The Beatnuts - Do You Believe? lyrics
[The Beatnuts - Do You Believe? lyrics]
Ayo, it's ill when I'm heated
How my heart stay cold
Write a rhyme that make the
Gats around the world explode
Now behold the burning malice
Of a treacherous soul
First time I shot a gun duke
I was 12 years old
But since then
I've never put it down my friend
She go to war when I tell her
Fuck a who, why, when, til the end
Indeed it's good to have and not need
Even better when you can shoot
Back and not bleed
Take heed, poppin like an El full of seed
My team is gettin bigger
Got more mouths to feed
Shorty let me tell you bout my only vice
It got to do with lots of
Money and it ain't nothin nice
It ain't nothin nice
Ay, you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Cause me and these niggas here
We ain't tryin to pay you
Regardless of the fact that
It's close to home
I gotta finish your life
So I can start my own
My own nigga
Ayo, my audios guaranteed to
Lift the audience it was that time again
So we gathered up 40 men
40 ounces, trees burning, heads bouncin
Dollars is the mission
Sittin in the yoga position
Isolate my mind from your bitchin
Pulp fiction lose you in the mix in
Lets get this poppin, lock down the top 10
Knockin pretty boy cats on they ass
Each time we drop kid
Yeah, you know how we comin'
Raw grooves with the funky drum drummin'
And when my song goes off
You'll still be hummin'
Noddin' your head, or singin my chorus
The after midnight feen
The 4 in the morning blunt feen
Peelin dutches fill em in like taco shells
Willing judges
Wheeling jake with half a cake in my coat
Pointin gats like remotes
At cats with federal notes
Tossin bodies off boats
Our own nigga, our own
How my heart stay cold
Write a rhyme that make the
Gats around the world explode
Now behold the burning malice
Of a treacherous soul
First time I shot a gun duke
I was 12 years old
But since then
I've never put it down my friend
She go to war when I tell her
Fuck a who, why, when, til the end
Indeed it's good to have and not need
Even better when you can shoot
Back and not bleed
Take heed, poppin like an El full of seed
My team is gettin bigger
Got more mouths to feed
Shorty let me tell you bout my only vice
It got to do with lots of
Money and it ain't nothin nice
It ain't nothin nice
Ay, you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Cause me and these niggas here
We ain't tryin to pay you
Regardless of the fact that
It's close to home
I gotta finish your life
So I can start my own
My own nigga
Ayo, my audios guaranteed to
Lift the audience it was that time again
So we gathered up 40 men
40 ounces, trees burning, heads bouncin
Dollars is the mission
Sittin in the yoga position
Isolate my mind from your bitchin
Pulp fiction lose you in the mix in
Lets get this poppin, lock down the top 10
Knockin pretty boy cats on they ass
Each time we drop kid
Yeah, you know how we comin'
Raw grooves with the funky drum drummin'
And when my song goes off
You'll still be hummin'
Noddin' your head, or singin my chorus
The after midnight feen
The 4 in the morning blunt feen
Peelin dutches fill em in like taco shells
Willing judges
Wheeling jake with half a cake in my coat
Pointin gats like remotes
At cats with federal notes
Tossin bodies off boats
Our own nigga, our own