Intro:
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Meanwhile in the control room at the back of the theater...
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These brats swam, I knew they would
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Your plan is working master.
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Of course!
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(knocking) Who is it?
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Special delievery.
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Who? Who is it?
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It's a special delivery.
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Who is it. (Fuck it)
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UPS open up.
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Psycho Les:
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I just got this product transported for essay, Gea, connect to say who ?
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Kid coming at your speakers, is the same kid that be like (puuut puuut
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puuut) coming in chicas
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Keep shakin' that ass like a horny Egyptian, as we proceed to rip shit
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Baby, I be S-T-O-N-E Crazy, red Mercury blow your spot up
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I keep one eye on snakes the other on jakes
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3rd eye on my money with no time to take a break
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They only break I make is when I gab the breed and jump in the get-away
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(It's got to be now) but for now is the only way
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Pop my CD in your Sony play, twist a fatty, kick back
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And enjoy what I got to say, cause this type of shit your don't hear
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everyday
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JuJu:
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Big Ju, rugged and rawnchy, never nonchalantly
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And huant me to live in this world that don't want me
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A fowl nigga maybe the fowlest you'll ever encounter
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Murder for the smallest amount, money to count
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Cuban cable givin' cash around the table
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My record label watchin' the sons steady and stable
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Bit my shit, but you wack and wasn't able
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Silence, we bringin' the violence from the cradle
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Fatal when I see a bitch nigga and face, you like a foreigner frontin' in a
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dangerous place
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You in Corona, Stone City and Babalona
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Dominicians got a tight grip Isatona
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Pyscho Les:
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Catch me in Corona, on a corner, hotter than Daytona
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Sippin' Arizona, power moves on a celly phona
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Touch tone flip, 9-11, the click, we connect like internet
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Cash checks, blast techs, that burn holes to lest bet, faggots
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Get they ass ripped, that quick, trying to play me like a camel
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Fuckin' with my moola, telling me to change my formula
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Alcohol and lye be the perfect combination, my organization move the nation
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Like automation, with no hesitation, no doubt son (naw mean?)
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It's off the books (it's off the books baby) It's off the books this year
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baby
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Hook:
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Beatnuts, Supa Supreme team from Queens
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Grand Imperial and misters say "whoyounawmean?" (x4)
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Outro:
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3 C-F Mafia. Corona Killers. Gray Cisco. Profile Baby
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Supa Supreme
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The Beatnuts |