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Street Level / Beatnuts LP Lyrics

Intro
Ya Don't Stop
Props Over Here
Hellraiser
Are You Ready
Superbad
Straight Jacket
Let Off A Couple
Rik's Joint
Fried Chicken
Yeah You Get Props
Get Funky
Hit Me With That
2-3 Break
Lick the Pussy
Sandwiches
Psycho Dwarf


Intro

[CUTS, SCRATCHES & PROPS]

It's a , it's a
It's a , The Beatnuts is fat, it's a
World's famous...Intoxicated Demons in the house
Aint gonna be no party unless I throw it
If I don't throw it, man, I'm gonna be at your house
World's famous Demons in the house
Yes, yes I was a virgin before I got here tonight
Aint gonna be no party unless I throw it
Wor, worl, world's famous
Yes, I was a virgin before I got here tonight
Worl, world, world's famous
Uno dos, uno dos, once twos tres cuatro
Worl, world, world's famous.....Intoxicated demons in the house..........X3
World's famous, world, world , world
If they down with me up at the house
Aint gonna be no party unless I throw it
If I don't throw it man, I, I,
Aw, man cut it out
Your'e listenin' to the world's famous
Your'e listenin' to the world's famous
Your'e listenin' to the world's famous
You know that, Intoxicated demons in the house
You know that
Intoxicated, Uno,dos, once, dos, tres, cuatro
World's famous, world's famous
Yes, I was a virgin before I got here tonight
World's famous, you know that
All night long, Intoxicated Demons,ah hah honey
In the house, you know that
Yes, I was a virgin before I got here tonight
World's famous, you know that
Ah hah honey
World's famous
Ah hah honey, The Beatnuts, alright
You know that, The Beatnuts is fat
Uno, dos, once, twos, tres cuatro
Ah hah honey, alright...

Submitted By: Shadowboxer



Ya Don't Stop

(You don't stop, you keep on)

Hey it's the junkyard nigga, kid, you know what I'm about. Puffin' on a fat one, guzzlin' a Guinness Stout Bonin' bitches on a regular, word up, my game is lethal, that's my word, I'm tellin ya livin' foul like a motherfucker, that's the way it's been. Ever since I was a shorty, sucker, so don't even try to flex, I'll put a round in your chest and leave you in a fuckin' mess. Niggas know my style they be playin', if I have to catch a body I will, know what I'm sayin'? Niggas from Corona don't be havin' it, you put your face in my grill, I'll be stabbin' it You fuck around and catch a bad one, I'll kill you like a 6pack and put you in a bag, son and I still ain't frontin', fully loaded keg shells, ready to go hunting.

You don't stop, you keep on. many MC's that defeated me, please wave your arm!

I come equipped with shit that's fucken wicked, damn niggers cant fuck with the program, I take a stand and look down the clip, I take a swig and then spark up the spliff(boom). Niggas know the time with The Beatnuts funk John Wayne got smoked when I popped the trunk, punk. I told you once and I won't tell you twice, I smoke the blunts and we won't pay the price for pussy or any fuckin' mass , plus I'm raw dogstyle In your girls ass, ho, OOH! I think I just came Stud's break didn't work, I guess it's all in your brain shit smells like demon spirit, herb that funk like this punk, you can't come near it, so fear it Or you'll go out like the priest. Don't you know that I'm the wicked nigga from the east coast.

You don't stop, you keep on. many MC's that defeated me, please wave your arm!

Ooh child, motherfuckas bound with the licks oh shit, I'm hittin' niggas sick with my tricks, so throw up styles that blow up whiles I go on with the flow, better act like you know. Hey but I won't take no prisoners, got shit for his-n-hers. Fucks up you all, when the nuts have a ball cause we don't play, blast brains with the smoker, get fucked up when we toke with the joker, and never let me see you cryin' heads start to fly and it's time for their dying. And I'ma get real deep, fall into a sleep knock a freak in my sheets, man, fuck countin' sheep and come on, step on up and meet my Tek. Either fill you full of wholes, or ring your fuckin' neck cause I'ma let off and bust a shot in your eye! Make way motherfucks, it's the real superfly!



Props Over Here

Showing love, with the fucking bass in your face New York City have mercy one time, introducing the crew.

Hey, you ain't really you and you ain't really down plus I'm tired of seeing you fucking for they face of ground. Cause when I sit back and think back of how you found me it make me react react my fucking yammy. Now I don't cock, though my mind is in the sewer I just kick back six pack and then I do he.r But she gets stuck on crowing like a cat cause the toes got sucked on, she don't know how to act. Back in the days I am 237, used to rumble Kevin backing hoes was like heaven, eleven years later I tried to hide and hoped they pass me by like I'm the pharycyde. Just let me puff and lounge with my niggas don't have no time to fake funk with triggers, don't believe in kids with that puts cat say. Fuck around with Fashion get your whole shit bit. Spend crazy years with the blues pay dues before I met the Psycho is in the junk yard juice but now the crew combined and we can't be stopped. Going around the globe to collect the props.

When I'm in New York, you know what I wanna hear
[Yeah you get props over here]
Com' on, out in Cali, you know what I wanna hear
[Yeah you get props over here]
When I'm down in Detroit, you know what I wanna hear
[Yeah you get props over here]
Now when I'm out in Philly, you know what I wanna hear
[Yeah you get props over here]

I get stoned everyday I gots nothing else to do. I'm getting drunk with my niggas `til the night is thru. And when the night is thru, I won't have a fucking clue of what tomorrow will bring so I pay ten (true) Yo life's kind of funny if you don't make money then your days ain't fuckin sunny. Excuse me for my language , but I'm trying to get my last thing together and bought the crib to be in my damn bids so never acted like I deserve to have it. I whipped I stabbed it I whipped I grabbed it you silly rabbit, i'm coming at your door, tracks behind the stacks better yo I'm brought showa i'm showa, unlike others wanna pop you, use a pistol drop dogging that shit you need to stop cause when I approach and you can't back up what you said. [Toma]Fly you fucking head like that.

Now when I'm in Atlanta, you know what I wanna hear
[Yeah you get props over here]
Texax, uhh, you know what I wanna hear
[Yeah you get props over here]
When I'm out in Chicago, you know what I wanna hear
[Yeah you get props over here]
Out in DC, you know what I wanna hear

Real niggers do real things and that's a fact snd real niggers could lick their hoes in niggas backs and your life's down like a heavy price to pay for some bullshit that you ain't even had to say but don't sweat that, cause I'm 'ma let you keep your head if I wanted to kill, you're already be dead. I gotta a lot of things to do, a lot of money to make, I got no time for you and all the moves you fake. Taking care of business yeah without a doubt and I'm a make a million dollars kid before I'm out. Yeah I gotta give a shout to my peeps in Corona, going hand to hand gettin' loot on the corner. Life is full of stress and to rest my brain, so I puff the buddha bless and destroy the pain, I gotta a lot of things to do, a lot of money to make I got no time for you and all the moves you fake.

When I'm in Japan, you know what I wanna hear
[Yeah you get props over here]
When I'm out in London, you know what I wanna hear
[Yeah you get props over here]
Hey when I'm in Norway, you know what I wanna hear
[Yeah you get props over here]
And when I'm out in Paris, you know what I wanna hear
[Yeah you get props over here]



Hellraiser

Este hermano esta enloquecido, amigo! Try to play me close and get loose. Try to play me close and get loose.(Damn, my ears are burning hot!) Damn, damn, damn, damn my ears are burning hot! Goddamn,goddamn, damn my ears are burning hot! Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Damn my ears are burning hot, I think I got fakin the funk motherfucks up in my spot they know I'm gonna blow. So they press up on the crew like gets dissed like a fool when I'm gone so get and leave me alone, close my door! I gotta whisper cause I got some fuckin' ears on my floor. They're tryin' to catch on To see who I'm givin' the hoot there it is square biz don't say my kids.

All these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand and behind my back talk shit to the next man. Click, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop!Your shit is wack!

Yeah, you better keep it subliminal cause I don't play, some say my style's type criminal and we can get down, yo for real. Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker!

Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker! Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!

You see me and I see you but you still want to act like. You don't see me, cool years ago an A&R dissed Our fuckin' demos and said that shit was scarred bitch, you big time bitch, your foaming. Your label's shit and you'll regret it in a momment. Now you eat pills, while I puff on the Phils and still, you can't comprehend your skills.

You remember the time, only after I performed you called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm. But Blue, no matter what you do you can't trick this kid. Too cool, I thought you knew, fool!

Now I got you trapped, feelin weak and nervous word up, cause I be strapped like the Secret Service the cops they run me down for the guns I be wielding I'll murder a force to get lost between buildings time to go to war, it's been a raiser, now I'm a flip rippin more niggaz than an axe in a horror flick doin mad crime, I remember the days well the demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell.

I don't want to have to snuff nobody I just drink my twenties with coke with Bacardi. Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker! Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!



Are You Ready

What we gonna do right here is...... Yeah, yeah, come on, come on Yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on Check it out, check it out Yo, yo, yo Who the fuck is that nigga rhymin' on the mic? Who is this motherfucker?

It's the wicked, nigger with the super dick Fuckin' ho's like I'm supposed to be in a flick, UH! One time, I tap yo mind, I got you hummin' Now you want to press rewind I pour rhyme in your ear to develop suds Slice the fuckin' Philly and break up the buds Who's Buddha? I don't know, is it a special Stick a fork in your neck and pop a blood vessel The hispanic shaft packs a gat, too Permanent scar your ass like a tattoo Slam dunk the funk in your trunk, punk!

Yeah, cool makin' moves nigger so smooth Scarin' ya, hangs up in the 'Skills But Queens is like the area I stare at ya, tear at ya, break that back Now crack the fuckin' sack and roll that shit black! Act like you want a nigger and watch me hit him Then I have my shottie' let my brother Divine get him We got him, ho's comin' through in the clutch She said I only suck that dick cause I love you so much Said I only lick them balls cause you so game tight And you keep my ass climbing the fuckin' walls at night So hit me, hit me one time, let me flex it Crew's still makin' moves but now I've gots to exit

Are you ready? You all ready for him?

Hold up, you know I gots to get my wreck off Fuckin' rugged like a dog about to bite your neck off Police still puttin' fear in the hearts of mad crews Leavin' people lyin' dead in the street with no clues Soul like a mother got the funk on lock You can hear my sounds echo through the urban block Got stacks of stocks, and fat beats to knock Got you open now you're hopin' that the junkyard rocks

Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint Grand time to represent flava so strong Fills the room like Buddha stick, uhuh, don't like choke Gotta get paid so we're tryin' to go for broke Beatnuts hit the rhythm and I join right with 'em Niggas can't see this flow so it's time to down sit 'em I kick the flow for the niggas with the bald heads Dreads, and 'fros, honey's, but no ho's Oops! I didn't mean to call you ho, bitch But when you try to clock the pocket that's that bullshit! So let's get down with one of New York's finest Seed to the brain like Primatine to clear the sinus Grand Puba, Stud Doogie with the mad style Beatnuts comin' with the rugged(Hey You, watch out now!) It's on motherfucker, can't you see that? No shame in the game, so Doogie where the weed at?



Superbad

Where we at where we at? (superbad)

Hold shit Jack got the house jam packed world famous Beatnuts makin moves that's alike black 24 track EQ the fuckin' bump. You stare too long and your ass will get jumped. Chump smack you with my elbow watch the el flow takin' crews down to hell hole Make the dead become active, 40 ounce so I could pronounce every as it is Right pass the light so I can spark it But you wanna puff? Bring on the chocolate bag Your tail wag where the lighto I bust at your ass trying to shoplife my item (superbad) Shame on you fuckin' boo, but I don't sweat it I deep my cool Pump yous a straight maraclia With the diabolical sounds coming through your speaker.

My name is Fashion you want to cut it short take the cool ass blast And to the back and make it cool ass Fash cause I be blastin' Wettin' niggas up and shit That pussy good so I'm a be all up in it, fuckin' it I dive in sluts on the reg Got one for your head punk even if your lead cause I'm cool And you can be cool if you tried Just hate it when them dumb motherfuckers act fly Well I went down pulled nut my fuckin' jamma But shit started gettin' thick so I had to cock the hammer Like Boow! There you go on the floor Now you can't fuck around with these nuts no more See niggas fakin' just hangin' with the funk But in old eyed junk can always swant with the funk check it, trunks get popped in the nick of time. SO you suckers back off cause you can't fuck with mine

Yo we the Nuts that make you sream nuts with the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker When you need the funk in your trunk bump the Nuts With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker

Yo I"m comin' out my face like a mad scar I'm all about the money the bitches and drive around in a bad car Cause I ain't takin' no shorts I play for keeps I stay strapped cause I ain't got no time to roll deep Roughed and raw kid my heart pumps acid Through my veins watch your brains get blasted, What? I came to freak the funk on the real tip The junkyard niggas like still I don't feel shit And all the hoes out here just be frontin' So I proceed to hold my own and maintain And get mines those that try to front can catch pain You know my style so prepare for the slaughter Your shit is underground, my shit is underwater. Cause I was crazy yo even before I started rappin and I'm a pull your card if you think it can't happen!



Straight Jacket

Check it out, with that sauerkrautt Get the flava that's nasty, that's what I'm about I said I'm top like a cherry, yo it gets no harder Straight from the cemetery, with bass like Ron Carter What's up cus, you forgot who I was Slept on THE BEATNUTS, now you're shocked from the buzz A crazy hispanic, no need to panic Drop words over beats, clear, no static Backflips, pullin' honies with the hips After a show, you say yo he really Ripped shit up, people all get up Treat your girl like a puppet, stick my fingers in up But, naw, I'm joking, Buddha smokin', Never chicken chokin', just donkey strokin' And, bring me back in So I can do my thing, with a Beatnuts ring. I go yeah, it's like that and uh I fucked aaah, and I'm plus fat and uh Then lit up a blunt, crack the 40 and what, you try to play me out like an accordion I'm here to drop bombs and snap on your moms And call the bitch a dirty custodian It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all Beatnuts comin' out fat y'all!

You know that Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands clapping.

Yo, I be the Mack Strapped to a chair, so I can' t react When I close my eyes I don't see black I'm off to a desert where I'm free jack mentally asleep.

I freakin' hard with your moms & your sister I hit her hard from the back, then I dissed her Foul and rude, that's my style I hate to smile, I like to drink Bust shots and act wild(Boom, boom, boom, boom...) Now's my time, I'm gettin' paid Drive around in a nice car, gettin' laid Havin' mad fun, cause you know it don't matter It may sound bugged, but I'd like to live fatter Feel the vibe, check the flava You caught in a trance, now nothin' can save ya You lose your mind, then you lose your soul If it get's wild, then you lose control Yeah you can run, but you can't go far. Everywhere you look, right there's where you are You hoped and dreamed to be a big rap star You dreamed your drivin' and you crashin' a car.

You know that Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands clapping

I swing up on the scene like ming Smoke out and hittin' skins, just my type of thing Drain out your brains with the fuckin' double barrel Cool makin' moves with hips like a sparrow Electrify tricks with my hi-volt dick Still be rolling thick on that beef type shit My moves they do the switch like Jim Hendrix Bass lines they got you hooked now you want to fix Check it, licked 'em in Bombay, laid 'em in Bermuda Fucken thought you knew the time to pay the buddha Sparked by desire, you know what I mean Forever will I puff, but I hate to fiend Pull the chocolate thai stick get off the brick Makin' crazy moves with this Beatnuts click Junkyard, Psycho and cool-ass Fash We combine & intertwine for the hits and cash Shucks I got the nuts fingerfucks like a maniac i got the knack with a track like a slaney, black So beat this chy'all, Beat this y'all, Beatnuts with the funky hits, y'all. You know that.



Let Off A Couple

Check it , I can make you dance, Make you lay way back Fat styles become a stack when I rip up tracks Kickin' back, I sit back and puff a Phil The cool is so damn chill, freeze MC's at will Still be comin' back for motion, can't be stale Breakin' sucker niggas off like a press-on nail I inhale, I exhale, Now I'm zoning Freak a fat flow from night 'til the morning She gonen, cause I fuckin' stole that witch Swept you home like a broom, then I roll that witch Switch over to the right hand or back to the left See, whichever one I use, yo, it still spells def D-E-F, And I do work with these Lift a chick with my dick like I'm Hercules Jerk me please, help me let off some of this cream Comin' down on you in drops just like pieces of a dream Seems like I am a mother, so word to me burnin' mother-fuckin' rappers in the third degree servin' thee, or a so called superstar. Cause no matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar.

Click, click, BAM! Let off a couple. One for the beef, two for the trouble. Three for my niggas that are ready to set it. World's famous...Man, forget it!

Still livin' foul, yo, ain't nothing changed So I'm a hit you with a rhyme-shot at point-blank range But still hardcore and everything that goes with it Gettin money plus I'm bagging all the ho's and shit To the critics, tryin to sweat the life I live, I got a fully loaded clip and no love to give. So don't stress me, cause I aint tryin' to hear that trash. Come test me and I'ma have to bust yo, bust yo, bust yo...



Rik's Joint

Yeah them niggas be flipping that old ill Just makes me feel with the skill sort of flow with the real Will you pass it? Yep, I won't drop it I could rock it, I got soul in my pocket, don't lock it Just let me in to fill up the mem-brane Donkeys over there, yep I'm so glad them came Come, hey do you wanna cum? Well come and get some I get you drunk like bum, hum The Kool, so baby let me funk you down Put cracks in your back with this Beatnuts sound Junkyard with the flip, back with the title So slow be the flow and it go with my recital My idol, my tougne be fucking double-time kicking Lyrics are so slick that the words be just like Rico- cheting (bing) Shit too real, know what I'm saying? The fucking beat might drop, but my rhymes just keep on playing, playing, I guess I'm just too bad, hey, like if I had a twin Kool F-A-S-H-I-O to the N And that's how we do it, and that's how it go, World Famous in the house so just act like you know, aight?

It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all It's like that-that-that, like that y'all

It's the real beat digger, how you figure I would ever take my finger off the trigger for some crab niggas That the way I live that's how I'm saying And yo people need to mind they biz and stop playing I get lifted though I'm not a drug abuser I got more heart than 20 niggas in a Land Cruiser Plus I got more loops than hula hoops Beats that make you go buckwild like Palestinian troops It's the funk, can you feel it? I live for the funk and I die to reveal it. I keep a reel so you know the groove is major The kicks make you vibrate like if you was a pager I know some niggas didn't think that we could do this Lay some old ill shit down with the smoothness So come on and feel the groove if you're with it We hope that you dug it, cause that's why we did it.

It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all It's like that-that-that, like that y'all



Fried Chicken

Here I come, to the rhythm of the drum hook you up on some of that shit that got you numb Open up hon, I just want to see in The shoot my semen, the intoxicated fucking demon Shoots the low at home on the roll David dollar plus a style to put you in the morgue. Tanqueray with the lemon, ice with the tonic want to place an order for a sandwich bag of chronic.

It's the mad Puerto Rican with the beats in command Hold the 40 with my left and keep the blunt in my right hand My game is tight, I got the flow And my style's a mystery that niggas will never know Rolling in my jeep mad deep With a live crew, of crazy motherfuckers that don't sleep. (So don't try and sweat his route) V.I.C. yo,presto!

Another Kool Whip with the magic, so tragic I'll beat your little ass, fucking faggot. It's the season of the hunt, fucking runt, I get buck and blast when I buck your ass sittin duck. So back up, how the hell you ever get gassed break fool, and I'm a kick some Kool in your ass. Puff up your chest, inhale, you're dreaming now whip out your brains we're intoxicated demons.

Yo niggas try to pull my card and disrespect Get blown the fuck up cause I ain't playing with a full deck I ain't the one, kid, you wanna fuck around I got 50 niggas in here now holding me down Never be running outta ammo, got more so I may just empty the clip into your torso Step back, watch the body drop, ain't it funny Now you said all that to say what, money?

I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot My favorite jam of all time is 'The Body Rock'

So fucking lay back and I thought you knew Shit get cold when the Kool come through Hey but only with my style cause only Fash can do it Through it, yeah, catch on bake you blew it Blow me, or shut the fuck up, you can't hang See the slang, drips from my lips with the bang Boom, got a box of lead for a nigga Cause before you lick off (bang bang) I pull the trigger.

Yo I came to get mines, straight up, fuck the game I'm all about guns, mad loot, and fat chains Act like you want, don't front or feel the fury I catch a homicide charge and see the jury Quick to put a head out, kid, let me remind you Bury that ass where God can't even find you Fucking with the Junkyard nigga's like a bad move I keep my finger on the trigger I can't lose.

You know that I know who's a friend, who's a foe Best believe I know who's my girl, who's a hoe It's the klepto, dropping verses while you dance Blow! Blast you, call the ambulance Owww, bitches all say while I'm steppin What happened? You forgot to load your little weapon Oh no, now you lay on the floor While I puff endo and order beer to go.

I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot My favorite jam of all time is 'The Body Rock'



Yeah You Get Props

You know sho' nuff, Nuts got bass in your face Take a taste, World Famous trio in the place In a race, cock and blast for your sugar Bucking niggas off just like I was picking boogers I heat up, now I got the competition fired Said he better than the Kool then the nigga's fucking lying Cause I'm a trip up, when I slip up, maybe rip him He with his man then I gotta fucking dip him Pa-pow, give him one right to the kisser Used to peep a shorty and I think her name's Clarissa I miss her, plus the way she freak when I'm sleeping But I'm out to get the loot so I gotta keepin keepin Keeping on, til the props come rolling In, a billion women, I be like holding folding up my glocks cause the Fashion's def I bring my homeboy in, I just kicked my last breath.

Yeah nigga, get live, it don't matter I got the double-oh shottie, 12 rounds to make your body splatter With the ill-type flow, a wild renegade Blowing niggas up for dough and just getting paid Yo my style eats through, it's like cancer Eliminating your whole crew and your dancer Never front, I do work, believe that Now I wonder why you and your crew couldn't see that.

You know what I wanna hear, you know what I wanna hear! (Yeah you get props!)

Uh, pass me the microphone, tracks we got plenty To spread, yep, I had to fuck up Fred Cause he caught me fucking Wilma donkey style on his bed Fucking red-handed, the Nuts have landed Busting nuts in bitches guts and then leaving 'em stranded In an abandonded house, no blouse trying to escape Got the bitch on video tape You should have saw her trying to scratch the face on the villian Told the bitch to stay the fuck out the woods but she chillin So with no hassle let me catch you by my castle If you're a bitch I'll fuck you, if you're a nigga I'll blast you Ask a question, 3 seconds to answer Kill a photographer shooting as a freelancer On a mission trying to peek over my shoulder at the vinyl. The wino, coming at your ass like a rhino Punk you know what I know, who deserves props See you couldn't figure B out with an autopsy Huh, it's like that, we could never be the wack Black it's like this, step up and get dissed.

You know what I wanna hear, you know what I wanna hear! (Yeah you get props!)



Get Funky

It's the crook with the shit little cords and mass danger Torturing crew like Jews in gas chambers Danger the angel of death street smart lyric arranger Complicated my style change I get stranger Freak flows let opponents know That I combat the stats and defeat the foes Gots to get money kid you know how it goes, and I'm still livin' fowl even stickin' up hoes.

Equipped with the Beatnuts funk Ain't another brother kickin' phat beats with spunk Duck tried to test me but his ass flunked I rolled him in some Bambu and threw him right in my truck punk I told you once and I won't tell you twice I freak the stunks and I won't pay the price For stickin' in hun paradise cause it's all good I know you wish you could..

You got the brews but the cool is just save ya Down and just daze ya, Beatnuts wanna blaze ya Raise ya give you junky juice that was major (And you don't stop) comin' from the soul cause the heart is the funk spot Diggin' through shit that I found out in the park lot, Talk not, bustin' crazy shots at the don't squeeze Ju come down spray these niggas with the funk please.

Somebody said you were looking for static G Those who try to play me close could die tragically I got a merciless flow that's infatically fatal That attacks the brain automatically Unleasing lyrical wrath to leave you open Crew that choose to bite might find yourself toking Dirty alone I never do what the pope says I'm tryin' to get money like Felipe Lopez.

With a 1-2-3, 3 and 2-1 only type ? preacher could be this nun Hun don't it sound sweet to the drum? Drum trip as I flip till it's done Son act like you recognize dad Run to poppa come get what you never had I'm (superbad) and ducks get mad cause it's all good I know you wish you could... (get funky)

We got you wanna more puff from the Nut Go on take a hit from my shit but it's a rough one Bust one, remeber what they said never trust one Use to be two in the crew now it's plus one I kick that old cool style got ya fiendin' Blowin' ya mind just like that red light beepin' I'm a get buck a blast a shot in ya eye Make way motherfucks it's the real superfly...



Hit Me With That

Harcore comin' with the beats and rhymes got you humming now you wanna press rewind Beatnuts combine goin' line for line A-YO JUJU Hit me with that shit one time.

It's the hardcore funk come get your fill From the pistol packin' punk raisin' hell with the dug grill Nobody cares what I think so I drink Causin' mad trouble pullin' guns in an eyeblink From the depths of hell I make it known son My mind frame makes MC's swallow they own tongue I dismantle competition it's a sick shame When I lose my composition and inflict pain Doin' what I gotta do to obtain cash Accountable for more dead bodies than a plane crash I make it clear I'm a never be forgotten And you couldn't find another MC that's more rotten It's the junkyard nigga get your shit straight Peace to all my niggas in Queens pushin' big weight Rick Jan always takin' care of buisness A shout to Coronna and I'm out with the quickness.

I got so much of this and ah so much of that And so much just fuckin' cool in my act That niggas be stressin' me trying to mock my steelo Me though, born just one smooth negro I got it like that I make a bitch wanna dress up Watch me slide in and see your fuckin' hoes press up on me Fox like a oribious crazy they swarm me But me jut cut my ballin' baby I see like my section and ah, wanna perfect and ah And slide my shit up in her motherfuckin' rectum bro Erupt let off nuts just like a cannon I'm standin' in the same damn spot I fuckin' Shannon in Laid that ass hoes a wanta break want a drink Did that 6-9 shit I'm suckin' clits she suckin' dick But stickin' back and lay way back don't try to fester Who posess more chicks then fuckin' P.M.S.

Splash wet that ass just like a jacuzzi Niggas all say "Who's he, the nigga with the uzi?" The hardrockin' up the block state of mind Just finished puffin' bout to sniff my second line of coke Frequencies float like a fag see blunts and six packs enjoy the fuckin' track Blastin' for your listenin' pleasure attitude ? in the funky measures I can rock it even if it ain't for the pocket You need to wake up bro and smell the fuckin' chocolate Hocus pocus you can try to focus But you won't see me I see you like fuckin' Oprah's Fat ass upon a fatass screen Slice your Adams apple, kiwi strawberry snapple.



2-3 Break

People call me the drunk, off the thick funk Just to prove I'm ??? bag your whole start like ??? Click back, put a hollow point cap in your temple We get caught, it's strictly mental A stone crook, I don't go by the book You can't fool me with your gangsta look I've truncated ??? on my turf for wet pay When I roll a blunt, they'd better roll away Out, and don't try talking bold Cause I'll smack you with a bat just like "Walking Tall" What? You punk, who's gonna defend you? When I bumrush your ass and stick an icepick in you Quick, your bitch caught a splinter from my dick Cause she gave me a woodie in the parking lot behind Mc- Donald's, the bed slammer again stick 'em both With my king-size dick, and Donna King sized hand again.

(BANG) "2, 3, Break!"

I go so much of this style coming from my lips while Washed-up ducks get dumped in motherfucking shit piles Bang, I got my own thang, gang ain't a proper Drop a, hollow-point shelly on a copper Let 'em fucking know who's Kool where I'm coming from Slept for a while on my style now I'm stunning 'em Bagging 'em, plus I hit their hoes in the mean Cause all I ever want is fame, bitches, and the green Seen crazy niggas get lost in the shuffle With dreams turned to rubble then bust like a bubble Ta-dow, now, that's how it's falling Whether I'm hitting skins or motherfucking ballin Hanging with my crew on the Peakskill plain I throw my shit when laying a bitch so get off my dick Trick, you know my style, no it ain't no use Cause I keep your hoes wet like a fucking douche.

(BANG) "2, 3, Break!"

Taking 'em out, no hass, I be the owner of my rhymes Will make niggas collapse into a coma Product of a concrete hell, I'm on a mission Deadly with intent to shell the opposition Fucking with this flow, come on, yo that's treason Niggas fuck around and get shot for no reason Junkyard nigga, represent everytime Corona's in the house and yo Gab! (Bust and rip the skills!)

My rhymes wake up to a 9.4, ready for war Come up, I false my fronts with your spinal chord Before I got the drive, I possess and tox And I'm trying to survive under a cyanide landslide But that ain't nothing like a penny anymore Cause I assault niggas who couldn't launch shit with catapaults So if you ever hear the name Gab One Don't even sweat it, the worst hasn't even begun.



Lick The Pussy

"Mmm yeah, I bet you're dying to take out your cock and fuck me, aren't you? (Mmm hmm) Don't you wanna fuck me? (Mmm hmm) But first..."

Aiight, and away we go You got the World Famous Kool with the smooth-ass flow Speaking about what I get with or stick on the reg Got you running round in circles fiending for the third leg But baby don't you go yet, cause you ain't really strong You haven't even had a taste of the fucking tongue I say "motherfucker" cause your mommy was a victim Your cousins, sisters, aunts, oh yeah I licked em I tricked em and they all come back for the treats But I don't eat the cake before I frost the feats And you get weak like S W to the V Soaking wet victim in between my J sheets And ain't no freak could lick you up and down better Even if his tongue was silk, he couldn't get you wetter Find space on my face, give me all that you got So I cen get up close and kiss that pretty twat.

(Eat the pussy) Psycho Les like to (Eat the pussy) My man Rob like to (Eat the pussy) Rik man like to (Eat the pussy) My little brother Devine like to (Eat the pussy) Yeah, Lucien like to (Eat the pussy) V.I.C. like to (Eat the pussy) The fucking JV like to (Eat the pussy)

The Kool the kinky dude on the streets after dark I fish for meats so I can eat like a shark Get hit on by jailbait but pay it no mind I never ate a dish a day before its time Now why the brothers in my fucking town are fucking blue Cause before I knock the boots I want to lick the shoes Get dirt on my chin, still puffing a bunch of smoke She screaming shoot her cream, right down my fucking throat, nope I never let a dark honey just pass I just slam my face in that fat Onyx ass, asked The chick for 69 or 61 That's when I bust a nut but the bitch never cums, hum mmmm mmmmm I gots to have it cause my tongue wants to Keep her going like that fucking rabbit, just grab it But say no and I won't be pushy Just make me change your mind, so I can lick your pussy.

(Eat the pussy) A JuJu like to (Eat the pussy) My man Rob like to (Eat the pussy) Yeah, the god Lamar like to (Eat the pussy) Ha, Kurious like to (Eat the pussy) Yeah, Dr. Butcher like to (Eat the pussy) My cousin Ron like to (Eat the pussy) C'mon, Sam Dean like to (Eat the pussy)

In and out with the tongue, ain't another brother finer Cause I can dunk like that fuckin Harold Miner After I see you here now you're in for a suprise My lips are suction cups in a fucking fat disguise Rise up off the bed in a twist I make your head spin like the fucking Exorcist Miss Mary Jane, you blow for a change, c'mon Act insane and suck out my damn brains, the main Vein is up for spring cleaning Trick licking on my balls, yeah now you got me fiending I'm dreaming, I'm in the cemetary sucking breasts I pet the clit and put the pussy to rest I might not flow like Fat Joe but I'm cool Fucking third of the trio, a pussy eating fool Dripping out my mouth baby So let me lick the pussy before you drive me crazy.

(Eat the pussy) JMD like to (Eat the pussy) Stretch Armstrong like to (Eat the pussy) My man T-Roy like to (Eat the pussy) Yeah, Diggy Dice like to (Eat the pussy) C'mon, niggas in the Skills like to (Eat the pussy) Yo, out in LA they like to (Eat the pussy) Yeah and DC like to (Eat the pussy) I think lesbians like to (Eat the pussy) Yeah, and I like to (Eat the pussy) Yeah, you can cut it off like (Eat the pussy)



Sandwiches

It's like this y'all it's like this y'all I woke up to the wall and took a piss y'all Nigga pop the beat right up on the panel When you see beyond your shit don't fuck with the channel Or the antenna, slap a funky moranna On the ass cock back my cock and blast Boom I juice they love the one I produce for 'em I floor 'em donkey styles ? nigga be sleepin' man And they hoes go out if I catch the bitch alone (forget about) Punk now what you gonna do sausage When I take your bitch home and fuck her hard with my ostrich Size dick bitch gets hypnotized quick Then I flip her little ass like a side kick (word) The names not Bond so come on and pass me the light Or the hydro chron Bust it I make bitches make me sandwiches and scratch my ass when it itches.

Very nice. Did you hear the rhyme?



Psycho Dwarf

(Your on the....)

I wanna fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!

Knock, knock who is it? What my moms is the wizard. I'm about to land like an avalanche or a blizzard. So open up, let me in, then, check out the ill motherfucker Les swing. Wickedy wicked your girl's tit i lick it and shwing it like my man Wilson Picket. I kick it, the spanish Psycho's a lunatic. Rip a show, get the dough, and stick the hoe with my super dick. It's a (AHH) nut then I be ghost, so you got to be clean everything not gross. I bust the ill styles that your ears are not used to, Beatnuts make tracks for the crowds to get loose to. So honies in the house if your hot take your blouse off, so my brother's if your thirsty crack the 40-ounce. Beats I smack em' out the stadium I never bunted. I rock all night, you got a light? Lets get blunted. So light up and pass it so I can puff, you can't get enough of the rugged and rough. Anti-pop I ain't singing like a klutz, world's famous Beatnuts!

It's the junkyard nigger with the funk flow screaming, hard-core crazy bad-breath like a demon. Retarded from birth, See I aint got no class, I used to fart in church and tell the preacher to kiss my ass. Freaking mad styles catching Caesars yo, It's the Psycho Dwarf killer with a stezo bro. Ugly like shit, my smiles crooked, any piece of ass I ever got is cuz i took it. Yo I'm invisible, niggers can't see me kid. I did a short bid and came out cock diesel kid. Junkyard JuJu so you know. Strap a metal jacket every fucking place I go, so play Dionne Warwick's song and Walk On By or maybe stick around for a Columbian Necktie. Whatever the fuck you do, just get out the place, I got some shit to blow, that's my right off in your face.

I wanna fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!

I wanna fuck!

I just ripped out the dirt from my coffin, flipping through loops like a lunatic dolphin, i'm back reincarnated Psycho Les running through the graveyard intoxicated. Thuggin, titty huggin graf art muggin, Keep ya where your worst nightmare snuck in yeah! Ya think I'm buggin here's my Glock 10 I have you singin like New Edit-it-edis-distion Punk, play and get yo, smoked I put two caps and I laughed up then joke around I gets down, like Kool and the Gang my slang got your girlfriend droolin. Yo I flip, and, land in the split Then pop, man, bust your whole shit Like a Shaolin Monk I kicks the grand funk Drunk and I'm still fat out the trunk.

I Wanna fuck, drink beer and smoke some shit!

(Your Mother!)