Beatnuts - My Music lyrics
rate meF/ Armaretta, Problemz<br />
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(what's that)<br />
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[Psycho Les]<br />
Some incredible shit, some incredible shit uhh<br />
Twist that baby up in here<br />
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[Armaretta]<br />
'Ey yo Big Psych<br />
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[Psycho Les]<br />
What up, what up mami<br />
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[Armaretta]<br />
Get on the mic and rock the M.I.C.<br />
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[Psycho Les]<br />
Light a hell up, puff to my eyes swell up<br />
When it comes to the green we got hell up<br />
(My music bang, from here to releswelup (?) )<br />
Bang you with the music, or bang you accapella<br />
Like my shorty ran up, said get the cheddar<br />
I'm making to much I'm getting hated by the tela<br />
I'm making so much I'm getting customized leather<br />
Brand new shoes, twenty-twos and better<br />
So I pass those talking birds like berreta<br />
Heavy rotation like a propeller<br />
Every station saying this is something you never<br />
Never heard before<br />
So crank it up and hit the art-core<br />
(art-core) (art-core) (art-core) (art-core)<br />
Yo, yo next up<br />
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[Armaretta]<br />
Yo I believe that's me<br />
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[Psycho Les]<br />
Armaretta, Rock the M.I.C.<br />
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[Armaretta]<br />
Invisible being gangster on the game<br />
If this about hottest bitch then you know my name<br />
See me in the street better bring the theme<br />
Brooklyn representitive, the road to fame<br />
I sit back, laid back thinking 'bout all my gats spittin'<br />
Host to your cat man, as long being tapped man<br />
In the club my niggaz never left me<br />
Go be getting out with knives cuz security ain't checking<br />
Thread me stupid better think twice <br />
He don't know how I get when I'm in the bar nice<br />
Hot licks no ice, everything look right<br />
Here dun hold tight I dig hopping ass hoes man as<br />
Build and see life's about getting paid<br />
About getting laid, at the hard getting sprayed<br />
BK build up, white fox silled up<br />
You expect us to live<br />
Six hundred a crib<br />
Now who's next<br />
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[Problemz]<br />
Yo I believe that's me<br />
Passing the tree to Armaretta ripping it constantly<br />
I specialize in distributing raw sixteens, tokem faries<br />
Sending emcees out the frame<br />
Like pigeons of my x-game <br />
Intoxicated demon over skeemon<br />
Only hit the key to club jumping<br />
Niggaz in there trucks dumping<br />
Mammis look that jump and then they truck humping<br />
Jumping in my whip<br />
All on my dick<br />
It's flash booties like watertheme amusement<br />
Jump on her producers <br />
Hit the exit, the tunes is dumb soft<br />
My lungs cough<br />
Opens allergies and metaphoric<br />
Parafurnelly or lyrically taking care of you<br />
Who else could it be, but that nigga named Problemz<br />
Alias capping camons with the flif up in your feelings<br />
Be easy and fall back like an extra<br />
And don't be extra, or catch extras <br />
And see your extra large fitted<br />
Whenever I spit it automaticly<br />
And quit it problemo, fowl pass me the demo's<br />
Next up<br />
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(Work that shit, that shit baby<br />
Problemoz, Armaretta, Big Psych<br />
Bounce, just bounce, come on bounce<br />
That's my music, that's my music<br />
Come on that's my music<br />
Hip hop that's my music)
