The Beatnuts, Triple Seis, Marlon ‘Perro’ Manson - Beatnuts Forever lyrics
[The Beatnuts, Triple Seis, Marlon ‘Perro’ Manson - Beatnuts Forever lyrics]
East to West, even if you wearin a vest
They gon' find you with a
Crowbar dug in your chest
Look at the best, still only second to Les
And even he said he don't want it with me
Figure the rest
Bigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest
You know the name of my click
Nigga it start wit a tres
Dog that'll reload and bark with the best
Dark with a cold heart spittin
Darts through your flesh
You know the street code, stash the kilo
Jump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke
Countin G notes, I made off the Chino's
But this one Chino wanna play cochino
So he standin in front of me
Lookin stupid like a moron
Crept up on him caught him with the forearm
Called up Big Ju, MA nigga, the war's on
Got my eyes on cheddar
As I strive to live live and better
Cause all the shine will be mine forever
So it's now or never, we get down whatever
Four-pounds and leather
Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever
Bite your face off, pull your heart out
Flood it with steak sauce chop you up
Til there's no limbs for me to break off
Kick your stupid ass it's just
Tragic nigga and take off
Go kill everybody at work and
Take the day off
And pay you a visit
And knock your door down
Strongman with the four-pound
Put the joint in your mouth
And push your jaw down
(Oh) You ready for war now
Lacin your hightops? Toma, one in the head
Now who's the cyclops?
No peace, niggas want beef
You know we love it
Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket
Never seen it comin like that
You had a chance Pah now you like
"Oh shit! Guns on the dancefloor"
Corona Queens, where half of my crew be at
You didn't expect this booby trap cause
I'm such a groovy cat
If you my dog then I got
You with a Scooby Snack
If you a?, fakin a movie jack?
I let the mac off
Finish the act with the hack saw
The plan is you vanish
Like you standin on a trapdoor
I'm back for what is rightfully mine
I spitefully rhyme
Every word a trifle design
Yo it's the livest nigga you ever heard
That's my word like a demon spittin Hell at
Thirty-three and a third
You wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me
And if you do FAGGOT
Better sneak up behind me
See that's the only way that
You gon' get me
And if you wet me I'mma turn around
And laugh so you never forget me
To my double-gat niggas who talk
Shit and bubble crack this year
Y'all niggas gon' hear me
On a couple tracks
Spittin like a thirty-eight caliber
Any challenger? One stands
Up, get handcuffed, to the banister
Beat down your manager
Now leave with my dough
You can't be mad at the
Hustler from the Queens borough
It's Big Psych', we can go at it
Like a pit fit everything I spit tight
Go out after midnight
Like a vampire, call me your messiah
"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire"
What, who the best nigga? Beatnuts!
They gon' find you with a
Crowbar dug in your chest
Look at the best, still only second to Les
And even he said he don't want it with me
Figure the rest
Bigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest
You know the name of my click
Nigga it start wit a tres
Dog that'll reload and bark with the best
Dark with a cold heart spittin
Darts through your flesh
You know the street code, stash the kilo
Jump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke
Countin G notes, I made off the Chino's
But this one Chino wanna play cochino
So he standin in front of me
Lookin stupid like a moron
Crept up on him caught him with the forearm
Called up Big Ju, MA nigga, the war's on
Got my eyes on cheddar
As I strive to live live and better
Cause all the shine will be mine forever
So it's now or never, we get down whatever
Four-pounds and leather
Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever
Bite your face off, pull your heart out
Flood it with steak sauce chop you up
Til there's no limbs for me to break off
Kick your stupid ass it's just
Tragic nigga and take off
Go kill everybody at work and
Take the day off
And pay you a visit
And knock your door down
Strongman with the four-pound
Put the joint in your mouth
And push your jaw down
(Oh) You ready for war now
Lacin your hightops? Toma, one in the head
Now who's the cyclops?
No peace, niggas want beef
You know we love it
Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket
Never seen it comin like that
You had a chance Pah now you like
"Oh shit! Guns on the dancefloor"
Corona Queens, where half of my crew be at
You didn't expect this booby trap cause
I'm such a groovy cat
If you my dog then I got
You with a Scooby Snack
If you a?, fakin a movie jack?
I let the mac off
Finish the act with the hack saw
The plan is you vanish
Like you standin on a trapdoor
I'm back for what is rightfully mine
I spitefully rhyme
Every word a trifle design
Yo it's the livest nigga you ever heard
That's my word like a demon spittin Hell at
Thirty-three and a third
You wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me
And if you do FAGGOT
Better sneak up behind me
See that's the only way that
You gon' get me
And if you wet me I'mma turn around
And laugh so you never forget me
To my double-gat niggas who talk
Shit and bubble crack this year
Y'all niggas gon' hear me
On a couple tracks
Spittin like a thirty-eight caliber
Any challenger? One stands
Up, get handcuffed, to the banister
Beat down your manager
Now leave with my dough
You can't be mad at the
Hustler from the Queens borough
It's Big Psych', we can go at it
Like a pit fit everything I spit tight
Go out after midnight
Like a vampire, call me your messiah
"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire"
What, who the best nigga? Beatnuts!