Beatnuts - Slam Pit - Feat. Cuban Link And Common lyrics
rate me[Cuban Link]<br />
"I'm hard to kill, for real, nigga guard your grill" --> Cuban Link<br />
Yo, yo, Yo flipmode is how this nigga roll<br />
Finger on the trigger low, quick to lick a shot for that bigger pot of gold<br />
Lock and load, my heavy metal rock and rolls<br />
If you gotta go you gotta go, that's part of the show<br />
My heart is cold like a Nautica nailin niggaz like carpenters<br />
Stalkin the hardest squadrons, spark em from New York to Arkansas<br />
Watchin the projects is how I got my logic<br />
Economics is pickin pockets then we split the profit<br />
The only shit I pop is what my glock spit<br />
Watch for the cops since we spark the chocolate<br />
Cause the blocks are hotter than the fuckin tropics<br />
In topless bars, college girls with no bras<br />
My whole squad got blow jobs smokin Godfather cigars<br />
Live large like Scarface, parlayin to far place<br />
No car chasin, she's watchin all the stars in space<br />
Safe and sound in my playground with my tre pound<br />
Got eighty rounds just in case clowns wanna play around<br />
I lay it down for them non-believers<br />
Them non-achievin niggaz that wanna be leaders but can never beat us<br />
Y'all better greet us if you ever see us (word up)<br />
TS, Beatnuts, double up, but grab your motherfuckin heaters<br />
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Sample interlude<br />
--Slammin MC's on cement--<br />
--The beats, the nuts--<br />
--Got you froze like gun point--<br />
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[JuJu]<br />
--It's the hard-little pistol packin--<br />
It's the control freak, leave you with a whole in your cheek<br />
Worst attitude in rap, Ju stay in the streets<br />
I gotta eat, the only thing I'm playin is keeps<br />
Your beats cost a lotta money but they sound real cheap<br />
You sound weak, anemic, like you get no sleep<br />
Fuckin with me, you outta your mind? get outta your Jeep<br />
Ya know I'm gonna beat you till the police come<br />
And tell niggaz who the fuck I got that Roly from<br />
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[Psycho Les]<br />
--Psycho Les--<br />
Yeah, ugh, what...Jump out the Rover and let you know it's over<br />
And grab you with a crowbar and snap you in a coma<br />
Drug you with my music son, you'll never sober<br />
While your chicks on my --boing-- on a leather soafer<br />
Chillin there, iced out billionaire<br />
In war clothes blastin as I blast led through your Versace wardrobe<br />
What! Motherfuckers<br />
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--Slammin MC's on cement--<br />
Ugh<br />
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[Common]<br />
--Common Sense, Common's tellin ya--<br />
Picture a king, with heater, holy book, and big rings<br />
Real nigga doin big things interpreting dreams<br />
Off the Jim Bean, ain't shit sweet for sixteens<br />
My gods got the block sewn to the inseam<br />
I'm on the other side, trying to get green<br />
So I fash and trash that ass at least a day<br />
Warrin with self I battle, the Middle Eastern way<br />
Bring heat like the months, that's east of May<br />
Casket in the road and saw a new school that knows the old<br />
This memory I hold the scroll, my flow is a Road...Less Traveled<br />
You rock, but been through less gravel<br />
My mystique suggest battle and what have you<br />
Rip a nigga from New York to west coast, Chicago<br />
Don't give a fuck where he from he'll get beat like a drum<br />
Till this rap goes numb, seekin the hot Medusa from circulation<br />
I strangle this string music, and suffocate a drum<br />
Wanted to be a star till I seen I was the sun/son<br />
Got my weight up like Pun<br />
Improvise to get ass, emphasize to get passed<br />
Fuck a mic check, I bring my flow in cash<br />
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Talkin to fade
