Greg Nice, The Beatnuts - No Escapin’ This lyrics
[Greg Nice, The Beatnuts - No Escapin’ This lyrics]
Oh, oh, oh! 2 G's mother, uh!
The Beatnuts y'all, uh!
Uh, oh! Juju, Psycho Les, uh, oh!
Turn it out oh, oh my god oh!
Oh, oh, it's the hardcore b-boy shit!
Hard to the core motherfucker
No keyboard shit!
Aiyyo the Nuts landed, so pack it up
Pass the mic to big Psych, the manufacturer
The architect, bringing you the art of wreck
You used to hate my click
Now you want a part of it
We coming with more hit's
That funk like Parliament
Comparing me to another's going to
Lead to an argument
The heat we fry you with
Straight from the armory
Guerilla army, we kill tracks in harmony
My Nut orchestra blowing fuses
Your amp can't hold this music
It's booming
I'm in my truck cruising, 97 tuned in
The latest news is the Nuts
New album is ruling y'all vs the Nuts
You have a big chance of losing
Or confronting the union
So stop fooling yourself, and feel these Nuts
Cause What?
"No one's ready to deal with us"
Don't be humble, it's better to pull
Belive you eligable
Get left like a vegetable
Man it's crazy and there's no escape
It's turned into a police state
The average cat don't even know his fate
Walking round like he hurting something
And there's nothing that he got to
Say that's even worth discussing
Listen to me, it's better to be
Lying dead with honor, soldier
Than to never be free
Young niggas out here losing they dads
In the battle, others turn into fags
Every other country burnin' a flag
Don't let history repeat it'self
That's how the devil plan to keep
His wealth and feed himself
I'm the New York power hitter
Hit the devil in the fucking shitter
Take his manhood and all his glitter
Got guns ready to bust
"No one's ready to deal with us"
"No one's ready to deal with us"
"Can't get away, there's no escaping this!
Surrender now
Come out with your hands in the air
Oh, no! Turn it out oh!
Oh my God oh! Turn it out oh!
Juju, rockin on rockin on
Psycho Les, rockin on, rockin on
"Corona in the house" "Throw
Your hands up!"
The Beatnuts y'all, uh!
Uh, oh! Juju, Psycho Les, uh, oh!
Turn it out oh, oh my god oh!
Oh, oh, it's the hardcore b-boy shit!
Hard to the core motherfucker
No keyboard shit!
Aiyyo the Nuts landed, so pack it up
Pass the mic to big Psych, the manufacturer
The architect, bringing you the art of wreck
You used to hate my click
Now you want a part of it
We coming with more hit's
That funk like Parliament
Comparing me to another's going to
Lead to an argument
The heat we fry you with
Straight from the armory
Guerilla army, we kill tracks in harmony
My Nut orchestra blowing fuses
Your amp can't hold this music
It's booming
I'm in my truck cruising, 97 tuned in
The latest news is the Nuts
New album is ruling y'all vs the Nuts
You have a big chance of losing
Or confronting the union
So stop fooling yourself, and feel these Nuts
Cause What?
"No one's ready to deal with us"
Don't be humble, it's better to pull
Belive you eligable
Get left like a vegetable
Man it's crazy and there's no escape
It's turned into a police state
The average cat don't even know his fate
Walking round like he hurting something
And there's nothing that he got to
Say that's even worth discussing
Listen to me, it's better to be
Lying dead with honor, soldier
Than to never be free
Young niggas out here losing they dads
In the battle, others turn into fags
Every other country burnin' a flag
Don't let history repeat it'self
That's how the devil plan to keep
His wealth and feed himself
I'm the New York power hitter
Hit the devil in the fucking shitter
Take his manhood and all his glitter
Got guns ready to bust
"No one's ready to deal with us"
"No one's ready to deal with us"
"Can't get away, there's no escaping this!
Surrender now
Come out with your hands in the air
Oh, no! Turn it out oh!
Oh my God oh! Turn it out oh!
Juju, rockin on rockin on
Psycho Les, rockin on, rockin on
"Corona in the house" "Throw
Your hands up!"