becks 'n branson - the beatnuts lyrics
[intro: juju]
yo
how my sh*t sound?
yo, yo, yo
yeah, c’mon
[verse 1: juju]
i knock n*ggas off they feet wit’ a joint
that’s unlocked and c*cked to the top of they piece
like a pitbull poppin’ the leash in the street
with a vengeance, ain’t no stoppin’ the beast
let’s do it, no big deal, i been through it
hand grenades, rocket launchers included
rumor is i got no deal and i blew it
the label said soften it up, i said “screw it”
hardcore what n*ggas get k!lled in the yard for
what people in the hood is praying to god for
i bring it like a terrorist cell, you can’t tell
always unexpected and clever as h*ll
big ju’, n*gga with the voice that ig’ you
all over the record like dirt and mildew
fo’ sheezy, keep my girl nice and sleazy
wit’ a gun tattoo on her ass that say “squeeze me”
[scratches: beatnuts]
[verse 2: triple seis]
my environment made me with this little time that you gave me
you even sent your son to come and save me
look at all the sound that you gave me
that’s why i’m the beast, i’m three time harder on the streets
three times smarter on the streets
’cause of them boys, they made it even harder to eat
and y’all shocked but n*ggas got no throwback money
i love my fans, that’s why i throw back money
i’ma scale every gram, that’s my throwback money
and this nine in my hand gon’ hold that for me
plus believe that six gon’ flip
this called six new jers’ cause six got so many bricks
i’m a scrambler, straight out the pocket like michael vic
i’ma handle ya, mangle your mans in vans, sh*t
my music is crack, heard you givin’ twenty off a pack
’cause on my block, you could make the money double back
[scratches: beatnuts]
[verse 3: marley metal]
motherf*ck showin’ love, only stay with a gun in the glove
in case y’all n*ggas wanna test in your bub’
i get my money with a push and a shove
ok, affiliation with the crips and the bloods
and rock g’s hat, all star, you see the crown
i’m a king ’cause the way that i rock and put it down
bang*bang in the presence, outlaw remember the essence
stay high ’til i die, a hundred weapons, never make a move to lose
i got a b*tch flyin’ overseas, bringin’ back drugs in the shoes
(proper) be tryin’ to f*ck me and you makin’ the news
(partna) sharp gat playin’ accurate hit
i make my joint spit a verse wit’ the noise of the clip
who the f*ck want beef? let’s proceed
got a lot of guns and weed, holla at the kid, i get you what you need
f*ck the bullsh*t, i’m gon’ make a n*gga bleed
rock hip*hop the violent world
put a hole through your seed and your girl
(let’s get it on, n*gga)
[scratches: beatnuts]
[verse 4: psycho les]
you ain’t a beat boy, youse a beat witch like bewitch
feelin’ betrayed, never had money before so behave
before you find yourself back where you started
no one starvin’, ten n*ggas sharin’ one apartment
so don’t act like a motherf*ckin’ boss to me
when i still gotta hold your hand across the street
so work with men, man, i guess men who make mad dough
like little dad said back in the days, baby bro
it’s big psycho and ju’ behind the track
let me find out again, you talkin’ sh*t behind my back
don’t let your mouth get you into some sh*t you can’t back up
when you know you can’t hold your own, you need back up
f*ck around with the wrong n*gga, get slapped up
better yet capped up, crippled up, handicapped up
[scratches: beatnuts]
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