, but the names have been changed to
protect the innocent
(patrick blazy) (chickens down here ya know)(yellow claw)(yeah
now i ain't
Playin with y'all come on now my nigga pat blazy(big swinger)no
good)(fly away)
16.Watch Out Now
'watch out now!'
Yea, yea.. uh-uh!
Mm-mmm!
Get money, get money!
(get, get money, get money)
(get, get money, get money) uh-uh!
(get) get money, get money (get that money)
(get) get money, get money
Yeah, get money, get money .. 'listen to the first verse'
'watch out now!'
Aiyyo my song's on, i gotta get my grub on some to-to
(i love to-to) order three buckets of mo'-mo'
We gettin more dough, off the books (you gettin gelly)
Pullin more hoes off the looks (you gettin gelly)
You wan' hate me？ cause your wifey, wants a autograph？
From the look in her eyes, i can see she wants more than that
When i see fat asses i make fat passes like quarterback
Beatnuts is alla that, your shit, all the wack
Open can-dela, if you foolin wit mah cheddah
Hardrock, ever since, junior high suela
Fly fella, takin my beats, to make your crowd get up
I'm fed up, niggaz wanna bring it -- whatever!
I'ma storm your pa-rade (pa-rade) blow your legs off
With a gre-nade, now you flappin, like a mermaid
Yappin off, bitch you cough at the lips
While i'm at the bar, baggin, the bartender tips
Then i bag this chick, with a, 'hi,' and the eye
She did the butterfly, rubbin her ass, against my buttonfly
I could already imagine my shit stuck inside
Everytime i strike, haters be like, 'dat fucking guy!'
Chorus： beatnuts + yellaklaw
How's that yo？ it's hard for you to swallow
It don't take much for us to let the metal holla
Lead's bustin out of a old black impala
Thug nigga only fuck wit, muchacha malla
Big ju, dime lo conllo, how we do？, how we do？ (how we do)
(how the girl don't only love me, they love you!)
Whatchu gonna do？ (what, what, what？)
Nigga whatchu gonna do？ (what, yo)
Here's to my pollyin niggaz who campaign
To the killers who be lovin the chicas and champagne
Thugs who get wild in the club and snatch chains
Players who be pimpin the hoes with no brains
Front watch a nigga get shot from close range
The most range, crazy motherfucker won't change
Beatnuts, forever diehard, you want pain？
Cause you walkin outta here breathin is insane
Flip a beat fast, you leave the club with a heat rash
You got a weak stash, came in the club with a free pass
I ain't even know they made a roley for your cheap ass
Makin me laugh, you was in jail wearin kneepads
Now the beef has, gotten over your head
It's over you dead, ranger rover, both of your legs
Til both of us said, platinum gettin took this year
Cause for real, there ain't nothin but crooks in here, nigga
Chorus -＞ beatnuts last line 'whatcha gon' do when beatnuts come
through baby!'
(get money, get money) psycho les
(get money, get money) big ju
(get money, get money) beatnuts
(get money, get money)
(get money, get money)
(get money, get money) throw your hands up, throw your hands up
(get money, get money) throw your hands up, throw your hands
up..
17.You're A Clown - Feat. Biz Markie And Tyler Fernandez
Mm.... drop!
Yes indeed, it's the biz markie with the beatnuts
And i'm gonna count along with this girl like this
One, two we'll come for you
Three, four you better lock your door
Five, six beatnuts in the mix
Seven, eight now let's get it straight
Nine, ten for everybody that slept
You better watch your step
You better watch your step
Now pull it out your pocket
Pull it out your pocket
Biz mark beatnuts we about to rock it
Now pull it out your pocket
Pull it out your pocket
Psycho les baby, i'm about to drop it
I'm just a villain
Chillin in my gangster stand
I cop all my threes from amsterdam
I make them black eyed peas kids say 'that's the jam'
Beatnuts baby back by popular demand
Drop another jam
Sock you and your man
If you don't know by now, blam
Y'all small soldiers wanna blast back
Like a wedgie i'm gonna get up in that asscrack
Feet first
Whip a concert with no rehearse
You wanna spit you gotta talk to me first
The ringleader
Blow your cover
You think we cool cuz i know your mother？
Yo, elegant flow, stomp you like an elephant tho
You only got a little money and you spendin it slow
Anything you gotta say is like irrelevant yo
I need money like i gotta let the president go
From a hostage situation that's surrounded by smoke
In a trailer in the middle of hell, nobody know
It's the junkyard hannibal lec
Snatch the first grabbable tec
And look for any catchable rep
Back in effect, slap you in the back of the neck
I've been holdin this down for a while, show me respect
Rainin the tec and all of that, breakin your neck
It's off the hook this year, two niggas called me collect
＊phone rings＊
Who's this？？
Who's this？？
This is a collect call from... a clown
You're a clown!!!!
I saw you at a party uptown
Nobody even know you, you just standing around
You're a clown!!!!
Don't even try to step outta bounds
Cuz if you drink and start a fight nobody holdin you down
You're a clown!!!!
Lookin through the records i found
It takes more than that for you to duplicate this sound
You're a clown!!!!
My heat'll lift your feet off the ground
Live niggas throw the bacon and move it around
I follow recipe
Over on sesame
This time the kid.... psycho les'll be
On top of the industry
This one's for my niggas in the street
I'm lookin at the situation so i gotta flip a beat
Make your heart skip a beat
So we can all eat
Went from a project kid with a calculator watch
To a rollie, to cashin them royalties
You must be a fool playin with this hungry dog's food
Snap at you with a rude attitude
My troops landin parachutes i hit you with phatter loops
And y'all clowns better show us gratitude
Werd up
Me ＆ les rock the house
Mc's rock the house
The beatnuts rock the house
The rain with the tec rock the house
It's the biz markie as you can see
I got more rhymes than muhammed ali
I'm one in a million just like aaliyah
You look at me and say mama mia!
I sing funky records most definitely
Ain't no other mc that can mess with me
I know my man les you remember music factory
With rhymin big sam rest in peace you see
I rock the mic and you will know
That i rock the mic and go ohohohohohhoh
Sing a funky record mcs'll say
Ain't no other mc like b i z m uza a
From new york york l i i
New jersey z i am fly
Straight out the dc and maryland
Gotta give a shout out to virginia with the skins
Singin funky records most definitely
I like to go ooooooooh peace
＊beatboxin＊
Chorus
Beatnuts
Beatnuts
Beatnuts
＊beatbox＊
Beatnuts
Beatnuts
Beatnuts
＊beatbox＊
Go biz mark
Go beatnuts
Go biz mark
Go beatnuts
Go biz mark
Go beatnuts
Go biz mark
Go beatnuts
Go biz mark
Go beatnuts
Go biz mark
Go beatnuts
Go biz mark
Go beatnuts
Go biz mark
Go beatnuts
18.Buddah In The Air - Feat. Carl Thomas And Gob Boblin Of The No
Goodus
19.Se Acabo
Callate la boca y bajate los panties
My ten minute ride sastis y fumanti
Beatnuts y proyect uno, una loquera
Bajatelos chula, que lo que tu espera
Juju te lo pega, de todas las maneras
Despues nos vamos shopping, vaciamos la chequera
A mi si no me importa, te compro lo que quieras
Te saco toda la noche, y te dejo con ojeras
Ya llego el muchachon, tigaraso, ladron
Bucano, marinero oye esta cancion (se acabo)
Pasame el tabaco y ron, como no si asi
Se comienza loqueria, no juegues con tu vida
Juega loteria, tu ano ya pasado,
Esta vuelta es mia, para platino, con animo
It's a beatnuts thing yo you know how that goes
Quien entro, el super borracho tumbando
Todo estos raperos de cuadro
El pyscho y esta vez te lo traigo
Directo del barrio de queens, tocando heavy
En el radio, como un steam, estamos calientes
Como un trago de aguardiente
Este es un toast pa mi gente de santo domingo y colombia
Boricua esta es la bomba
No pares sigue,sigue pala playa en convertible
Sin relajo yo te dije
Montate, no te fijes
Hay fiesta, agarrate chula y aprieta
No te me peocupes, que juju te respeta
Doblate pa' lante y agarrate la teta
Mami coje gusto y quedate me quieta
No te pongas loca te doy con la chancleta
Tengo proteccion, adentro de la chaqueta
Se que tienes novio, ojala que no se meta
En caso de problemas ahi tengo la metra, metra metra metra
(prrrraaaaaa prraaa prraaaaaa)
Chorus
Se acabo x 4
Dominicanos! mira quien llego
El negrito del swing nigga
Yea thats him nigga, benz nigga
Rolex with tha gems nigga
No lo digo por decirlo porque todo es mio
In a nutshell perros cuerros un 38.0
Pa'los joloperos y fregos
Dame eso, money comes in ingles y spanish
Nigga i'm like a jay-z duet; two voices, one talent
Ya tu sabe who is i, mr. juan dilema
Te caigo en sima, rompete la madre
Fly pa arriba, sube para las nubes so screw this
No soy boriqua so dont call me papa
Simply pure,
Puffing hierba,en la,
Presidential suite with two hevas
Tres botellas y seis condones
Beatnuts y magic juan we tha shit los gran majones
Manos arriabas, sigue la familia x4
Magic juan and the muthafucking beatnuts
Chorus till fade
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