Chino XL, The Beatnuts, Sin Gutta - Don’t Fail Me Now lyrics

Get into shit uhh, Beatnuts, Chino XL c'mon

For this collabo we pack more ammo than Rambo
Beatnuts, Chino for example
"Say Say" like Paul McCartney
I say, we ball in parties
Surprisin you and your guys
And while you franchisin
Stuffin your face with french fries and
I sweep up and steal the
Show with no intention
It's real baby, no make-pretending
I wanna see, every federal dollar
You playin with my dough? The
Metal will hol la
It's the measure, business before pleasure
That's why I keep my workers, under pressure
I went from jumping on trains with demos
To jumping on planes to limos
Guzzlin champagne with bimbos, champion style
The way my niggas pop


Bottles finger pop models
We drop top autos, goin full throttle
Escape, c'mon what?

Yo, yo, trigger finger don't fail me now
Catch a nigga without his security
And lay his ass down
Trigger finger don't fail me now
It's the Latin gangsta shit that make you
Tuck in your chain and bounce
Trigger finger don't fail me now
Love it or hate it
We get the mamis naked when
We come to your town
Trigger finger don't fail me now
Psycho Les, Chino
Juju will knock yo' ass out

Yo yo, Sin Gutta welcome home baby
This one is for you
The Beatnuts and Chino is like a
First kid for Latins to worship
I hurt shit, the wordsmith
Perfect to purchase
I'm merciless, leavin you toothless
And verse less, i'm poisonous
Drinkin blood from a platinum Thermos
I'm murderous and evil and diesel
My people from here to Puerto Rico
Chico, the nickname Chino
That's Hispanic as bein married in
A yellow ruffled tuxedo
See no Spanish blood I'm standin in
Handlin verbal torpedoes over
Spanish mandolins
I'll viciously herb you with
Verbal calm cool
My name come first in a sentence
Speakin on who shitted on who
Don't let it be you!
I'm really rude, hate Italy food
You get Kobe and Philly booed
Never shitty interviewed
Every city in the view seen police nude
Police presume from the barbecue blind dude
That I hit his mind up with a 9-Rug'
Gun blast make your spine move
Paralyze your face, Bell palsy
Have you lookin like Musiq Soulchild
Far from hardcore line for line I never met
A cat who could last
I'm feared like R kelly
Teachin kindergartner's class
Y'all, metaphors are meta-twos
You better get a better set of tools
Cling your genitals
Watch your lyrical credentials
I'm an animal
Destroy human life without caring
You get killed
Like that plaid skirt Scottish men be wearing
Me disappearing don't even think
- the closest thing
These rappers ever get to art is
When their mind's drawin a blank
We revolvin in rank
You smiling coward you spiraling downward
Got you dancin through my
Firing bullets that showered
Shoot me in the head but, please try to aim
I'll be hotter than these rappers with
Just piece of a brain
From a wheelchair I'll still be
Priest of the game watch you tank like that
Skinny R&B singer's name, what!

Uh huh y-y yeah Sin here
Baby, let's go, awoo, aiyyo
Aiyyo I'm known for shootin several gats
Flip and pitching several packs
Been to Hell, made it back twice as strong
With a suntan and Satan's horns
Got charged with statutory for rapin songs
I'm bakin dawg
You even look at me wrong your face is gone
Every time you kiss your
Girl you tastin Shawn
You think your rhymes break the
CD's and tapes they on
When you think a rap is kid
What they based it on?
I'm apes, spit it with grace
Each take be raw
I'm one of the best and you can
See that through a brick wall
And the looks and hand skills
Are reason to hate more
I break laws, you'll prolly tat tears
I'm harder than Fat Joe breathin after
Walkin up a flight of stairs
You should be scared
Boy to reach us for heaters
To say it is needless
And my trigger finger won't fail me
Unlike my 9th grade teachers, dig?