Slam Pit

Beatnuts

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    Marlon: "yo it's, yo b"
    ("chill chill marlon, chill")
    Marlon: "nah, yo, it's...i don't know this nigga b" ("chill marlon")
    Marlon: "why yo yo, put that down b, i don't know you son!
    I don't know you son! hold up hold up!"
    *gunshots and screams*
    "i links with the cuban"
    "i'm hard to kill, for real nigga, guard your grill" [cuban link]
    [cuban link]
    Yo flipmode is how this nigga roll
    Finger on the trigger low
    Quick to lick a shot for that bigger pot of gold
    Lock and load, my heavy metal rock and rolls
    If you gotta go, you gotta go
    That's part of the show
    My heart is cold like antarctica, nailin niggas like carpenters
    Stalkin the hardest squadrons
    Spark them from new york to arkansas
    Watchin the projects how i got my logic
    Economics is pickin pockets then we split the profit
    The only shit i pop is when my glock spit
    Watch for the cops since we spark the chocolate
    Cuz the blocks are hotter than the fuckin tropics
    In topless bars, college girls with no bras
    My whole squad got blowjobs smokin godfather cigars
    Live large like scarface
    Parlay in a far place
    No car chasin, she's watchin all the stars in space
    Safe in sound in my playground with my trey-pound
    Got eighty rounds just in case clowns wanna play around
    I lay it down for them non-believers
    Them non-achievein niggas that wanna be leaders but can never beat us
    Ya'll better greet us if you ever see us
    Ts, beatnuts, knuckle up but grab your mothafuckin heaters, word up
    "slammin mc's on cement" [nas]
    "the beats and nuts"
    "got you froze like gunpoint" [psycho les]
    "it's the hard little pistol packin" [juju]
    [juju]
    It's the control freak, leave you wit a hole in your cheek
    Worst attitude in rap, ju stay on the streets
    I gotta eat, the only thing i'm playin is keeps
    You beats cost a lot of money but they sound real cheap
    You sound weak, anemic like you get no sleep
    Fuckin with me, you outta your mind, get outta your jeep!
    Know i'm gonna beat you till the police come
    And tell niggas who the fuck i got that rollie from (the beats)
    [psycho les]
    Jump in the pit
    Beatnuts fuckin up shit
    Ju hold my gun and the clip
    As i smoke one and spit
    Ammo over the piano
    For a man's show, you don't understand bro!
    You do, don't make me laugh at your ass
    Cuz you don't even know the half of the half!
    When i crash on the scene
    You know it's me and a bunch of crazy cats outta queens
    So hide your shine, hold your bitch and stop smiling
    Beatnuts will never stop wildin
    Pit fighting and rockwilding!
    "common sense gonna tell ya!"
    [common]
    Picture a king
    Wit heater, holy book, and big rings
    Real niggas doin big things
    Interpreting dreams off of jim beam
    Ain't shit sweet but sixteens
    My gods got the block sewn to the inseem
    I'm on the other side tryin to get green
    So i fast at grass and ass at least a day
    War with self i battle the middle eastern way
    Bring heat like the months that's east of may
    Casted in the role and saw a new school nigga that knows the old
    G memory i hold the scroll, my flow is a road
    Less travelled, you rock but been through less gravel
    My mystique suggest battle, and what have you
    Rip a nigga from new york to west coast, chicago
    Don't give a fuck where he from
    He'll get beat like a drum
    Till this rap goes numb, seekin the hot producer for circu-lation
    I strangled his string music and suffocate his drum
    Wanted to be a star until i seen i was the sun
    Got my weight up like pun
    Improvise to get ass, emphasize to get past
    Fuck a mic check, i bring my flow in cash
    "slammin mc's on cement"

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