hit me with that lyrics – beatnuts

we got that funk on lock “ya, ya better, ask somebody”

hardcore comin’ with the beats and rhymes
got you hummin’ now you wanna press rewind
beatnuts combine goin’ line for line
a-yo juju “hit me with that sh*t one time” – method man

it’s the hardcore funk come get your fill
from the pistol packin’ punk raisin’ h*ll with the dug grill
n*body cares what i think so i drink
causin’ mad trouble pullin’ guns in an eyeblink
from the depths of h*ll i make it known son
my mind frame makes mc’s swallow they own tongue
i dismantle compet*tion 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 n*gg* get your sh*t straight
peace to all my n*gg*s in queens pushin’ big weight
rick jan always takin’ care of buisness
a shout to coronna and i’m out with the quickness

a-yo fash

fashion aka al tariq:
i got so much of this and ah so much of that
and so much just f*ckin’ cool in my act
that n*gg*s be stressin’ me trying to mock my steelo
me though, born just one smooth negro
i got it like that i make a b*tch wanna dress up
watch me slide in and see your f*ckin’ 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 sh*t up in her motherf*ckin’ r*ct*m bro
erupt let off nuts just like a cannon
i’m standin’ in the same d*mn spot i f*ckin’ shannon in
laid that *ss hoes a wanta break want a drink
did that 6-9 sh*t i’m suckin’ cl*ts she suckin’ d*ck
but stickin’ back and lay way back don’t try to fester
who posess more chicks then f*ckin’ p.m.s.

a-yo short jive a-yo psycho

psycho les:
splash wet that *ss just like a jacuzzi
n*gg*s all say “who’s he, the n*gg* with the uzi?”
the hardrockin’ up the block state of mind
just finished puffin’ bout to sniff my second line of c*ke
frequencies float like a f*g see blunts
and six packs enjoy the f*ckin’ track
blastin’ for your listenin’ pleasure att*tude? 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 f*ckin’ chocolate
hocus pocus you can try to focus
but you won’t see me i see you like f*ckin’ oprah’s
fat *ss upon a fat*ss screen
slice your adams apple, kiwi strawberry snapple


/ beatnuts lyrics