Man you lashed out
Cause me and my niggaz throwing
rocks at your glass house
Put the trash out we coming
to crash out
Become a notorious style
pulling mats out
Why you playin' now
I'ma put the flame on you
Ju' got the canyon,
Les the grenade launcher
I blaze ganja like Jamaicans
in Kingston
And shit on you and leave you stinkin'
Light a match
You
the Ave with a snub nose
Late night ridin' a bike
watchin' for po po
At a red light right in plain sight
On a summer on the low
on the dead night
Why y'all niggaz don't
want it with us
And they ain't really shit to discuss
All that shit you be spittin', it's us
Step to you with the steel out
Juju ain't the type of cat
you want to feel out
It's all you you can hate if you
want
(u don't want it)
Beatnuts keep blazing the blunts (u don't
want it)
And beats banging the truck
(u don't want it)
Gettin' money worldwide we provide
them up front (u don't want it)
All you women in the club we know
what you want (u don't want it)
Catch you with the cross bow
Right through your torso
What you said (nuttin') thought so
Pass by your crib riding a horse slow
Just checkin' out the negocio
Time to collect from
the inner streets belly
Nigga want to come short like Joe Pesci
Before I wack em I crack a cold pepsi
Click back all leave the space messy
Blowin guns like Jesse
Pulled my glock out who want to test me
I feel like the devil just possessed me
Burn more weed,
I'm moving at hyper speed
Always carry two knives with me
For why y'all niggaz who
be trying to hate
You fucking fake man
You know these are the records
you be dyin to make
Think you're hot nigga yeah right
Hot in the ass fuck around
get shot in the ass
It's all you you can hate if you want
(you don't want it)
Beatnuts keep blazing the blunts
(you don't want it)
And beats banging the truck
(you don't want it)
Get tin' money worldwide we provide
them up front (you don't want it)
All you women in the club we know
what you want (you don't want it)
speak what they got
Eat at the spot like Pac
you could believe it or not
In the streets in the drop
you know my boys is hot
We spit fireballs you heard my
click got my thousand yours
Hammer quipped we die for
the strips defy the law
We the squad that do the
job and beat the charge
A gold T with a old key will beat the job
You never know when you're
'bout to go
You never know when you're
'bout to blow
Niggaz get locked when the
back is slow
On my pops we gonna pop the Mo
Pop the krizic cock is clicked
Til Seis get killed by the apocalypse
Ain't no stoppin' this
We splurgin' and mergin'
Icein' up the verse so nice
they call me surgeon
Fuck what they heard twin
We the truth smoke weed on the roof
Puff live on the deuce get
live off the 1- 5- 1 proof
You never know this ain't a
rapper being phony
With the white gold and big boulders
and Cuban zircony
Frontin' like you don't know me,
homey
The Beatnuts 
