Danuts.com the 
unofficial 
Beatnuts website

The Unofficial Beatnuts Website

The Unofficial Beatnuts Website

Menu:

Site Search


Todays Date:
June 24th, 2017

User:
Pass:

Musical Massacre Lyrics

Beatnuts Forever
Muchachacha
I Love It
Slam Pit
Look Around
Cocotaso
Monster For Music
Spelling Beatnuts with Little Donny
Puffin' On A Cloud
Turn It Out
Rated R
Story 2000
Watch Out Now
You're A Clown
Buddah in the Air
Se Acabo


Beatnuts Forever

Psycho Les.. JuJu!

East to West, even if you wearin a vest They gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest Look at the best, still only second or less And even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest Bigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest You know the name of my click, nigga it start wit a tres dog that'll reload and bark with the best Dark with a cold heart spittin darts through your flesh

You know the street code, stash the kilo Jump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke Countin G notes, I made off the Chino's But this one Chino wanna play Pacino So he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron Crept up on him (CREW) caught him with the forearm Called up Big Ju, M.A. nigga, the war's on (Fuckin with this bitch dog, let me put my drawers on)

Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live live and better Cause all the shine will be mine forever So it's now or never, we get down whatever Four-pounds and leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever

Bite your face off, pull your heart out, flood it with steak sauce Chop you up, til there's no limbs for me to break off Kick your stupid ass it's just tragic nigga and take off Go kill everybody at work and take the day off And pay you a visit And knock your door down, strongman with the four-pound Put the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down (Oh) You ready for war now, lacin your hightops? Doma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?

No peace, niggaz want beef, you know we love it Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket Never seen it comin like that, you had a chance Pah Now you like, "Oh shit!" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+

Corona Queens, where half of my crew be at You didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat If you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack If you a ?, fakin a movie jack?

I let the mac off, finish the act with the hats on The plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor I'm back for what is rightfully mine I spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design

Yo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word like a demon spittin Hell at thirty-three and a third You wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me And if you do FAGGOT, better sneak up behind me See that's the only way that you gon' get me And if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me To my double-gat niggaz who talk shit and bubble crack This year, y'all niggaz gon' hear me on a couple tracks

Spittin like a thirty-eight caliber Any challenger? One stands up, get handcuffed, to the banister Beat down your manager, now leave with my dough You can't be mad at the, hustler from the Queens borough It's Big Psych', we can go at it, like a pit fit Everything I spit tight, go out after midnight Like a vampire, call me your messiah "To burn my kingdom, you must use fire"

What, who the best nigga? Beatnuts!



Muchachacha

Can I hit that? It's Willie Stubz and Beatnuts, Beatnuts and Willie Stubz What up, real pimp niggas on the cut, what up Uh huh, let's blaze it Yo check it out yo I hit the world unexpected like a meteor shower Twist L's, Hennesey sour, pass on the powder Make an entrance like a vigilante wit a vengence Fight for independence, like my descendants Write a whole chapter, compressed in one sentence I blast in an instance, America's most makin a toast Fine women playin us close Underground to the street level Money and jewels we embezzle Never play the fool for the devil The temptation is there to hug you like a grizzly bear Fuckin wit the wild life, beware Willie Stubz the underboss and I move wit force When po-po take a loss I have no remorse You know the deal, only blazin shit that could feel Beatnuts be movin the crowd like blue steel Cha-cha-cha, that's the three course meal

Cha cha cha, forward back Cha cha cha cha, back forward

Yo I pop up like sicles When you ain't on point like hard nipples I flow, y'all clowns merely trickle Like hot sweat down a fat bitch ass cheek I'm so nice that I'm not, call me nasty I bite my toenails and spit em at wack niggas I used to sell crack, now I'm gettin rap figgas Too Hype to be Unsigned, so I unwind, puffin on vines, baby and nines Till the spotlight is mine, pullin up in the Lex truck Wit four chrome rims, ha for the best buck Three TV's and twelve-changer cd's Bumpin everything from Beatnuts to the Bee Gee's Ain't nuttin funny like Missy wit her hee-hee's MC's get popped but not wit no bibi's Swing calhoun and styles like Sassoon Vidal, fuck a trial give me hundreds for miles

Cha cha cha, forward back Cha cha cha cha, back forward

You don't know the half so Sit down fatso, watch me blast boats like gas blows Outta assholes, I'm on a roll So butter me, bitches wanna mother me Take they bras off and smother me Irkin me, for an appointment Cuz they love jerkin me off the ointment It's Pyscho, the new pimp, the new pimp Dead all the bullshit, get wit this new hit As I hit the bong so, stay Puff like Sean Combs Bang heads like bongos, you get the *gong sound* like The Gong Show Catch you comin out the tree spot Cripple you wit a knee drop Now you struttin real cute like a peacock Personal injuries when faces run into these Y'all niggas need more treats, fuck them keyboard beats Hip hop hippy, jump in my whippy Light up the clippy and let the vibes hit me, c'mon

Cha cha cha, forward back Cha cha cha cha, back forward

Yo I used to spit outta anger, now I just spit out a banger Flip and pull your lungs out wit a hanger I'm not a trouble-making nigga, but I handle my beef You on some Eric B. shit like "What happened to peace?" Got no problem wit smashin teeth, fuckin your wife Robbin you nigga, kidnappin your niece Bless your cheek wit a permanent crease I'm a problem you don't need Y'all probably go run for police Y'all could sell all the drugs in the world Hang wit all the thugs in the world Won't be the first hole that I dug in the world Taste dick when you kissin your girl? Well you should cuz she swallow more nut than a squirrel nigga

Cha cha cha, forward back Cha cha cha cha, back forward



I Love It

I love it (Ha, I know ya do) I love it (I know ya do) I love it

You need to save all your bullshit threats and drama For the news guy Niggas need to act their age And not their shoe size

Spittin' it raw Spittin' til you slip on the floor I make you girl not want you no more You want war?

Step to your label make 'em dish out all the cash in the place before I hafta punch somebody's ass in the face

Yo, yo, the ugliest thug never runnin' out of money in clubs Got the crib with the African rugs

Baggin' hoes by the carload They call me Mr. Charmo Break into their crib and disconnect the Star Alarm-o

Yo, big fish eat little fish, you little bitch You ticklish, I push niggas up like licorice

You wanna be a big baller, but you travelin' Talk about battlin', nigga stop babblin'

Yo, when the first body touches the ground Alot of blood gushes around, my silencer crushes the sound Jigged out patch your glazy suits, pimpin' hoes in daisy dukes Beatnuts flip the most amazing loot

I love it

What you love, losin' with a push and a shove Who you think lent OJ the glove?

I love it

When we bang hardcore Make you slam on the hard floor And do a backspin on the cardboard

I love it

Show me your love Jump from 20 stories above so I can write my name in your blood

I love it

Why? Cause we own cribs, own whips and chrome rims Bone skins with silicone tits I love it (I know ya do, I know ya do)(Repeat 4x)

You gettin' fidgety Thinkin' of ways of gettin' rid of me I scream on bitches like you You ain't shit to me I'll punch you while you talk on the phone Walkin' alone Park, even wait for you in front of your home You should stop it You can't even rhyme Seen you front like a million times Plus your knuckles ain't fuckin' with mine Can't live without crossing the line Busted my nine so money if you want it just follow the sign

Huh, it's the beat programmer Flip a beat I'll flippin' beat ya sweet old gramma

I'm in it 400% Anybody gettin' it bent Get hit with a block of cement

Yo I stay high like a stewardess Fuckin' with this, it's ludicrous I just boned your bitch Now she makin' me tuna fish

I whistle you a rhyme offbeat Try to listen everytime I speak Bite my meat

Oh, that was you? Pickin' up the gold lobster I thought you one for droppin' and poppin' the most caca

Yo I spit it with the deli in ten I don't really care who it offend None of you niggas is payin' my rent

Yo I hope you talk and lots of green If not, why you stoppin' me? Pullin' my arm, like a slot machine

Yo take the money and run Ju stay on some cowboy shit Give me some whiskey and a fuckin' gun

I love it (I know ya do, I know ya do)



Slam Pit

I Links with the Cuban I'm hard to kill, for real nigga, guard your grill

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 The Beats and Nuts Got you froze like gunpoint It's the hard little pistol packin

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)

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!

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.



Look Around

Everytime I look around, I see so much drama goin down Everytime I look around, I see so much fakeness goin down.

Why I'ma, be stingy when I can share Why I'ma, be hateful if I could care Why would I hate my own, and forsake my home Why would I fuck around and get a jake my chrome I wouldn't have to stick you if we all could eat It wouldn't be no need for beef, dyin over streets We don't even own anyway, you could get bucked off any day We behind enemy lines, y'all still writin Henessy rhymes While I'm tryin to get a good price for a nine Feel like my life on the line That's why a nigga be hype all the time Ready for the revolution at the drop of a dime

I got a duty to have security for my niggas My duty to serve the beautiful black sisters A duty tom stand wit anybody that's wit us And fully criticize all bullshitters There should be awards presented, to niggas who fight back Like Panther jackets, or sisters who like gats I'm a full blooded warrior, ready for change Recognize any soldier that's doin the same Because I love who I am, and that means everything to me My life aint worth a damn unless I'm dealin with reality When I look myself in the eyes it's just me And I aint gotta tell nobody no lies I feel free And I would rather deal with the truth than falsehood Than bein fake with my people and claimin it's all good You can't run away from yourself so that's useless If your word is bond then you don't have to make excuses

Everytime I look around, I see so much drama goin down Everytime I look around, I see so much fakeness goin down.

Yo as I sit and contemplate about the fate of my kids If I die is the state gon snatch up my kids? City life, no choice but to live by the knife Put food on the table at whatever the price My beautiful wife, all the time cookin precise When there aint no meat, she bless me with the eggs and the rice Never think twice, I love you for the rest of my life That's why I taught you how to shoot when situations get trife Save the children from the evil that we smell in the air Used to bein happy, now the feelin is rare I'ma soldier in the struggle just tryin to prepare Cuz when the revolution comes it aint gon be fair.

Yo it's the Beatnuts, dead prez, we connect like Tetris How we comin at the world on some Malcolm X shit So turn it up, so we can drop these gems quick If you on some bullshit, then nigga hit the exit There's enough cash, grass, and ass here for you and me You wanna be greedy, sayin fuck the community Watch out cuz life's gonna change very soon you see I really don't believe we could ever have unity This shit is serious we all tryin to have a milli stash But love life cuz that's all a nigga really has Love your fam, cuz that's all you really have And handle your biz and stop bein a silly ass Ayo it's gettin, gettin, it's gettin, gettin it's gettin kinda hectic Slugs burn, so naturally thugs learn to stay vested You need to learn a Psycho Les-son And treat others the same way you wanna be respected, because...

Everytime I look around, I see so much drama goin down Everytime I look around, I see so much fakeness goin down.

Live together Feed each other (feed each other) Die together (die together) Love each other (love each other) Eat together (eat together) Show each other (show each other) Fight together (fight together) Know each other (know each other)

Bring the power back to the streets, where the people live Bring the power back to the streets, where the people live

Brother, brother, there's too many of you dying War is not the answer Too many mothers crying, oh this is a revolution, yeah yeah yeah



Cocotaso

ay yo they used to call me titere just cause i was freakin it now im creepin wit the beatnuts while tweekin it. tony di la traigo they say im kinda rado so vete pa carajo kid im out to get the chavo or should i say the mula big cheese like mr. druja scratching my guja eliminate the basura.you know how the plan goes from new york to orlando drinking morisunando watching out from behindo. that shit is old news man i thought i told u i get paid more dues than an average kid spitten vocals. local low budget cats waitin for their wit checks i got a buzz and i aint even hit the spliff yet. you fuck wit us and u might even get your shit split i pack a biscuit for all those that want to riff wit.me and my click we bring it to u properly u try to copy me but youc`nt run game on this monopoly u mad and shit cause ur girl all on top of me the way its got to be wit no if ands or probablys. my philosify is sit back and puff lots of trees and drop juslike socrates hip hop mockares i run right through u universal like zulu pshyco les and juju who do u think u fuckin wit its tony touch and shit bustin it...
Thanks alot for the Beatnuts Fan who sent in these lyrics, props to ya.



Monster For Music

Yeah you know how we comin...

I might joke around, but you know my beats don't play money, I know you don't got money, so I know you trying to save money. At the Same time a ngger like me is trying to earn money. You a greedy nigger so don't make me force my way in and take money. Out your stash..WHAT! You holding shit from me? Ima get it out your ass quick fast sonny. You like that fast money, me I'm looking for that long term money, cuz i loves to buuuurnn money. Niggers don't wanna work but yet they wanna earrrn money(HOmeboy just want slack). Hey yo that's none of my concern money. Tell me who can draw a tec and shoot you this quick, who else gonna bring you down futuristic? Exsclusive, fat and juicy, take a bite nigger you'll see I'll knock your teeth out now you all lips like puuuuusssy. Lookin' mad as shit, haters wanna knock this fuck what you claim hip-hop is, fuck all your jewels and how flooded your watch is, you need to hit me with that funky shit non-stop kid.

You know why? Cuz Ima Monster for music.

All you supposda be the bomb now, I think you and your label need to calm down. Yeah you nigger with that corny song out, who about to put it on now? (WHO) Ju and Big Psych bout to put it down, and we don't give a fuck bout your bullshit style son. You need to sit down, who coming wit da shit now? Get down, with some soul like James Brown. All these niggers chippin' gold I was like fuck the games now. Don't make me start callin names out(blowing brains out). Niggers now the face now, so when I stick you on the floor face down, wondering if I left the place now. Hold up now, before this songs through, I gotta another funky break for you...HIT it!

YO for real this shit is hot!



Spelling Beatnuts with Little Donny

B...Bastard(listen yo)
E...Eat pussy(eat that shit yo)
A...Ass('A' I like that shit yo)
T...(aww tities)Turn around ho(turn around bitch)
N...Nasty
U...Used pussy(that's right)
T...Turn around ho(c'mon yall)
S...(nah yo!)Stinky Pussy!

Yo can someone lend me a dollar...Why? I wanna go to Donnies.



Puffin' On A Cloud

Puffin on a cloud(how you feeling momma?)Feeling high, happens everytime, whenever I'm with my guy. Tripping on love and it feels soo goood, I can't help myself, and I wouldn't if I could.

I'm off to the Pocono's with a couple hoes, with high heels and open toes blowing smoke out my brokin' nose, bent at the cafe like smoking joe, ask me if i'm choking (no). I'm seriously about it like MP i'm gonna shout it, come early and raudy cuz it's gonna get crowded. Hold on to your honey (why)we all about it, when we start that puffing watch your place get clouded...(you can't breathe!) After the show honies screaming (Les you can't leave) but I gotta so I grab my main squeeze and bounce to the telly to drink and blaze trees.

Puffin on a cloud(how you feeling momma?)Feeling high, happens everytime, whenever I'm with my guy. Tripping on love and it feels soo goood, I can't help myself, and I wouldn't if I could.

I only fuck around with you cuz the rest would tell, you know you love it cuz we do it in the best hotels. Ain't nothing like the them niggers you had, You be sad you be the nigger you can never introduce to your dad. Nobody keep it realer then you, that's so true buy any man who dares to put his hands on you, exspense paid vaction for two, suprise boo, make you scream like a gypsie when I'm pulling it through. Leave it swollen, go tell all your friends Ju was holdin' gaurenteed to make honey nut, my shit is golden. Never folding like 20 boxes of trojans, hard like an iceberg, honey thinking its frozen. Making you get sweaty and hot, ready or not, laying up in tellies with plenty of pot, Dru Hill don't know what I got they better stop.

Puffin on a cloud(how you feeling momma?)Feeling high, happens everytime, whenever I'm with my guy. Tripping on love and it feels soo goood, I can't help myself, and I wouldn't if I could.

When the beat bumps makes the gold on your neck vibrate, suprise a tristate unexpected like a blind date, crime rate goes up everytime we drop we can't be stopped every time we chop beats like a meatshop, I know gotta reach us, says you can't reach us, so disconnect the beepers. Ima monster for music so prepare for a preacher, double feature, take a seat Im going teach ya. Take notes forget them Krystal clowns, Beatnuts baby a real hiphop sound. Refresh your memory with a Psycho les Melody, yo what the fuck you telling me, what the fuck you selling me? hey yo ??? is that potent thing growing in Poland springs, in one very very important thing always quality and not quantity unless its not the hydrylie then naturally you betta watch out faggot.

Puffin on a cloud(how you feeling momma?)Feeling high, happens everytime, whenever I'm with my guy. Tripping on love and it feels soo goood, I can't help myself, and I wouldn't if I could.



Turn It Out

Yo where my niggaz at? Buy up the bar - roll a trizzie right out of the jar and let the bullets fly outta they car Put the pressure on whatever they are Live niggaz yo, you gotta hit the head or the heart Oh it's money man? Handle your biz -- we the ones that'll strangle your kids, make the pitbulls mangle your Wiz Make it hotter than Los Angeles is Cause if we don't see a profit kid, nobody lives.

Aiyyo we run up in the club, and herb every bouncer Run up on stage and snatch a mic from the announcer Beatnuts, don't get it twisted, this ain't salsa Les the one that signed your bitch's chest like a voucher I'm about ta, turn it up a little louder Beats smack a little harder, got you sayin how the.. .. HELL did you do that over there? Twist up nigga, there's buddha in the air, and...

C'mon c'mon c'mon just turn it out, out C'mon c'mon c'mon just turn it out, out Gettin cash money what we be about bout Gettin cash money what we be about bout

Yo.. aiyyo somethin better happen tonight, I got money and the bitches is right, plus I ain't thinkin bout startin a fight - but if I do I'll be the last nigga standin Sippin J.D. at the bar, holdin the cannon My niggaz get wild like that, yo we don't even like to smile like that, c'mon I'm takin it to trial like that Catch me chillin at the VIP's All the bitches like pointin at me, you know it's me, what?

We're bout to turn it out (I repeat) turn it out Put it out and let the DJ's burn it out As soon as, the needle drop, it got your crew bouncin Beatnuts, feelin this, through the 2000 Rapin loops innocently, cop anything produced by me, and win instantly, yo! This is THAT shit you gon' peep in your CD Beatnuts, and my nigga Greg N-I-C-E.

C'mon c'mon c'mon just turn it out, out C'mon c'mon c'mon just turn it out, out Gettin cash money what we be about bout Gettin cash money what we be about bout

And if you drink Hennessey, say oh yeah And wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air Drink Hennessey, say oh yeah And wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air Drinkin Hennessey, say oh yeah Wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air Drinkin Hennessey, say oh yeah Wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air Drinkin Moet, say oh yeah Wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air Drinkin Alize, say oh yeah Wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air Fellas say HOE, ladies shake your butts Greg N-I-C-E, with the Beatnuts Fellas say HOE, ladies shake your butts Greg N-I-C-E, with the Beatnuts Fellas say HOE, ladies shake your butts Greg N-I-C-E, with the Beatnuts Fellas say HOE, ladies shake your butts Greg N-I-C-E, with the Beatnuts

Ah Brickland, it's time to turn it out Chi-Town, New Orleans turn it out D.C., Atlanta, turn it out Philly, Miami, turn it out V-A, Houston.. turn it out B-more, Detroit - we got to turn it out out

Ah dance dance and don't stop, c'mon...



Rated R

rnGot the lyrics? Send them to me



Story 2000

Hey yo shorty's off the bar hook, shaking that ass you don't mind if we all look, it's all good, oh yeh momma let me holla at ya, you wanna strip? I'll throw a dollar at ya. Honey dip was a thug bitch from bucktown, looking like she needed a pure fuckdown. I was like damn momma your like extasy, like James Brown I wanna get it to it like a sex machine. I said yeh I'm feeling everything you do, she said oh yeh ain't you that kid from the U? I said yeh as I bit my lips, hypnotized with my eyes focused on her tits. I was like by the way what's your name? She said Mary ?????. She knew I was a doorbell like the bury the bone. But that's cool just like I knew she was a BJ hoe, that was only down for a TKO. AKA blazey, i tried to touch her ass, she was like shit the least you could do is say please. I said here's my math and the fly where my shows at. She tried to get my back for touching her ass and squeeze the ball sac. WOOOW momma, I caught the still wood when she whispered in my ear Poppy that feels good. She axed can I have it tonight? Yeh before 11. She was like for sure my nigger 'round 7. 6:59... So she gave me a call around 7 o' clock, she said Patrick I really need some of your cock, I'm crazy horny I wanna ride the pony. I told her I gotta long salomi and that's no baloney. So she came to my crib and started mindin the penis. I told her before I bust mommy ???? ????. I had her kuchi juicy, she had my head gooey, when I pulled out my Chubaca dick she said "CHEWY". That's all you heard when I pushed it, the Psycho's no joke, and that's no bullshit. I made her cum like mad b??? BANG BANG BANG with my viagra balls. Like that baby, she scratched my back crazy, he stroked that ass to sleep my nigger Pat Blazey.



Watch Out Now

Aiyyo my song's on, I gotta get my grub on some to-to (I love to-to) Order three buckets of Mo'-Mo' We gettin more dough, off the books (you gettin jelly) Pullin more hoes off the looks (you gettin jelly) You wan' hate me? Cause your wifey, wants a autograph? From the look in her eyes, I can see she wants more than that When I see fat asses I make fat passes like quarterback Beatnuts is ALLA THAT, your shit, ALL THE WACK Open can-dela, if you foolin wit mah cheddah Hardrock, ever since, junior high suela Fly fella, takin my beats, to make your crowd get up I'm fed up, niggaz wanna bring it -- WHATEVER! I'ma storm your pa-rade (pa-rade) blow your legs off with a gre-nade, now you flappin, like a mermaid Yappin off, bitch you cough at the lips while I'm at the bar, baggin, the bartender tips Then I bag this chick, with a, "Hi," and the eye She did the butterfly, rubbin her ass, against my buttonfly I could ALREADY imagine my shit stuck inside Everytime I strike, haters be like, "Dat fucking guy!"

How's that yo? It's hard for you to swallow It don't take much for us to let the metal holla Lead's bustin out of a old black Impala Thug nigga only fuck wit, muchacha malla Big Ju, dime lo conllo, how we do?, how we do? (How we do) (How the girl don't only love me, they love you!) Whatchu gonna do? (What, what, what?) Nigga whatchu gonna do? (What, yo)

Here's to my pollyin niggaz who campaign To the killers who be lovin the chicas and champagne Thugs who get wild in the club and snatch chains Players who be pimpin the hoes with no brains Front watch a nigga get shot from close range The most range, crazy motherfucker won't change Beatnuts, forever diehard, you want pain? Cause you walkin outta here breathin is insane Flip a beat fast, you leave the club with a heat rash You got a weak stash, came in the club with a free pass I ain't even know they made a Roley for your cheap ass Makin me laugh, you was in jail wearin kneepads Now the beef has, gotten over your head It's over you dead, Ranger Rover, both of your legs til both of us said, platinum gettin took this year Cause for real, there ain't nothin but crooks in here, nigga.

How's that yo? It's hard for you to swallow It don't take much for us to let the metal holla Lead's bustin out of a old black Impala Thug nigga only fuck wit, muchacha malla Big Ju, dime lo conllo, how we do?, how we do? (How we do) (How the girl don't only love me, they love you!) Whatchu gonna do? (What, what, what?) Nigga whatchu gonna do? (What, yo)

(Get money, get money)...



You're A Clown

MMM.... DROP! Yes indeed, it's the Biz Markie with the Beatnuts And I'm gonna count along with this girl like this One, two we'll come for you Three, four you better lock your door Five, six beatnuts in the mix Seven, eight now let's get it straight Nine, ten for everybody that slept YOU better watch your step! YOU better watch your step!

Now pull it out your pocket Pull it out your pocket Biz Mark Beatnuts we about to rock it Now pull it out your pocket Pull it out your pocket Psycho Les baby, I'm about to drop it I'm just a villain Chillin in my gangster stand I cop all my threes from Amsterdam I make them Black Eyed Peas kids say 'That's the jam' Beatnuts baby back by popular demand Drop another jam Sock you and your man If you don't know by now, BLAM Y'all small soldiers wanna blast back Like a wedgie I'm gonna get up in that asscrack Feet first Whip a concert with no rehearse You wanna spit you gotta talk to me first The ringleader Blow your cover You think we cool cuz I know your mother?

Yo, elegant flow, stomp you like an elephant tho You only got a little money and you spendin it slow Anything you gotta say is like irrelevant yo I need money like I gotta let the President go From a hostage situation that's surrounded by smoke In a trailer in the middle of hell, nobody know It's the junkyard hannibal lec Snatch the first grabbable tec And look for any catchable rep Back in effect, slap you in the back of the neck I've been holdin this down for a while, show me respect Rainin the tec and all of that, breakin your neck It's off the hook this year, two niggas called me collect.

YOU'RE A CLOWN!!!! I saw you at a party uptown Nobody even know you, you just standing around YOU'RE A CLOWN!!!! Don't even try to step outta bounds Cuz if you drink and start a fight nobody holdin you down YOU'RE A CLOWN!!!! Lookin through the records I found It takes more than that for you to duplicate this sound YOU'RE A CLOWN!!!! My heat'll lift your feet off the ground Live niggas throw the bacon and move it around.

I follow recipe Over on sesame This time the kid.... Psycho Les'll be On top of the industry This one's for my niggas in the street I'm lookin at the situation so I gotta flip a beat Make your heart skip a beat So we can all eat Went from a project kid with a calculator watch To a rollie, to cashin them royalties You must be a fool playin with this hungry dog's food Snap at you with a rude attitude My troops landin parachutes I hit you with phatter loops And y'all clowns better show us gratitude Word up!

Me & les rock the house MC's rock the house The Beatnuts rock the house The rain with the tec rock the house It's the Biz Markie as you can see I got more rhymes than Muhammed Ali I'm one in a million just like Aaliyah You look at me and say Mama Mia! I sing funky records most definitely Ain't no other MC that can mess with me I know my man Les you remember music factory With rhymin big Sam rest in peace you see I rock the mic and you will know That I rock the mic and go ohohohohohhoh Sing a funky record MCs'll say Ain't no other MC like B I Z M uza A From New York york L I I New Jersey z I am fly Straight out the DC and Maryland Gotta give a shout out to Virginia with the skins Singin funky records most definitely I like to go OOOOOOOOH Peace!

YOU'RE A CLOWN!!!! I saw you at a party uptown Nobody even know you, you just standing around YOU'RE A CLOWN!!!! Don't even try to step outta bounds Cuz if you drink and start a fight nobody holdin you down YOU'RE A CLOWN!!!! Lookin through the records I found It takes more than that for you to duplicate this sound YOU'RE A CLOWN!!!! My heat'll lift your feet off the ground Live niggas throw the bacon and move it around.



Buddah in the Air

Got the lyrics? Send them to me



Se Acabo

Callate la boca y bajate los panties my ten minute ride sastis y fumanti beatnuts y proyect uno, una loquera bajatelos chula, que lo que tu espera JuJu te lo pega, de todas las maneras despues nos vamos shopping, vaciamos la chequera a mi si no me importa, te compro lo que quieras te saco toda la noche, y te dejo con ojeras

ya llego el muchachon, tigaraso, ladron bucano, marinero oye esta cancion (se acabo) pasame el tabaco y ron, como no si asi se comienza loqueria, no juegues con tu vida juega loteria, tu ano ya pasado, esta vuelta es mia, para platino, con animo It's a Beatnuts thing yo you know how that goes.

quien entro, el super borracho tumbando todo estos raperos de cuadro el pyscho y esta vez te lo traigo directo del barrio de queens, tocando heavy en el radio, como un steam, estamos calientes como un trago de aguardiente este es un toast pa mi gente de santo domingo y COLOMBIA boricua esta es la bomba.

no pares sigue,sigue pala playa en convertible sin relajo yo te dije montate, no te fijes hay fiesta, agarrate chula y aprieta no te me peocupes, que juju te respeta doblate pa' lante y agarrate la teta mami coje gusto y quedate me quieta no te pongas loca te doy con la chancleta tengo proteccion, adentro de la chaqueta se que tienes novio, ojala que no se meta en caso de problemas ahi tengo la metra, metra metra metra (prrrraaaaaa prraaa prraaaaaa)

Se Acabo

Dominicanos! mira quien llego el negrito del swing nigga yea thats him nigga, Benz nigga rolex with tha gems nigga no lo digo por decirlo porque todo es mio in a nutshell perros cuerros un 38.0 pa'los joloperos y fregos dame eso, money comes in ingles y spanish Nigga I'm like a Jay-Z duet; two voices, one talent Ya tu sabe who is I, Mr. Juan Dilema te caigo en sima, rompete la madre fly pa arriba, sube para las nubes so screw this no soy boriqua so dont call me papa simply pure, puffing hierba,en la, presidential suite with two hevas tres botellas y seis condones Beatnuts y Magic Juan we tha shit los gran majones.

manos arriabas, sigue la familia.