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The Beatnuts
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Slam Pit
作词: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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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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