Psycho Les.. JuJu!
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[JuJu]
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East to West, even if you wearin a vest
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They gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest
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Look at the best, still only second or less
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And even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest
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Bigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest
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You know the name of my click, nigga it start wit a tres
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dog that'll reload and bark with the best
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Dark with a cold heart spittin darts through your flesh
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[Psycho Les]
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You know the street code, stash the kilo
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Jump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke
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Countin G notes, I made off the Chino's
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But this one Chino wanna play Pacino
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So he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron
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Crept up on him (CREW) caught him with the forearm
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Called up Big Ju, M.A. nigga, the war's on
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(Fuckin with this bitch dog, let me put my drawers on)
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Chorus: Beatnuts (repeat 2X)
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Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live live and better
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Cause all the shine will be mine forever
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So it's now or never, we get down whatever
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Four-pounds and leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever
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[JuJu]
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Bite your face off, pull your heart out, flood it with steak sauce
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Chop you up, til there's no limbs for me to break off
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Kick your stupid ass it's just tragic nigga and take off
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Go kill everybody at work and take the day off
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[Psycho Les]
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And pay you a visit
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And knock your door down, strongman with the four-pound
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Put the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down
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(Oh) You ready for war now, lacin your hightops?
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Doma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?
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[JuJu]
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No peace, niggaz want beef, you know we love it
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Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket
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Never seen it comin like that, you had a chance Pah
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Now you like, "Oh shit!" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+
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[Psycho Les]
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Corona Queens, where half of my crew be at
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You didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat
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If you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack
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If you a ?, fakin a movie jack?
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[JuJu]
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I let the mac off, finish the act with the hats on
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The plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor
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I'm back for what is rightfully mine
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I spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design
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Chorus
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[JuJu]
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Yo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word
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like a demon spittin Hell at thirty-three and a third
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You wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me
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And if you do FAGGOT, better sneak up behind me
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See that's the only way that you gon' get me
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And if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me
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To my double-gat niggaz who talk shit and bubble crack
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This year, y'all niggaz gon' hear me on a couple tracks
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[Psycho Les]
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Spittin like a thirty-eight caliber
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Any challenger? One stands up, get handcuffed, to the banister
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Beat down your manager, now leave with my dough
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You can't be mad at the, hustler from the Queens borough
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It's Big Psych', we can go at it, like a pit fit
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Everything I spit tight, go out after midnight
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Like a vampire, call me your messiah
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"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire"
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What, who the best nigga?
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Beatnuts!
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Beatnuts Forever - feat. Triple Seis and Marlon "Perro" Manson
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The Beatnuts |