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The Spot Remix Lyrics

R.U.Ready II
Get Funky Remix
No Equal Remix
Psycho Dwarf II
Off Tha Books Remix
Let Off A Couple II
Props Over Here Remix
Treat$


R.U.Ready II

It's the wicked, with another winner hit Stickin ho's like I'm supposed to be, innocent (Ugh!) Once again, let's get this set poppin I got your head noddin and there ain't no stoppin This here, crystal clear, pour it in your ear and let it sot up Gimme the cash and just shut up Tell me who brought those streets from Queens that bud special Chronic choke, pull it, it pops your blood vessel The hispanic Shaft packs a gat, too (What else?) Produce and rap, too Bless you like I hatchew Basslines I'm throwin at you Like pshhh, du-du-du-dum

I bust my gat lovely, low down, dirty and ugly Shortly developped a taste for good bubbly Don't bug me cause all the girls love me And a lot of you cats is gettin wrapped in a rug, B You all late, why you mad I got my own plate? Think you niggas wouldn't catch it for the long case? Ghetto pro, now you know, get the name straight Holdin it down since them cables with the name plate

Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint Grand time to represent flava so strong Fills the room like Buddha scent, uhuh, I don't like choke Gotta get paid so it's time 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 there, watch out now!) It's on motherfucker, can't you see that? No shame in the game, so Doogie where the weed at?



Get Funky Remix

It's the crook with the shit, look on your turntable Amped like a fuse to burn down your whole label Now niggas wanna do me in but aren't able Stressin themselves out while I remain stable Freak flows let opponents know That I combat with gats to delete my foes Gots to get money kid you know how it goes And I'm still livin foul, even stickin up hoes.

Beatnuts comin at you with that filthy skunk Ain't another brother kickin fat beats with spunk Duck tried to test me, who could the best be? Psycho make you Dizzy Gillespie Spin that ass like a DJ table Forth and back, spark a Phil', then mack, black Whether ( ? ) or ( ? ) it's all good I know you wish you could.

Get funky one time for your mind, oh yeah Throw your hands in the air like you just don't care Wave em round and round, to the front and back World Famous in the house, catch a heart attack.

Catch a heart attack, muthafucka, push the button Cause you've fallen and you can't get up all of a sudden You're stuck on the floor, hip-hop crazy raw While you niggas be singin that bullshit (bullshit).

You got the blues, the Kool is your saviour Down to daze ya, but the Nuts wanna blaze ya Raise ya, give you junk that juice that was major (Funky) (And ya don't stop) Come on Comin' from the soul, the heart is the funk spot Diggin' through shit that I found out in the park lot Talk not, bustin' crazy shots at the dome, squeeze Ju come down, spray these niggas with that funk, please.

Somebody said you was looking for static G Those who try to play me close could die tragically I got a merciless flow that's infatically Fatal, it attacks the brain automatically Unleasing lyrical wrath to leave you open Crews that choose to bite might find yourself soakin Dirty and low, yo fuck what the pope says I'm tryin' to get money like Felipe Lopez

(Get funky)

So what's that fat shit you be freakin to? Hey yo, who the fuck you think that we be speakin to? Keepin you open like a suitcase Now you taste the Psycho fuckin bass in your face

With a 1-2-3, the 3, the 2-1 Only type ( ? ) preacher could eat his nun Hun, sit on the wood as the drum Trips, causin turbulence on your dumb Tits, act like you recognize daddy Run papi chu, get what you never had, he Roll a fattie, backseat of a Caddy Cause it's all good I know you wish you could

(Get funky)

Brothers and sisters, check the Nuts status Kool not the baddest but at time rhyme the fattest Maddest anger on the remix Re-fix kicks, got your number one picks Chicks want the licks cause of the facial You're interracial, no matter, I'ma date yo Hit your fuckin neck with that shit we drop Beatnuts turn it out and you don't, don't stop Like that

Like that, tha-tha-tha-that Fuck go off the top, let's go off the bat The Junkyard nigga represent if you want me Scream one time, a-get funky

(Get funky)



No Equal Remix

(Number One Competition is none)

Niggas got me steamin, bout to flip my lid Fuck around, and I proceed to blow your back out, kid(Boom!) Not to say I'm on a violent tip But my hand stays on my gun, in case you start some shit Cause I been rhymin since way back when Straight up and from the heart is how it's always been Now punk niggas wanna test me But all that tiggedy-tiggedy tongue twistin shit don't impress me It's just a phase, and you know damn well. That you'll fall off in a minute, cause that shit don't sell. Funny how you think you could surpass me, or outlast me. With that bullshit style, you're fallin fast, gee See, I suggest you go back where you came from(Your mic, and my mic) Come on, don't play, son See, the days of payin dues is over I'm a little fed up, and it's time that I show ya We battle one time, you're dead, no sequel (Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal)

You know we're number one Competition is none

The wiggedy-wicked Psycho Les drops it like a lunatic Steady back-breakin bitches with my super dick Hat's on the jim, sometimes I nut in em St. Ides fucks up their eyes, and I bend em Down, while I'm flowin to this nutty sound Open up the knapsack, check out what we found H-h-horns, bass, lines Beats get chopped in the Nut Shop, we don't waste time Yo, I'm 'cold lampin' like Flavor Floatin at the top while you're sick, and 'nothin can save ya' Just like the Biz said Remember - uugh! - styles I drop to be, what is it?(The shizzit) Word to your mama I bend your girl like a comma Due to Lambada, I think I gotta Stop, because the bitch said, "?Gwana?" So I nutted, and I got out(Boom!) No matter how hot you claim to be, you can't roast this Nut, what's up? You wanna get eaten up like a hostess? Cupcake, you know my words are lethal(Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal)

Every line I connect, my literature's perfect Per minute, per second, and yo, you gotta reck- On with Fashion, cause by the way I'm rippin things Whoever thinks I take a loss has hamstrings Young dames, I shoot em and Jimmy aims to knock her Sex with this flex, best thing tends to lock up Yeah, really bad ass, smokin past you niggas The chicks I stick shit with, I love your figures Triggers, I pull em with no remorse for bodies Fash pumps the hotties, chumps pump with shoties Shoot em up, bang-bang! Miss targets rarely Mics I touch up, I fucks em daily Barely another who can test the cool Fash Asses I kick in the ashes, dumpin trashes So don't riff, cause I flow swift like the Nile, son Tame is for plain Jane fame, I'm a wild one Auto-matic-ly I let loose the Fierce MC-i-n-g force in me Cool Fash, sendin a blast to rap people (Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal)



Psycho Dwarf II

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

A bunch of thug vandals, runnin drug scandals Pullin hons by their love handles Take their funds, mug their man too Chop their head off, put it on the mantle Beats programmed to stand you and slam you (Wicked man!) Yeah son, that's the ticket Nuts gettin funkier than Wilson Pickett Watch me kick it, Grand Imperial lunatic Get the dough, set the show, wet a hoe with my super dick. Nut, then I got ghost You got ta be clean in between, not gross I bust the illy style your ears ain't used to The Nuts make the music for the crowd to get loose to So honeys in the house if you're hot, lift your blouse Brothers if you're thirsty, crack the forty ounce Beats I smack em out the stadium, I never bunted I go all night, you got a light, let's get blunted Light up, pass it, so I can puff You can't get enough of the rugged and rough Anti-pop, we ain't singin like klutz Check it, World's (World's) Famous (Famous) Beat (Beat) Ugh.

Well it's the Junkyard nigga with the funk flow screamin Hardcore, crazy bad breath like a demon Retarded from birth, see, I ain't got no class I used to fart in church and tell the preacher kiss my ass Freakin mad styles catchin seizures, yo It's the Psycho Dwarf killer with a Cesar, bro Ugly like shit, my style's crooked Any piece of ass I ever got is cause I took it Yo, I'm invisible, niggas can't see me, kid I did a short bid and came out cock diesel, kid Junkyard JuJu, so you know Strap full metal jacket every fuckin 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 smile right off of your face.

Yo, I'm from a unclean place, my son scheme papes And as a youth I always tried to keep a dumb mean face My lungs seen waste, the live flame keep my records framed All my bitches tame, pen and pencils named, it's all a mental game Haha, y'all make me laugh, bitches takin baths With niggas doin stinky maths, so keep a safety stash Cowards turnin crazy fast, let off a hater's blast Let's show em they really sensitive like newborn baby ass Strictly blazin hays and grass ( ? ) verbal massacres Slash your wrist, make you laugh and piss, you don't know the half of this My style is great, I annihilate a pile of weight Try to take what's mine - mistake, you ain't dyin late Chop your head like a cake and fry your face until your eyeballs dilate Don't ever think you violate, word up, knowmsayin Ain't no one comin in between me and my shit.



Off Tha Books Remix

(You better watch your step...)

Hey yo it's all love, bug loves got a thin line, Big Pun's got a big nine, respect crime, but not when it reflect mine. The shit I'm on is wrong but it lasts long, Pull a fast one, then Pun'll wake up, with the stash gone. I'm mad strong, and my cream is fast, smoke the greenest grass, my bitch's got the meanest ass and a taste legit, I don't have to waste a whole case of Crist All it takes is my pretty face and my gangsta wit. Lace the click, cause we all share, it's all fair like love and war, thug galore with the long hair. Big Pun, Pun the name that makes the kids run, like spelling murder reverse, then deliver redrum. Come one, come all if you wanna braw, I'm the mighty dawg clotheslining motherfuckers like Stephen Segal. Cuz all your gonna get is your ass kicked up in a casket, that's it. (that's it?) That's it.

Punisher bash it, at last it's, rappers that really blast shit, Cats getting Big Willie niggaz like Billy Bathgate. Eating up at JImmy's cafe, having cavier, cracking Crystal at the bar, smoking ciagrs, living large. We rob and steal, work with the mob, doing jobs for bills, I'm hard to kill, for real nigga gaurd your grill. I like to chill, spark an L and get high, I'm one hell of a guy, fly pelican fly.

What up Duke-o, you know, politickin papi chuco, Im out in here watching for Jake, getting this loot though, don't shoot bro, I got a water proof suit yo, swerving like an AKA in Beirut yo. Squeezing out of automatic M3's and please you ain't seen no thugs like these. I can tell you lots of things that will make you believe, Like in Corona yo it's better to take than to receive.

Your careers on life support, and I'm going to pull the plug, and have every thug shootin that Beatnut drug in they blood No escapin this, Niggers is going over thier favorite shit (for what) to be tapin this. World premiere, loud and clear, Lye and beer, get the dough, blow up the show dissapear, jump in the Cavalier, feeling marvelous, street pharmacist, twistopolis. For pleasure, bring your terroritories sever keep my workers under pressure got em sayin "fuck lester". But that's aight Duke-o, my heart nowadays too cold don't give a fuck where you been what you done where you go, you know, peep this favorite in black shades like a secret agent. We're night thieves, roll up on you sleeves we light trees, bust these and stack cheese.

It's off the hook this year, gettin mad money off the books this year. Ain't nothing but crooks in here getting mad money off the books this year.



Let Off A Couple II

I'm into stackin papers, I'm smackin fakers if they rappin haters I'm jackin bakers takin dough plus I'm crackin acres My throughts are intricate, magnificient, significant Infinite spittin it on behalf of those are innocent My tongue's a instrument, makin my larynx a clarinet Never to fumble or stumble, stayin away from arrogance The mic's a sacrament, I bring to life while you surrogate Lyrics are holy, I write this poetry in arabics So let's get head up, dead up, step up and you get wet up Up in a set up, you bleed for real, forget the ketchup And you can tell I'm proper, rap the planet while you sellin copper You cross my path I have you hangin from a helicopter Step in my world but I ain't down with hittin Blondie Livin with zombies got me starvin hungry like if I was Ghandi You try to set it, yo, I regret it, I'm fly poetic You die pathetic cause you sweeter than a diabetic Lyric historian, crown valet victorian Rap in memoriam, been doin it since the auditorium Visionary, missionary, you get the picture scary Squish you like berries, have your name in the obituary.

We got no feelings for ya We're breakin hearts, choppin breaks apart Technically we grab you with the state of art Let it start, pause your camcorder I fear we slam harder with this lyrical mans laughter.

Hey yo, I stay hustlin, bustin, I'm disgustin Only got a few friends and I don't even trust them Those cats who wanna see power I'm gonna crush em Affiliated, got all the work flowin through custom Frankly, better make your mark and enforce it Look at me, the end of my sleeves remain frosted I lost it, took the ball and ran when they tossed it Blind shit, not even care how much it costed.

( ? ) undercover and judges, druggin is rugged Jailtime walks in expensive halls Fast calls, killers and mad weight for high stakes Snitches behind gates will become shark bait Train pitch, you on my hit list, public enemy, different identity A chameleon towards civiliance Warfare political government affairs A madman who declares a share A piece of the action, a percent, yo, you gotta pay rent Or catch dent and facial gat imprints Man, even our seƱoritas be carryin heaters Now how you gon' beat us or delete us You bunch of half-way achievers By ( ? ) appartment leases the dough increases Out of this world contact just like ( ? ) See, we keep pieces strapped on the waistline But too many jokers in the world of crime so now I keep mine And the sh... never mind, forget that Don't even sweat that Let me get upon this track and let the world relax.



Props Over Here Remix

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!)



Treat$

This is only the beginning that ain't got no end, nigga Only the beginning, baby This is only the beginning that ain't got no end.

Let off a couple, for all my niggas startin trouble Souls are lost up in the shuffle, now apocalypse will bubble When the sky begins to crumble I'll exist amongst the galaxy The suns, the stars, the moons, in its universal majesty Simply verbal mastery is absurd when I spit this This lyricist stay on mad judge and DA's shitlist They try to prosecute me but I murk they only witness Now go and get your critics, they favorite rappers and mimicks While I leave em with a slitted wrist, stick up em at they tickets With my niggas Psycho Les and Corona don nigga JuJu My style move crowds like ( ? ) in Honolulu Holdin mics like how the Source is, ram a fork through your fortress Nogoodus be victorious, you other rappers get off it.

It's the narc'ie, taggin up places with a sharpie Faces in the dark be blazin ( ? ) When they see us, World's Famous Beatnuts, they greet us Honeys wanna meet us, duckies try to defeat us But that's Impossible like a Mission Tom Cruise couldn't even accomplish I'm leavin after I bomb this Properly, bring the noise to your property You probably call the cops on me, it's gotta be The Beatnuts if it's rare to the ear This year and every year, we gettin props everywhere I don't fuckin care what you claim hip-hop is My production bounce pretty like brown titties that are topless It's the horniest, Psycho bulgin Son be the corniest like Michael Bolton.

...part of me probably Cause a catastrophy, me and my faculty Actually it was extinct till when we linked And to think these bitches pack millies in the mix Makes me proud to be aloud and speak on how And what and like Rakim I'm movin the crowd I hold my gun with a psychotic grin, my metropolis Populates a gang of arsonists Build like a architect, the street publicist Hey yo, this is the issue I wet bodies and rip tissues, my niggas miss you As I get hold a few things be gettin harder Many kids be gettin larger but I'm keepin my guards up To protect myself from a wealthy environment Not to face my dark side is my first assignment But I can't face that with a mack or a squaw It takes myself and my mind to take charge But since I'm a outcast, no American Dream Brains to work, cause I'ma search for a scheme I hang with a gun cause everyone has one I move along with the world cause there be no re-runs Nigga.

You know the circumstance said to me: You don't stand a chance I cause a avalance to put you in a ambulance You lost sight, makin the moves you frostbite Same cowards that be duckin to the sounds of exhaust pipes Scared to tell, paranoid in this ghetto life Razor blade, gunplay is how they settle fights We into witchcraft, quick cats, they flip fast Stocking cap, facin a gun through a thick class The bankteller make you richer than a gram seller You in the jam, fella, doin time like Mandela But check the consequence, ain't too late to switch plans They say I'm broke but in my mind I'm a rich man The way I strike you recognize that you need time Don't need no psychics, through your eyes I can read mines While you feed swine, while you breathe wine, while you eat crime I take the time to make rhymes to make my seeds shine With efficient flows, so duck when the pistol blows ( ? ) of breath, a kiss of death under the mistletoe.