Classic Nuts, Vol. 1

Beatnuts, The lyrics

Beatnuts, The lyrics

"Find That Lyrics"

Wart Hog Lyrics
Wart, Wart Hog Wart, Wart Hog Wart, Wart Hog Wart I shot some dope, I feel so sick It's a sick world, sick, sick, sick Drugs and bitches and junkies and fags Artificial phonies I hate it, hate it Sick, sick, sick, it's the price I pay It's a sick world, what can I say? (Bullshit scum, they're all ingrates)

Psycho les:
Step in my pride again balloons you're swallowin'
Importin' it transportin' it
Through metal detectors no one's followin'
Coast is clear from the east coast to south america, medellin
Known for doin dirt but my tracks clean
As i whistle you get hit by a missle
While you're eatin' dinner tryin' to reach for your pistol
You's a beginner, at this
You need practice
My label put doe on the table
For me to whack kids
I whack 'em body bag 'em trunk 'em
Daily routine my product bring new fiends
From new areas my tunes start spreadin' like bacterias
Yo fuck rubber glovin' it my peeps is lovin' it
Niggas is tapin' it uh dubbin' it
I give it to you ra
I'm Not Talking Lyrics
I'm not talking, Well that's all I got to say. Used to think I knew it, Man I sure outgrew it. Things like idle chatter, Ain't the things that matter, That's one thing I can do without. I'm not talking, Well that's all I got to say. Things I say at midnight, I ain't gonna say 'em in daylight. I rea
w out the speaker
While you indoors like a fuckin' house keeper
Dustin' i be outdoors hustlin'
Track gamblin' scrabbalin' my doses like eggs
Niggas don't pay (what you do?) i brake legs
Snap necks shoot off techs do like the irs
And reposes your fuckin' lex

Talking:
Yo where the fuck my car? (ah man you don't understand)
What?! (t.n.t. rolled up) what? aahhh i'm out.

Juju:
Undoubtedly techniques shine through let it be known
Mics torchin' mc's who intersect my zone
It's the beer drinkin' cuban linkin' money thinker
Lethal joy ride homicide body sticker
Muder when i slip into hysteria mode
As i rise to terrorize every area code
Junkyard like a cro
Quem Me Dera Lyrics
quem me dera ouvir ela cantar pra mim uma historia q nao tenha o mesmo fim quem me dera ouvir ela dizer enfim que a novela no termina sempre assim mas ela sabe falar portugus e ela sabe o que se passa com vocs tambm sabe contar at tres e se sabe conta outra e outra vez... quem me dera ouvir ela falar tambm
ok in the night
I want mines i take mines dressed in black holdin' the mic
Now give me my loot and no stories
Excuses just bore me so nigga don't try to reassure me
Here's the plan you need to have my money on hand
If you don't then you gon die where you stand
Surprise i'm never lettin' shit slide by
Nigga either you gon come correct or you die
So if you owe me money better find that shit
Cause nigga will die quick behind that shit

Hook:
If you owe me money better find that shit
Cause niggas will die quick behind that shit

Juju:
It's the hard little pistol packin'
Money stackin' super down low never know
Honey mackin'
Scared, never catchin' cases
Line Of Silver Lyrics
Take a line of silver, take a line of coke Take a line of silver, take a line of coke Take a line of silver, take a line of coke Take a line of silver Don't forget your favourite things Don't forget your favourite things Booty in the crib on the non-stop summer's day It's good, getting better, getting better in so many ways yo whatever
Cleverly we keepin' the block sewn together
React like a cat always elude danger
Cause i ain't never sold no drugs to no stranger
The rearranger of beats and baselines
It's hardcore keepin' it raw e'ry time

Psycho les:
Nypd lookin' for me knockin' at 1g
Nobody home ask my neighbor nobody know
Where i'm at where i be what i'm doin'
How i'm livin' limo drivin' women screwin'
Up my stack comin' short i ain't havin' it
See that fat link on your neck? i'm grabbin' it
The clocks tickin' and i'm a time that shit
You got 24 hours to find that shit
If you owe money better find that shit
Cause bitches is dyin' too behind that shit

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