The Beatnuts, Al’ Tariq - Peace Akki lyrics
[The Beatnuts, Al’ Tariq - Peace Akki lyrics]
In the name of Allah al' Tariq
Yaadan Abdullah god Connect y'all
Straight out the ruggedest streets
We bless you with the ruggedest beats
To bang speakers through the metro
Got you petro once my Tec blow
Hollows at your project though
Your heartbeat go from Taana
Gardner to techno music
Especially the old live music
Chop it and make hit's and
Bounce in a getaway Buick
With a forty ounce, between the laps
Making cream off raps
We display kinda this way
I bust these chickens like they clips
Live fat as Jimmy Walker the stalker
Strictly smooth talking native New Yorker
Straight out the Q-Boro, my shit thorough
Like ki's of uncut, raw nut up in your gut
Say what, say what, say what?
My blue steel lethal plus my peoples
We rolling two deep, there ain't no equal
Ain't no sequel to this horrifying
Stars are dying i peeped you in that show
Nigga so stop your lying
You're fronting who are we? Beatnuts!
Puffing la la, got this game on lock
Competition ha ha who are we? Beatnuts!
Puffing la la, got this game on lock
Competition ha ha
I'm cold blooded as a matter
Of fact we shackin with the slack
And pumping them kids that live in Staten
Combatting, these individges that
Burn they bridges
Come on our street and we greet
You with the feet nigga
All these wannabe drug dealer rappers
Come on
Steps in my zone and get clapped like a pawn
Gun you and run you off the avenue
Once you crash I'mma tackle you
Empty out your pocks, out to get my fat knots
Like a gas attendant, making presidentes
A yo reality's really
The individual's mentality
Some seek eternal life
While others seek fatality
It's sad to see young niggas
Born to die tragically
New York got a nigga fucked up
And living savagely
I'd rather be building cause ignorance
Is like drilled in
Niggas'll feed they ego but they
Won't feed they children
But still then, you see 'em in the club
Moet'n it, forgetting it
Acting like Allah ain't sweating it
You're fronting who are we? Beatnuts!
Puffing la la, got this game on lock
Competition ha ha who are we? Beatnuts!
Puffing la la, got this game on lock
Competition ha ha
Was the above par at the Shark Bar
Like an all-star and laughing
Cause all of these chicks
Thinking I'm Fashion
They out of focus, smoking jokers
Won't see the raw to the deal less
I peel out with the steel cause
I see the sucker emcees fall
And the beauty of it all
When the 'Nuts come shining through, yeah
Yo peep the presentation
We dealing with innovation
Junkyard shit stay up in heavy rotation
Intimidation, seem to be your key factor
I'm pushing all that shit back punk
Like a tractor
Yaadan Abdullah god Connect y'all
Straight out the ruggedest streets
We bless you with the ruggedest beats
To bang speakers through the metro
Got you petro once my Tec blow
Hollows at your project though
Your heartbeat go from Taana
Gardner to techno music
Especially the old live music
Chop it and make hit's and
Bounce in a getaway Buick
With a forty ounce, between the laps
Making cream off raps
We display kinda this way
I bust these chickens like they clips
Live fat as Jimmy Walker the stalker
Strictly smooth talking native New Yorker
Straight out the Q-Boro, my shit thorough
Like ki's of uncut, raw nut up in your gut
Say what, say what, say what?
My blue steel lethal plus my peoples
We rolling two deep, there ain't no equal
Ain't no sequel to this horrifying
Stars are dying i peeped you in that show
Nigga so stop your lying
You're fronting who are we? Beatnuts!
Puffing la la, got this game on lock
Competition ha ha who are we? Beatnuts!
Puffing la la, got this game on lock
Competition ha ha
I'm cold blooded as a matter
Of fact we shackin with the slack
And pumping them kids that live in Staten
Combatting, these individges that
Burn they bridges
Come on our street and we greet
You with the feet nigga
All these wannabe drug dealer rappers
Come on
Steps in my zone and get clapped like a pawn
Gun you and run you off the avenue
Once you crash I'mma tackle you
Empty out your pocks, out to get my fat knots
Like a gas attendant, making presidentes
A yo reality's really
The individual's mentality
Some seek eternal life
While others seek fatality
It's sad to see young niggas
Born to die tragically
New York got a nigga fucked up
And living savagely
I'd rather be building cause ignorance
Is like drilled in
Niggas'll feed they ego but they
Won't feed they children
But still then, you see 'em in the club
Moet'n it, forgetting it
Acting like Allah ain't sweating it
You're fronting who are we? Beatnuts!
Puffing la la, got this game on lock
Competition ha ha who are we? Beatnuts!
Puffing la la, got this game on lock
Competition ha ha
Was the above par at the Shark Bar
Like an all-star and laughing
Cause all of these chicks
Thinking I'm Fashion
They out of focus, smoking jokers
Won't see the raw to the deal less
I peel out with the steel cause
I see the sucker emcees fall
And the beauty of it all
When the 'Nuts come shining through, yeah
Yo peep the presentation
We dealing with innovation
Junkyard shit stay up in heavy rotation
Intimidation, seem to be your key factor
I'm pushing all that shit back punk
Like a tractor