1.Hot
Lyricist：Lester Fernandez, Greg O Mays, Darryl Mcdaniels, Joseph Ward
Simmons, Lawrence Smith, Jerry Tineo
This shit is so damn hot, hot
This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot
This shit is so damn hot, hot
This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot
This shit is so damn hot, hot
This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot
This shit is so damn hot, hot
This shit is hot, hot, hot
Big Ju, nigga, the host with the Moses
Find a nigga up with the dough, with the toasters
Hoes say I keep it up like posters
Slap the first nigga that plays me the closest
Still drunk, still grabbing cloches
Dark and sneaky like the rats and the roaches
Careful in the way you cats approach us
'Cause playa, you more out of shape than the coach is
Junkyard nigga, collect yourself
You're letting that persona effect yourself
That's not enough armor to protect yourself
If we catch you coming through the projects of Delph
So be smart, duke and spread the wealth
We've got cannons here, looking for a head to melt
Hit you with 8 shots 'for the first one's felt
That's how we do it around here situation dealt
It's the Indiana Jones, funky stone city, cabrones
Names ring like cellular phones
Look back, fall back, catch a heart attack
'Cause there ain't nothing in the world, the nuts will ever lack
This shit is so damn hot, hot
This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot
This shit is so damn hot, hot
This shit is hot, hot, hot
I ain't got time to be playin' games with the same jokers
This wine don't stop, baby I stay focused
You're whole gangsta's bogus
Your the type to draw a weapon, just to draw attention
I pull your heart out, and leave you with your chest flaming
With no special effects by Wes Craven
This Psych Les reigning, tech and the mack spraying
Duck, before you be on your back laying
Know I'm saying？You asked for war
I'ma take my gloves off and smack your jaw
I just got back from tour, niggas running their mouth
Like their gurillas took the guns in their mouth
Now their not killas they not mad at me
Now they just screaming, 'Don't kill me, I have a family'
It's big psych I push it down like gravity
And bring the pain to your brain like a cavity
It's the Indiana Jones, funky stone city, cabrones
Names ring like cellular phones
Look back, fall back, catch a heart attack
'Cause there ain't nothing in the world, the nuts will ever lack
This shit is so damn hot, hot
This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot
This shit is so damn hot, hot
This shit is hot, hot, hot
Beatnuts rock on, rock on
A Greg an' a, an' a, an' a, rock on, rock on
Beatnuts rock on, rock on
A Greg an' a, an' a, an' a, rock on, rock on
Beatnuts rock on, rock on
A Greg, an' a, an' a, an' a rock on, rock on
Beatnuts rock on, rock on
A Greg ana, ana, ana rock on, rock on
This shit is so damn hot, hot
This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot
This shit is so damn hot, hot
This shit is hot, hot, hot
This shit is so damn hot, hot
This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot
This shit is so damn hot, hot
This shit is hot, hot, hot
2.Find Us (In the Back of the Club)
Lyricist：Lester Fernandez, Aliaune Thiam, Jerry Tineo
Beatnuts
Akon
You're an alcoholic
You're an alcoholic red nose reindeer like Rudolph
I'm here to tear the roof off
And if you want to take it to the guns, I'ma shoot off
Your head before you reach for the pistol
And when the bartender turns around I'ma reach for the Cristal
You not ready for this style, I'm straight Psycho wit it
And I bet you in love with, yeah Psycho hit it
A long time ago, I'ma keep doing my thizzle
Till it's time to go, but for now it's time to blow
Good as me in the club popping bubbly
I can't complain life is lovely
Either you hate me or you love me
Fans wanna know when the Nuts is gonna come next
It doesn't matter competition is no contest
I don't mean to brag, I'm just being honest
Where my dogs at smoking up at the college？
Clap your hands to the beat and get your bounce on
Put your drinks up, if your blazing get you ounce on
Girl I'd house you, but this ain't no house song
And no kissing, I dunno what you had your mouth on
Find us in the back of the club
Squad deep and we all got snuff
Hold the fort down, we ain't gonna budge
Bother nobody less you fucking with us
You can bring it to us however you want
Shake your, booty, booty I'm ready to fuck
Especially the shorty with that big butt
Shake your booty, booty, I'm ready to fuck
Look, don't approach me in a physical manner
'Cause the cannon I'm holding ain't a digital camera
And I don't care less about women and glamor
Or which one of you rappers is lifting his hammer
I'ma get loose like a pair of pajamas
I speak through those switches, spit like Obama
Trying to get rich without guns and the scanner
Thats A to the K with a fucking bandanna
Seize your empire, believe in no lies
Squeeze the deserties like Jesus inside her
Spit like the shit on my teeth is barbwire
Make your girl suck cock till her knees are on fire
That's it though, no more games
This one right here is gonna blow your brains
If you in the club you better hold your chain
Cause I'm bugging and I just might stomp your frame
Find us in the back of the club
Squad deep and we all got snuff
Hold the fort down, we ain't gonna budge
Bother nobody less you fucking with us
You can bring it to us however you want
Shake your booty, booty, I'm ready to fuck
Especially the shorty with that big butt
Shake your booty, booty, I'm ready to fuck
Find us in the back of the club
Squad deep and we all got snuffs
Hold the fort down, we ain't gonna budge
Bother nobody less you fucking with us
You can bring it to us however you want
Shake your booty, booty, I'm ready to fuck
Especially the shorty with that big butt
Shake your booty, booty, I'm ready to fuck
Beatnuts
Akon
3.Who's Comin' Wit Da Shit Na
Lyricist：Lester Fernandez, William Lora, Tineno
My glock will make the whole fucking block rumble
Y'all niggers need to watch me approaching in double
See, I ain't got a pop to piss
Watching you homo niggers pop that Chris
Drive by me, hanging out that riff
See if a nigger don't chop it off
Y'all nigger's talk too much shit, y'all need to knock it off
Catch your mum coming off the train
Put an ice pick in the back of her brain, it's that plain
I want everything or nothing at all
Give you more than whatcha aim call
I get love when I shop at the mall
They all at cha, throwing down at your feet
Always acting like something sweet
You don't know me, homie
I'm lifeless, always getting caught in a crisis
The only way out now is the write this
Everybody kiss my ass 'cause I'm only flying business class
You can't afford it nigger, don't ask
If it ain't Psycho, it's JuJu
And if it ain't JuJu it's Psycho
Who's comin' wit da shit na？
If it ain't JuJu it's Psycho
And if it ain't Psycho it's JuJu
Who's comin' wit da shit na？
Ayo, niggers wanna ban me like rice cakes
So I grab my Nuts and tell 'em, 'Have a nice day'
They wanna hate on me, all day, talk shit like it's okay
And my reply is, no way José
You popping so much bull, I'm ready to say
We drop the illest joints that get no play
All these industry cats, can't stop the funk
So hit the deck when I turn this up and pop the truck
And circulate, the state like a Charlie
Gonna keep the party peoples hands up like volleyball
It's Big Physc, making big money stacks
Retaliating on you funny cats with murder tracks
Like
If it ain't Psycho, it's JuJu
And if it ain't JuJu it's Psycho
Who's comin' wit da shit na？
If it ain't JuJu it's Psycho
And if it ain't Psycho it's JuJu
Who's comin' wit da shit na？
If it ain't Psycho, it's JuJu
And if it ain't JuJu it's Psycho
Who's comin' wit da shit na
If it ain't JuJu it's Psycho
And if it ain't Psycho it's JuJu
Who's comin' wit da shit na
Heads bop to the beat, put your rocks at your feet
On the block with fleet, base rattles the concrete
Spit, heat like summer, let it clap like thunder
I'm always in and out of the hood, politician was good
Let my pen write on paper, party in the skyscraper
Who's the amazing, Willy Stubs, blazing the haze and
Hot like the motherfucking hell that I be raising
Pimp shorty, short me like, please don't report me
Three heavy weights on the triple beam it seems
Don't ever preach us, you'll finally decompose in the mud
Willy Stubs and Beatnuts, Beatnuts and Willy Stubs
Cha cha cha forward, back
Got you hoping for the new shit, exclusive, we bombing
Killer instincts alarming, now who the fuck you harming？
Official, that's why we're gonna shine like crystals
Uh, yea, we requested this or we rewind it
Who's comin' wit da shit na？
Who's comin' wit da shit na？
Who's comin' wit da shit na？
Who's comin' wit da shit na？
Who's comin' wit da shit na？
Who's comin' wit da shit na？
Who's comin' wit da shit na？
Who's comin' wit da shit na？
4.Contact
Lyricist：Jp Fernandez, Lester Fernandez, Jerry Tineo
Beatnuts, word up
Get, hi, hi, high
We puff, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
And we all just, hi, hi, high
We puff, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Beatnuts get, hi, hi, high
Junkyard
I caught shorty's eye at the bar
She had an ill shape she like a guitar
Light skin chick Dominican star
Offered her some drug in jar
20 minutes later I was getting stud in the car
Let's watch a little dirty TV, pop the ecstasy
Hide the little flash shorty selling ass for me
Smoke smoke when you're done I'ma poke poke
And I ain't gonna stop 'til you're little bad broke broke
All the ladies shakin' the ass
Got a la make me wanna take ass
You know the rules man take to unpass
Always rowdy rowdy since the day you met me
Especially off that leaky lead that Juju sent me
Grasshoppers catch contact
Then they be like
Can I get a hit？ Can I get a hit？
I puff, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I can't lie I get, hi, hi, high, say what
I can't lie I get, hi, hi, high, say what
Aiyyo, the avenues hot
So I'ma fly a couple days
Pack my bags, Walkman, hit the fresh double as
Let's pick up a box of dutch masters so I can twist the bootays
Then a box of Jim hats so when I stick a cutie
Aiyyo, if this ain't the raw shit then what the fuck is
Why bitches wanna know where the function is
Why niggas always askin' for production tips
Knowing damn well there ain't no touchin' this
My break beats make me cut wind like baked beans
Catch me chillin' pullin' bitches on 8th street
That only want a platter of hot sex
We could get high so you can pop ex
I puff, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I can't lie I get, hi, hi, high, say what
I can't lie I get, hi, hi, high, say what
In New York we smoke chocolate
Keep a loaded gun in the cockpit
And almost every night we on the block lit
Handlin' the biz bagging the driz
Drinking beer between the buildings with the gremlin kids
Man I've seen a lot of things go wrong
Make me wonder how I be so strong
I got the heat to make the beef prolong
You know Ju ain't like the type to talk
Keep it movin' if you like to walk
Sigue por alli
I puff, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I can't lie I get, hi, hi, high, say what
I can't lie I get, hi, hi, high, say what
I can't lie I get, hi, hi, high, say what
I can't lie I get, hi, hi, high, say what
You all ready for this
Smoke it up, smoke it up
Beatnuts, catch a contact real quick
Booty hoody
5.Yo Yo Yo
Lyricist：Lester Fernandez, Greg Mays, Jerry Tineo
Bang
(What's this？)
This thing right here is for the clubs
I want y'all to get on up
Uh, uh, uh, aha
Greg N I C E
I'm in the house, turn it out, no doubt, no doubt
Pyscho Les is in the house
Beatnuts is all up in the house, uh
Big Ju is all up in the house
A mega lover, double Manny is all up in the house
We turn it out, we turn it out, we turn it out out out
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo
Aiyyo, the heat from the 'Nuts' is traditional
You taking cheap shots, it's subliminal
I'm dissin' you straight up
Wrinkle your face up
Actin' like you can't feel me, yo
This is pay back, smash your single and your video
Put the Tech to your neck and force a story out of ya
Snuffed your producer and drop kicked your choreographer
(Hwa)
Honey's scream, 'What？'
We they see me jumpin' out the money green truck
Into the club, so we can tear it up
Like the 3-6, sippin' on sum syrup
And Mozarella sticks for dessert
I make beats like presto
Platinum hits like this grow
Bustin' shots in your projecto, like
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo
Stay makin' hot shit, you can't fuck wit
It's the Greg Nice shit wit the Beatnuts shit
You can't front shit, it's the shake ya' butt shit
Say what？ Say what？ Say what？ Say what？ Say what？ Shit
120 mil an episode like Seinfeld
She tryin' act like her shit don't smell
Can't beat, for losin' niggaz be jel
Comin' through wit my click on my coat tail
Pump a lil' weight so I'm not frail
Sittin' back poppin' shit on my Nextel
Sun goin' down, now time to spark an L
Do it for the kids like Kenan and Kel
Big Psych, pass ya man the Visine
Eyes blood shine from puffin' that green
Stay amped up without the caffeine
It's just me, myself, and Irene
Brush your, brush your breath wit Dentene
Rock my blue jeans like Bruce Springsteen
Bitches on my dick, it's just a small thing
Oh, the heat is on, baby, baby
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo
Stay makin' hot shit, you can't fuck wit
It's the Greg Nice shit wit the Beatnuts shit
You can't front shit, it's the shake ya' butt shit
Say What？ Say what？ Say what？ Say what？ Say what？ Shit
Junkyard bodyguard？ Never god, party hard
Niggaz wanna see me in the club, got the rowdy squad
Corona niggaz don't play, at least me niggaz
Gun tottin' maniacs wit the rotten livers
Holdin' it down, blowin' it down
That's my word everywhere we go know it's your crown
Put the boogie in your ass for free
Your gurl's stickin' out her ass at me
I'm Big Ju that's how it has to be
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo
Stay makin' hot shit, you can't fuck wit
It's the Greg Nice shit wit the Beatnuts shit
You can't front shit, it's the shake ya' butt shit
Say what？ Say what？ Say what？ Say what？ Say what？ Shit
Uh, who turned the heat up？
Oh, so hot in here, oh, I need to know
Who turned the heat up？
Oh, so hot in here, oh oh
Big Psych, y'all, is on fire, Juju now, is on fire
Pito now is on fire, Loud Records is on fire
True Blue now, is on fire
I can't take it, somebody is on fire
Now work it out, now
Work it out now
Work it out now
Stay makin' hot shit, you can't fuck wit
It's the Greg Nice shit wit the Beatnuts shit
You can't front shit, it's the shake ya' butt shit
Say what？ Say what？ Say what？ Say what？ Say what？ Shit
6.Prendelo
Lyricist：Lester Fernandez, Joseph Anthony Hernandez, Jerry R Tineo
Prendelo, prendelo
Prendelo, What that mean yo？
It's light it up, got my man Tony Touch on this
We're gonna touch it up like this
I go uh ah, yo yo, Psycho c'mon
I go uh ah off the snare drum
It's Big Psych long time no hear from
Bangin' tracks out so wax out your ear drums
Max out prepare to blackout
Here comes open candela
Once again it's off the cadena
Tell you with confidence, I don't believe in promises
Niggaz slippin' with the dough
So you got's to stay on top of it
If you wanna a lot of it and never be broke
(Be broke)
Get ready for more problems like puffin Tito
(Tito)
Everyone's a gambler, nobody plays fair
You wanna be a stupid player, yeah, yeah
Well you're half way
(C'mon man)
There stupid ass
Prendelo, aiyyo who ever got weed
Prendelo, about a pound is all we need
We about to get it chronc
Prendelo, everybody getting drunk
Prendelo, to my niggaz on the streets
Prendelo and to whoever want beef
Prendelo, what, prendelo, what
I go click, click pow off of the snare drum
It's the junkyard nigga, long time no hear from
Headed uptown to cop the finest
Gotta get some first, no matter how long the line is
All my music is timeless
Gotta keep the pretty girls shaking their masses for your
highness
Juju, could you buy me a beer
What the fuck's happenin' here, no drinks 'til I'm tappin' the
rear
Is there a problem, am I making that clear？
Get the fuck up outta my ear
I ain't buying shit this year
All y'all gold diggas, give it a break
What you need to do is buy my tape
And hear them gems from inside my crate
If you like a niggaz style that's great
But please forget about my cake bitch
Aiyyo who ever got weed
Prendelo, about a pound is all we need
We about to get it chronc
Prendelo, everybody getting drunk
Prendelo, to my niggaz on the streets
Prendelo, what, prendelo, what, prendelo
Who's up next to bat
Llego El Caballo, Tony joda
It goes uh ah off the snare drum
Tony Toca long time no hear from
So wake up and smell the bustelo and say hello
To this fly fellow word to my abuelo
Prendelo whether you're a friend or foe
Entiendelo kid I got the endless flow
I made money off the books but I spent it though
Still running with these quirks wearin' expensive clothes
The triflest talking about light the splift
Everybody in the room, swingin' right to left
It ain't a Tribe Called Quest, it's Psycho Les
Tone Touch Big Ju getting you hype to death
Hype as fuck talking about light it up
Shorty gave me no play is she a dyke or what？
I don't like to walk fast man I like to strut
Man I'm done here, another one bites the nuts, kid
What now？ what？ What？
You tricked me, that's right, we tricked you
You tricked me, what you thought
You tricked me
You knew I was on to you, how？
Ha, ha, don't make me laugh
The Beatnuts, you tricked me
Tony Toca, El Caballo
Oye
For my nigga Big Pun, prendelo
For my nigga J. B., prendelo
For my nigga Big L, prendelo
Keep it movin' Beanuts nigga
Party up in here, where the strippers at？
7.Super Bad
Lyricist：Lester Fernandez, Bertony Smalls, Jerry Tineo
Where we at where we at？
(Superbad)
Hold shit, Jack, got the house jam packed
World famous Beatnuts makin' moves that's alike
Black 24 track EQ the fuckin' bump
You stare too long and your ass will get jumped
Chump smack you with my elbow
Watch the gel flow takin' crews down to hell hole
Make the dead become active, 40 ounce
So I could pronounce every as it is
Right pass the light so I can spark it
But you wanna puff？ Bring on the chocolate bag
Your tail wag where the lighto
I bust at your ass trying to shoplife my item
(Superbad)
Shame on you fuckin' boo
But I don't sweat it I deep my cool
Pump you a straight maraclia
With the diabolical sounds coming through your speaker
Ha, yeah, that shit sound right
Word up, yo, Fash, run that shit
My name is Fashion you want to cut it short take the cool ass
blast
And to the back and make it cool ass Fash 'cause I be blastin'
Wettin' niggas up and shit
That pussy good so I'm a be all up in it, fuckin' it
I dive in sluts on the reg
Got one for your head punk even if your lead cause I'm cool
And you can be cool if you tried
Just hate it when them dumb motherfuckers act fly
Well, I went down pulled nut my fuckin' jamma
But shit started gettin' thick so I had to cock the hammer
Like Boow, there you go on the floor
Now you can't fuck around with these nuts no more
See niggas fakin' just hangin' with the funk
But in old eyed junk can always swant with the funk
Check it, trunks get popped in the nick of time
So you suckers back off 'cause you can't fuck with mine
Yo we the Nuts that make you sream nuts
With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker
When you need the funk in your trunk bump the Nuts
With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker
Yo, I'm comin' out my face like a mad scar
I'm all about the money the bitches and drive around in a bad
car
'Cause I ain't takin' no shorts I play for keeps
I stay strapped 'cause I ain't got no time to roll deep
Roughed and raw kid my heart pumps acid
Through my veins watch your brains get blasted, What？
I came to freak the funk on the real tip
The junkyard niggas like still I don't feel shit
And all the hoes out here just be frontin'
So I proceed to hold my own and maintain
And get mines those that try to front can catch pain
You know my style so prepare for the slaughter
Your shit is underground my shit is underwater
'Cause I was crazy yo even before I started rappin'
And I'm a pull your card if you think it can't happen
8.Get Funky
Lyricist：Lester Fernandez, Bertony Malls, Jerry Tineo, Josef Zawinul
Get funky, that's right
Get funky, that's right
Get funky, that's right
Get funky, that's right
It's the crook with the shit little cords and mass danger
Torturing crew like Jews in gas chambers
Danger the angel of death street smart lyric arranger
Complicated my style change I get stranger
Freak flows let opponents know
That I combat the stats and defeat the foes
Got to get money kid you know how it goes
And I'm still livin' fowl even stickin' up hoes
Equipped with the Beatnuts funk
Ain't another brother kickin' phat beats with spunk
Duck tried to test me but his ass flunked
I rolled him in some Bambu and threw him right in my truck punk
I told you once and I won't tell you twice
I freak the stunks and I won't pay the price
For stickin' in hun paradise 'cause it's all good
I know you wish you could
Get funky, that's right
Get funky, that's right
Get funky, that's right
Get funky, that's right
Get funky, that's right
Get funky, that's right
Get funky, that's right
Get funky, that's right
You got the brews but the cool is just save ya
Down and just daze ya, Beatnuts wanna blaze ya
Raise ya give you junky juice that was major
(And you don't stop)
Comin' from the soul
'Cause the heart is the funk spot
Diggin' through shit that I found out in the park lot
Talk not, bustin' crazy shots at the don't squeeze
Ju, come down, spray these niggas with the funk please
Somebody said you were looking for static G
Those who try to play me close could die tragically
I got a merciless flow that's emphatically fatal
That attacks the brain automatically
Unleasing lyrical wrath to leave you open
Crew that choose to bite might find yourself toking
Dirty alone I never do what the pope says
I'm tryin' to get money like Felipe Lopez
Get funky, that's right
Preacher could be this nun
Hun don't it sound sweet to the drum？
Drum trip as I flip till it's done
Son, act like you recognize dad
Run to poppa, come get what you never had
I'm
(Superbad)
And ducks get mad 'cause it's all good
I know you wish you could
(Get funky)
We got you wanna more puff from the Nut
Go on take a hit from my shit but it's a rough one
Bust one, remember what they said never trust one
Use to be two in the crew now it's plus one
I kick that old cool style got ya fiendin'
Blowin' ya mind just like that red light beepin'
I'm a get buck a blast a shot in ya eye
Make way motherfucks it's the real superfly
9.It's Da Nuts
Lyricist：Lester Fernandez, Greg Mays, Jerry Tineo
(Little kid)
It's the Beatnuts
Hey world, come here
Hey world, come here
What you thought, I couldn't afford another drink？
So I went up the bar, solo, bottle
Watch me slide, through the crowd in place
To chill backstage, anybody acts strange
Smack them with the black gauze
I flow smooth to this
While you don't even know how to move to this
But it is the Beatnuts, we don't have to proof shit
Anything we drop is the shit, certified blazing
It ain't honeys like Marie Jason
Bless and seven days like a hollow daisin'
After each show, the telle is like a peepshow
Doggie steelo, is how we hit each hoe
If I don't get you now, I'ma gonna get you next tour
Shorty looking like she wants to explore
Shorty looking like she wants to have sex raw
Shorty looking like enough of that, enough of that
Dull as they seem none of that, you don't got a ride home
Call your mother back, it's like that
Follow the rules and later you can swallow the jewels
Bragging to your girlfriends
How you sucked it and I fucked it in the mini chopper
'Cause she just wanna have fun like Cyndi Lauper
It's the niggers that you play is hate to see
You know they run up in your girl from 1, 2, 3
It's da nuts, it's da nuts
In the crib, in the club and the SUV
It's the, shush you wanna hear every place you be
It's da nuts, it's da nuts
How much you wanna bet？ I get as close as I wanna get
Everybody gets tough, see if I bled
Catch me in the club sittin' in the shadows, bottle of J.D.
Surrounded by some bad hoes, treat them bitches like body armor
If there is beef in the club, I shoot right through your body,
mama
Why everybody hates so much？
It's real out here but I can only take so much
I'm everything you love to hate, you man, you only want that
fake
You man, you only want that fake
It's the niggers that you play is hate to see
You know they run up in your girl from 1, 2, 3
It's da nuts
In the crib, in the club and the SUV
It's the, shush you wanna hear every place you be
It's da nuts
Ayo, what it is, what it is, can I touch this up a syndrome？
Yo like my addicts can I debug this up
Drift flow to be sporadic, strictly bombs and such
How much for these fanatics want the dome and the gut, gone to
clutch
Watch how these chickers jump and double like ducks and then
what
How these niggers walk and duck in their trucks
(What's the drive？)
Yo, I'm gonna keep you guessing your toes, ayo fuck the gun play
Just some niggers and ho's for some party and shit
La di, da di, shit, a niggers live to clip, a lady lives to dick
and that shit
Now the party goes cardio vascio, cermonial masteral
To keep that factual, keep that a hundred nuts
Bust them with whatever yo, show off the hook
You crooks just stand shook, blow you niggers to bits
If you witnessed the fits, strictly kick the hits
On and on the shit, like what
It's the niggers that you play is hate to see
You know they run up in your girl from 1, 2, 3
It's da nuts
In the crib, in the club and the SUV
It's the, shush you wanna hear every place you be
It's da nuts
10.You're A Clown
Lyricist：Lester Fernandez, Marcel Theo Hall, Jerry Tineo
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 ass crack
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
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 oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, hoh
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 oh peace
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
Beatnuts
Beatnuts
Beatnuts
Beatnuts
Beatnuts
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
Go Biz Mark
Go Beatnuts
11.Give Me Tha Ass
Lyricist：Lester Fernandez, Terri Mcfadden, Patrice L Rushen, Jerry
Tineo, Fred Douglas Washington
Ha, say who's scientific, 3 C-F Mafia
(That's my crew)
Yo, on the real homey, let me, let you know about me
'Cuz ain't too many people who can talk about me
See frontin', ain't nothin', who they tryin' to jerk
Half of them niggas talkin' can't pay for the work
They in my pocket, this flow, they can't stop it
Shit, 20 bricks and a dream team to mop it
Who wanna knock it？
Get blown out the socket
(Hey, who's gettin' money？)
Remains the topic
Stay true, somethings in it for you
I know you wanna get down, Martinies and Malibu
That's a dream, pay attention to the sceme
Follow the rules and we could all get cream
Baby, if you give me tha ass
(Baby, if you give me tha ass)
Maybe you might see some cash
(Maybe you might see some cash)
If you think I'm moving too fash
(If you think I'm moving too fash)
We can lace this blunt with hash
Where you from？
Q-Bourgh, harsh and rugged like ma bourgh
Beatnuts new joint
(What？)
Give it to you radio style, so heads can groove
Gotta make this move in 9-7
Attack with the most hunger, got mouths to feed
And we ain't gettin' no younger
No doubt, mix the Guinstout, with the Colt 40
Toastin' the majority, stay bent
With tobacco spilt on the pavement
Feelin' my beats from the basement, on this one cut
No killer shit
(Shh)
That's why we hit you in the head with a joint you familiar with
Baby, if you give me tha ass
(Baby, if you give me tha ass)
Maybe you might see some cash
(Maybe you might see some cash)
If you think I'm moving too fash
(If you think I'm moving too fash)
We can lace this blunt with hash
Yo shortie, rock we can wine and dine
But in time let me remind, eventually I plan to be
Somewhere behind you, mind you
Never the less here to refine you
Take you outta def and dumb and unblind you
No game shortie, don't laugh
It's all math, material things just don't last
So light this L and parlay with me
'Cuz tonight shortie rock you gonna stay with me
Son, this beat is mad hot, 100 degrees
Slide back the sun roof, catch a breeze
Let out the smoke from the trees, torch our beat
Surrounded by strink G's
As I count Ben-G's, I clocked off this track doin' friendly
Kick it to this chick in spicey like Wendys
Tried to touch her tada, honey said, 'Ah, ah'
Turned down the Chewbacca, but I was like
Baby, if you give me tha ass
(Baby, if you give me tha ass)
Maybe you might see some cash
(Maybe you might see some cash)
If you think I'm moving too fash
(If you think I'm moving too fash)
We can lace this blunt with hash
Baby, if you give me tha ass
(Baby, if you give me tha ass)
Maybe you might see some cash
(Maybe you might see some cash)
If you think I'm moving too fash
(If you think I'm moving too fash)
We can lace this blunt with hash
Give me tha ass baby, give me tha ass baby
Can't live without the ass baby
Give me tha ass baby, give me tha ass
Oh, give me tha ass, baby give me the ass
Oh, give me the ass, give it to him
12.Niggaz Know
Lyricist：D Axelrod, Lester Fernandez, Jerry Tineo
Niggas know
Niggas know
Niggas know
To fiends my product be their drug
When they see me they give me a pound and a bear hug
Solute and bud, never sober
Nigga Ju scooped me up in the black Nova
(In what？)
When we link up, we throw shots, drink up
We conversate in the background bangin'
Is a funky break with my arm hangin'
Middle finer to State Troop and leave them behind me
Going 90 down the express way, fuck Carlito
Gonna do it the Big Ju and Les way
Beatnuts got a plan that's brilliant
Gonna blow up the safe that holds up our building
Yo here's the keys son, money and power they synonymous
So I'm a take mine and form a fortune that be bottomless
Yo never shot a miss, to lose is our the question
Your life could be taken as quick as a suggestion
Killing is deep, well lavishly orchestrated, I hate it
Stated, that I'm never be forgotten
And you still couldn't find an MC that's more rotten
Strategicly we maintain in all reality
Live with the guns to cover all the technicalities
And crush the falises that frontin' is legit 'cause
(Real niggas don't talk shit)
Strategicly we maintain in all reality
Live with the guns to cover all the technicalities
And crush the falises that frontin' is legit 'cause
(Real niggas don't talk shit)
Yo dun, there's money to swipe, the juice come thicker
Then Sunny Delight and my leather black seat reclines
So I can spin around, pull down the blinds, crack open the wines
My click holds serious faces
And only crack smiles when I pull the briefcases
Out the closet in the middle of the process
Even if I know you
You get shot for spreading gossip
To niggas I don't associate with, if I don't blast your head off
I'll simply break it
Aluminum batted, melon splattered, so unique
Now who the fuck wanna critique
Yeah it's lovely, yeah man it's lovely indeed
(It is lovely)
Bubbly off the Heiny and weed, you can't live
You be lucky if I let you breath
If it ain't about profit nigga, I can't see
Try not to blow my high with conversation
Conflict my lead to many assassinations
Blunted in a black Sudan with two Hatians
(Watching)
While the D's hemmed up these Jamaicans, thinkin'
How we gonna carry your ass, and where the fuck niggas
Gonna bury your ass, see it's over
I could never let that go, say who gotta let niggas know？
Bitch nigga
Strategicly we maintain in all reality
Live with the guns to cover all the technicalities
And crush the falises that frontin' is legit 'cause
(Real niggas don't talk shit)
Strategicly we maintain in all reality
Live with the guns to cover all the technicalities
And crush the falises that frontin' is legit 'cause
(Real niggas don't talk shit)
13.Sandwiches
Lyricist：Lester Fernandez, Victor Padilla
Get on down
Yo, this is the little lunatic
You know what I'm sayin'？
Straight outta Buck Show, fuck that
It's like this y'all, it's like this y'all
I woke up to the wall and took a piss y'all
Nigga pop the beat right up on the panel
When you see beyond your shit don't fuck with the channel
Or the antenna, slap a funky moranna on the ass
Cock back my cock and blast
Boom I juice, they love the one I produce for 'em
I floor 'em donkey styles, nigga be sleepin' man
And they hoes go out if I catch the bitch alone
(Forget about)
Punk, now what you gonna do sausage
When I take your bitch home and fuck her hard
With my ostrich size dick
Bitch gets hypnotized quick
Then I flip her little ass like a side kick
(Word)
The name's not Bond, so come on and pass me the light
Or the hydro chron, bust it
I make bitches make me sandwiches
And scratch my ass when it itches
Very nice, did you hear the rhyme？
14.Superbad
Lyricist：Lester Fernandez, Bertony Smalls, Jerry Tineo
Where we at where we at？
(Superbad)
Hold shit Jack got the house jam packed
World famous Beatnuts makin' moves that's alike
Black 24 track EQ the fuckin' bump
You stare too long and your ass will get jumped
Chump smack you with my elbow
Watch the el flow takin' crews down to hell hole
Mak the dead become active, 40 ounce
So I could pronounce every as it is
Right pass the light so I can spark it
But you wanna puff？ Bring on the chocolate bag
Your tail wag where the lighto
I bust at your ass trying to shoplife my item
(Superbad)
Shame on you fuckin' boo, but I don't sweat it I deep my cool
Pump yous a straight maraclia
With the diabolical sounds coming through your speaker
Ha yeah that shit sound right word up yo, Fash run that shit!
My name is Fashion you want to cut it short take the cool ass
blast
And to the back and make it cool ass Fash 'cause I be blastin'
Wettin' niggas up and shit
That pussy good so I'm a be all up in it, fuckin' it
I dive in sluts on the reg
Got one for your head punk even if your lead cause I'm cool
And you can be cool if you tried
Just hate it when them dumb motherfuckers act fly
Well, I went down pulled nut my fuckin' jamma
But shit started gettin' thick so I had to cock the hammer
Like Boow! There you go on the floor
Now you can't fuck around with these nuts no more
See niggas fakin' just hangin' with the funk
But in old eyed junk can always swant with the funk
Check it, trunks get popped in the nick of time
So you suckers back off cause you can't fuck with mine
Yo, we the Nuts that make you scream nuts
With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker
When you need the funk in your trunk bump the Nuts
With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker
Yo, I'm comin' out my face like a mad scar
I'm all about the money the bitches and drive around in a bad
car
'Cause I ain't takin' no shorts I play for keeps
I stay strapped 'cause I ain't got no time to roll deep
Roughed and raw kid my heart pumps acid
Through my veins watch your brains get blasted, what？
I came to freak the funk on the real tip
The junkyard niggas like still I don't feel shit
And all the hoes out here just be frontin'
So I proceed to hold my own and maintain
And get mines those that try to front can catch pain
You know my style so prepare for the slaughter
Your shit is underground my shit is underwater
'Cause I was crazy yo even before I started rappin'
And I'm a pull your card if you think it can't happen
15.Are You Ready
Lyricist：James Brown, L Fernandez, V Padilla, B Smalls, Tineo. J, M
Willems
What we gonna do right here is
Yeah, yeah, come on, come on
Yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on
Check it out, check it out
Yo, yo, yo, who the fuck is that nigga rhymin' on the mic？
Who is this motherfucker？
It's the wicked, nigger with the super dick
Fuckin' ho's like I'm supposed to be in a flick, uh
One time, I tap yo mind, I got you hummin'
Now you want to press rewind
I pour rhyme in your ear to develop suds
Slice the fuckin' Philly and break up the buds
Who's Buddha？ I don't know, is it a special？
Stick a fork in your neck and pop a blood vessel
The hispanic shaft packs a gat, too
Permanent scar your ass like a tattoo
Slam dunk the funk in your trunk, punk
Da doom, doom, do doom
Yeah, cool makin' moves nigger so smooth
Scarin' ya, hangs up in the 'skills
But queens is like the area
I stare at ya, tear at ya, break that back
Now crack the fuckin' sack and roll that shit black
Act like you want a nigger and watch me hit him
Then I have my shottie' let my brother divine get him
We got him, ho's comin' through in the clutch
She said, 'I only suck that dick 'cause I love you so much'
Said, I only lick them balls 'cause you so game tight
And you keep my ass climbing the fuckin' walls at night
So hit me, hit me one time, let me flex it
Crew's still makin' moves but now I've gots to exit
Are you ready？ Y'all ready for him？
Are you ready？ Y'all ready for him？
Are you ready？ Y'all ready for him？
Are you ready？ Y'all ready for him？
Hold up, you know I gots to get my wreck off
Fuckin' rugged like a dog about to bite your neck off
Police still puttin' fear in the hearts of mad crews
Leavin' people lyin' dead in the street with no clues
Soul like a mother got the funk on lock
You can hear my sounds echo through the urban block
Got stacks of stocks and fat beats to knock
Got you open now you're hopin' that the junkyard rocks
Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint
Grand time to represent flava so strong
Fills the room like Buddha stick, uhuh, don't like choke
Gotta get paid so we're tryin' to go for broke
Beatnuts hit the rhythm and I join right with 'em
Niggas can't see this flow so it's time to down sit 'em
I kick the flow for the niggas with the bald heads
Dreads, and 'fros, honey's, but no ho's
Oops, I didn't mean to call you ho, bitch
But when you try to clock the pocket that's that bullshit
So let's get down with one of New York's finest
Seed to the brain like Primatine to clear the sinus
Grand Puba, Stud Doogie with the mad style
Beatnuts comin' with the rugged
(Hey you, watch out now)
It's on motherfucker, can't you see that？
No shame in the game, so Doogie where the weed at？
Are you ready？ Y'all ready for us？
Are you ready？ Y'all ready for us？
Are you ready？ Y'all ready for us？
Are you ready？ Y'all ready for us？
Are you ready？ Y'all ready for us？
Right now you're as high as a junkie
With a hundred dollar habit
16.Turn It Out
Lyricist：Lester Fernandez, Greg Mays, Jerry Tineo
Yo, yoo, hey, whatchu gon' do, whatchu gonna do？
Hey yo, tell me Beatnuts, yo whatchu gon' do？
Turn it out, turn it out, uhh, turn it out, uhh, turn it out
Hey yo, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out
Uhh, 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 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
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 gon' 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' Dutchmasters in the air
Drink Hennessey, say, 'Oh yeah'
And wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air
Drinkin' Hennessey, say, 'Oh yeah'
Wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air
Drinkin' Hennessey, say, 'Oh yeah'
Wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air
Drinkin' Moet, say, 'Oh yeah'
Wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air
Drinkin' Alize, say, 'Oh yeah'
Wave yo' Dutchmasters 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, 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
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
17.Look Around
Lyricist：Lavonne Alford, Fernandez , Clayton Angelo Gavin, Jerry R.
Tineo
1999
Beatnuts, Dead Prez
Every time I look around, I see so much drama goin' down
Every time I look around, I see so 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' Hennessey 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 ain't worth a damn unless I'm dealin' with reality
When I look myself in the eyes it's just me
And I ain't gotta tell nobody no lies I feel free
And I would rather deal with the truth than falsehood
Than being 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
Every time I look around, I see so much drama goin' down
Every time I look around, I see so much fakeness goin' down
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 ain't 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 being happy, now the feelin' is rare
I'ma soldier in the struggle just tryin' to prepare
'Cuz when the revolution comes it ain't gon be fair
Yo, it's the Beatnuts, Dead Prez, we connect like Tetris
And we comin' at the world on some Malcolm X shit
So turn it up, so we can drop these gems quick
If you on some bullshit, then nigga hit the exit
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, slugs burn, so naturally thugs
Learn to stay vested, you need to learn a psycho lesson
And treat others the same way you wanna be respected, because
Every time I look around, I see so much drama goin' down
Every time I look around, I see so much fakeness goin' down
Live together, feed each other
(Feed each other)
Die together
(Die together)
Love each other
(Love each other)
Eat together
(Eat together)
Show each other
(Show each other)
Fight together
(Fight together)
Know each other
(Know each other)
Live together, feed each other
(Feed each other)
Die together
(Die together)
Love each other
(Love each other)
Eat together
(Eat together)
Show each other
(Show each other)
Fight together
(Fight together)
Know each other
(Know each other)
Every time I look around, I see so much drama goin' down
Every time I look around, I see so much fakeness goin' down
Bring the power back to the streets, where the people live
Bring the power back to the streets, where the people live
Brother, brother, there's too many of you dying
War is not the answer, too many mothers crying
Oh, this is a revolution, yeah, yeah, yeah
18.Ya Don't Stop
Lyricist：Richard Sherman, Robert Sherman
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Hey, it's the junkyard nigga, kid, you know what I'm about
Puffin' on a fat one, guzzlin' a Guinness Stout
Bonin' bitches on a regular, word up, my game is lethal
That's my word, I'm tellin' ya
Livin' foul like a motherfucka, that's the way it's been
Ever since I was a shorty, sucker
So don't even try to flex, I'll put a round in your chest
And leave you in a fuckin' mess
Niggas know my style they be playin', if I have to catch a body
I will, know what I'm sayin'？
Niggas from Corona don't be havin' it, you put your face in my
grill
I'll be stabbin' it
You fuck around and catch a bad one, I'll kill you like a 6pack
And put you in a bag, son
And I still ain't frontin', fully loaded keg shells
Ready to go huntin'
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Many MC's that defeated me, please wave your arm
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Many MC's that defeated me, please wave your arm
I come equipped with shit that's fucken wicked, damn
Niggers can't fuck with the program
I take a stand and look down the clip
I take a swig and then spark up the spliff
(Boom)
Niggas know the time with The Beatnuts funk
John Wayne got smoked when I popped the trunk, punk
I told you once and I won't tell you twice, I smoke the blunts
And we won't pay the price
For pussy or any fuckin' mass , plus I'm raw dogstyle
In your girls ass, ho, ooh, I think I just came
Stud's break didn't work, I guess it's all in your brain
Shit smells like demon spirit, herb that funk like this
Punk, you can't come near it, so fear it
Or you'll go out like the priest
Don't you know that I'm the wicked nigga
From the East coast
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Many MC's have disappeared, please wave your arm
(A third of the trio in the house)
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Many MC's have disappeared, please wave your arm
Ooh child, motherfuckas bound with the licks
Oh shit', I'm hittin' niggas sick with my tricks
So throw up styles that blow up whiles I go
On with the flow, better act like you know, hey
But I won't take no prisoners, got shit for his-n'-hers
Fucks up you all, when the nuts have a ball
'Cause we don't play, blast brains with the smoker
Get fucked up when we toke with the joker
And, never let me see you cryin' heads start to fly
And it's time for their dyin'
And I'ma get real deep, fall into a sleep
Knock a freak in my sheets, man, fuck countin' sheep
And come on, step on up and meet my Tek
Either fill you full of wholes, or ring your fuckin' neck
'Cause I'ma let off and bust a shot in your eye
Make way motherfucks, it's the real superfly
Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo, ho
Where the fuck is my liquor？
You bitch
19.Slam Pit
Lyricist：Clarke Mc Kenzie Kevin, Delgado Felix, Fernandez Lester, Lynn
Lonnie R, Mc Kenzie Shawn, Tineo Jerry R
'I'm hard to kill, for real, nigga guard your grill', Cuban Link
Yo, yo, Yo flip mode 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
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 Boeing on a leather sofa
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
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