The Beatnuts - Find That lyrics
[The Beatnuts - Find That lyrics]
Stuffin' my product in
Balloons for swallowin'
Importin' it transportin' it
Through metal detectors no one's followin'
Coast is clear from the east
Coast to South America, mEDELLIN
Known for doin dirt but my tracks clean
As I whistle you get hit by a missle
While you're eatin' dinner tryin' to
Reach for your pistol
You's a beginner, at this you need practice
My label put doe on the table
For me to whack kids
I whack 'em body bag 'em trunk 'em
Daily routine my product bring new fiends
From other areas my tunes
Start spreadin' like bacterias
Yo fuck rubber glovin' it my
Peeps is lovin' it
Niggas is tapin' it uh dubbin' it
I give it to you raw out the speaker
While you indoors like a
Fuckin' house keeper
Dustin' I be outdoors hustlin'
Track gamblin' scrabbalin' my
Doses like eggs
Niggas don't pay (what you do?) I brake legs
Snap necks shoot off techs do like the IRS
And reposes your fuckin' Lex
Yo where the fuck my car?
What?! What? Aahhh I'm out
Undoubtedly techniques shine through let
It be known
Mics torchin' MC's who intersect my zone
It's the beer drinkin' cuban
Linkin' money thinker
Lethal joy ride homicide body sticker
Muder when I slip into hysteria mode
As I rise to terrorize every area code
Junkyard like a crook in the night
I want mines I take mines dressed
In black holdin' the mic
Now give me my loot and no stories
Excuses just bore me so nigga
Don't try to reassure me
Here's the plan you need to
Have my money on hand
If you don't then you gon
Die where you stand
Surprise I'm never lettin' shit slide by
Nigga either you gon come correct or you die
So if you owe me money better find that shit
Cause nigga will die quick behind that shit
If you owe me money better find that shit
Cause niggas will die quick behind that shit
It's the hard little pistol packin'
Money stackin' super down low never know
Honey mackin'
Scared, never catchin' cases yo whatever
Cleverly we keepin' the block sewn together
React like a cat always elude danger
Cause I ain't never sold no
Drugs to no stranger
The rearranger of beats and baselines
It's hardcore keepin' it raw e'ry time
NYPD lookin' for me knockin' at 1G
Nobody home ask my neighbor nobody know
Where I'm at where I be what I'm doin'
How I'm livin' limo
Drivin' women screwin'
Up my stack comin' short I ain't havin' it
See that fat link on your
Neck? I'm grabbin' it
The clocks tickin' and I'm a time that shit
You got 24 hours to find that shit
If you owe money better find that shit
Cause bitches is dyin' TOO behind that shit
Balloons for swallowin'
Importin' it transportin' it
Through metal detectors no one's followin'
Coast is clear from the east
Coast to South America, mEDELLIN
Known for doin dirt but my tracks clean
As I whistle you get hit by a missle
While you're eatin' dinner tryin' to
Reach for your pistol
You's a beginner, at this you need practice
My label put doe on the table
For me to whack kids
I whack 'em body bag 'em trunk 'em
Daily routine my product bring new fiends
From other areas my tunes
Start spreadin' like bacterias
Yo fuck rubber glovin' it my
Peeps is lovin' it
Niggas is tapin' it uh dubbin' it
I give it to you raw out the speaker
While you indoors like a
Fuckin' house keeper
Dustin' I be outdoors hustlin'
Track gamblin' scrabbalin' my
Doses like eggs
Niggas don't pay (what you do?) I brake legs
Snap necks shoot off techs do like the IRS
And reposes your fuckin' Lex
Yo where the fuck my car?
What?! What? Aahhh I'm out
Undoubtedly techniques shine through let
It be known
Mics torchin' MC's who intersect my zone
It's the beer drinkin' cuban
Linkin' money thinker
Lethal joy ride homicide body sticker
Muder when I slip into hysteria mode
As I rise to terrorize every area code
Junkyard like a crook in the night
I want mines I take mines dressed
In black holdin' the mic
Now give me my loot and no stories
Excuses just bore me so nigga
Don't try to reassure me
Here's the plan you need to
Have my money on hand
If you don't then you gon
Die where you stand
Surprise I'm never lettin' shit slide by
Nigga either you gon come correct or you die
So if you owe me money better find that shit
Cause nigga will die quick behind that shit
If you owe me money better find that shit
Cause niggas will die quick behind that shit
It's the hard little pistol packin'
Money stackin' super down low never know
Honey mackin'
Scared, never catchin' cases yo whatever
Cleverly we keepin' the block sewn together
React like a cat always elude danger
Cause I ain't never sold no
Drugs to no stranger
The rearranger of beats and baselines
It's hardcore keepin' it raw e'ry time
NYPD lookin' for me knockin' at 1G
Nobody home ask my neighbor nobody know
Where I'm at where I be what I'm doin'
How I'm livin' limo
Drivin' women screwin'
Up my stack comin' short I ain't havin' it
See that fat link on your
Neck? I'm grabbin' it
The clocks tickin' and I'm a time that shit
You got 24 hours to find that shit
If you owe money better find that shit
Cause bitches is dyin' TOO behind that shit