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1. _ Strokes
Intro (girl on an answering machine)
Hi (donkey sound). call me. i want to fuck. alright?
Psycho les:
Pulling honeys like a vaccum cleaner puffed out in a beamer
Moving units like selena
Set to kill for my wiz like tony did for gena
? spanish?
Even ? get the finger from the front
From the back i don't front crack the conyack
Honies 18 and over and if your grill busted then i can't be sober (naaaw)
Even a fat hun will the get the fat one no diggedy
No hickies, strickly got to time for love just quickies
Psycho, checkin' honies out like michael, myers
They lock to my dick like plyers
Twist my nuts like a fire hydrant, then i sink her
Her toes in my jim hat, bust off like a sprinkler
The honey winker, like (donkey noise) i give up signals
Flip singles and strippers, so that the could jiggle
Erotic style baby, what?
Hook:
Uuah, ha ha ha ah, uuah
Strokes (x6)
Psycho les:
A-yo it's friday night nothin' could stop les
You could find me and the fellas at a topless
Slipping dollars in a g-string getting feels
Lap dancing with fine honeys and hills
Puerto rican, black white some fine some wack
I'm horny so all these honies got back
Through my eyes all i see is bloody mary
Parlayin' like it's my birthday april 10th i'm an aries baby
What do you say we go back to my crib
Honey says "you stone crazy! what is you thinkin'? what is you drinkin'?"
Put my hand in front of brill tell please your breath is kickin' (beeotch)
Turn around and start to kick it to this other chick
She was with it, giving me signals to hit it
(did you hit her?) fromt her shitter
Then i flipped her and ripped up her clitter
Hook
I'm not that type. i'm not that type
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2. _ Be Proud/interlude
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3. _ Bless The M.i.c.
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4. _ Intermission
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5. _ Thinkin 'bout Cash
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6. _ Horny Horns
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7. _ Do You Believe
Juju:
Ayo , its ill when i'm heated how my heart stay cold
Write a rhyme that make the gats around the world explode
Now behold the burning malice of a treacherous soul
First time i shot a gun duke , i was 12 years old
But since then , i've never put it down my friend
She go to war when i tell her
Fuck a who , why , when , til the end
Indeed its good to have and not need
Even better when you can shoot back and not bleed
Take heed , poppin like an el full of seed
My team is gettin bigger , got more mouths to feed
Shorty let me tell you bout my only vice
It got to do with lots of money and it aint nothin nice
It aint nothin nice
Chorus: (2x)
Ay , you believe in god?
You do , tell him to save you
Cause me and these niggaz here
We aint tryin to save you
Regardless of the fact that its close to home
I gotta finish your life , so i can start my own
My own nigga
Psycho les:
Ayo , my audios guaranteed to lift the audience
It was that time again
So we gathered up 40 men
40 ounces , trees burning , heads bouncin
Dollars is the mission
Sittin in the yoga position
Isolate my mind from your bitchin
Pulp fiction
Lose you in the mix in
Lets get this poppin , lock down the top 10
Knockin pretty boy cats on they ass each time we drop kid
Yeah , you know how we comin
Raw grooves with the funky drum drummin
And when my song goes off
You'll still be hummin
Noddin your head , or singin my chorus
The after midnight feen
The 4 in the morning blunt feen
Peelin dutches
Fill em in like taco shells
Willing judges
Wheeling jake with half a cake in my coat
Pointin gats like remotes
At cats with federal notes
Tossin bodies off boats
Chorus (2x)
Our own nigga , our own
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8. _ Stone Crazy
Now, let me ask you this... off the record.
Is it true what they say about how they... smoke a lot of, y'know...
Yeah, yeah
Everybody get up, beatnuts
World's famous, no doubt!
Straight out the laboratory
Fuck, what?
What?
Your mother sucks cocks, and your father
[juju]
I beat too savagely, it doesn't even matter to me
I hold this down like gravity, reality
Is unloaded, the foul mouthed brain exploded
The gun-totin, the charles manson pres votin
The bitch chokin, the hydro cheeba smokin
Leave ya witcha nose broken, the ill spoken
Killer, fuck your little girl like magilla
The wild gorilla, gun down barney miller
Ahhh!
Yo, fuck these niggaz yo, they violent, they violent
Yo, yo, what the fuck you doin yo? punk?
Can't shoot a cop son!
*singing* you must be stone crazy (4x)
[psycho les]
Here's my ultimatum, niggaz don't have my shit laced
No question, little did you know, you came here for confession
Cross-examination, my organization stack figures
And when you fuck up we chop heads, no fingers
Fuckin around, with those beatnut niggaz
Now you missin body dumped in different rivers
Full-fledged rapper with the stone crazy singer
I'm comin at you with the ice pick yellin ?bre vega?
Because i perceive you a sneaky, analyzer
Touch the equalizer, get shot by the tranquilizer
Who shot ya?
Who? the bilingual mandingo, roll trees
But prefer leaves, don't give a fuck about drug beefs
Peep the headlines, stay high
Twenty-four/seven, lali out with the red eyes
*singin* you must be stone crazy (repeat 4x)
Intoxicated, intoxicated, intoxicated
Fuck you was thinkin nigga? fuck you was on?
Round and around and around and around
And around and around and around we go
Yo, beatnuts, world's famous
Round and around and around and around
And around and around and around we go
Yo, drinkin a glass of prozac so get the bozack
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9. _ World Famous
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10. _ Here's A Drink
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11. _ Finger Smoke
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12. _ Niggas Know
Niggas know (x3)
Psycho les:
To fiends my product be their drug
When they see me they give me a pound and a bear hug
Solute and bud, never sober
Nigga ju scooped me up (in what?) in the black nova
When we link up, we throw shots, drink up
We conversate in the background bangin'
Is a funky break, with my arm hangin'
Middle finer to state troop and leave them behind me
Going 90 down the express way, fuck carlito
Gonna do it the big ju and les way
Beatnuts, got a plan that's brilliant
Gonna blow up the safe that holds up our building
Juju:
Yo here's the keys son, money and power they sanonymous
So i'm a take mine and form a fortune that be bottomless
Yo never shot a miss, to lose is out the question
Your life could be taken as quick as a suggestion
Killing is deep, well lavishly orchestrated,
I hate it when my work is so selfishly negated
Stated, that i'm never be forgotten
And you still couldn't find an mc that's more rotten
Hook:
Strategicly we maintain in all reality
Live with the guns to cover all the technicalitites
And crush the falises that's frontin' is legit cause
(real niggas don't talk shit) (x2)
Psycho les:
Yo dun, there's money to swipe, the juice come thicker
Then sunny delight, and my leather black seat reclines
So i can spin around; pull down the blinds, crack open the wines
My click holds serious faces
And only crack smiles when i pull the briefcases
Out the closet, in the middle of the process, even if i know you
You get shot for spreading gossip
To niggas i don't associate with, if i don't blast your head off
I'll simply break it
Aluminum batted, melon splattered, so unique
Now who the fuck wanna critique
Juju:
Yeah it's lovely, yeah man it's lovely indeed (it is lovely)
Bubbly off the heiny and weed, you can't live
You be lucky if i let you breath
If it ain't about profit nigga i can't see
Try not to blow my high with conversation
Conflict my lead to many assassinations
Blunted in a black sudan with two hatians (watching)
While the d's hemmed up these jamacains, thinkin'
How we gonna carry your ass, and where the fuck niggas
Gonna bury your ass; see it's over
I could never let that go, say who gotta let niggas know?
Bitch nigga
Hook (x2)
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13. _ Uncivilized
Intro:
Yeah, yeah yeah. open your mouth (aaaah). open it! wide.
Psycho les:
I'm coming running at you with an axe, chop you in the hip
Now you fuckin' hop don't don't ask me any questions (questions)
Why too many ears at my sessions
With opions, but not this year (no question)
Strickly answers, luke dancers, chasing off happy campers
And wanna be rap gangsters, yappin' that shit i don't like
But not tonight we bring that shit to start a fight
So what the fuck? when i hit you know i struck
Knuckle game, test and get munked
Nigga dissed me, forget this and you back in the rhyme with a punch line
Trying to slamp you in broad daylight around lunch time, so what the fuck?
Don gobbi:
No false assumption, i cut a face just like a pumpkin
Potted up and drunken, grabbin' my balls while gruntin'
You just a munshkin, not even half of the equivalent
My team is militant, criminals who swear they innocent
You insignificant, i turn diesel niggas to involents
You started it, i'll finish it, deminish it
I'm killing it, word duke, i let it known don't fuck with gobbi
Act a man like rack of lamb and feed the body to the rody
Smokin' suckas wit logic and raised with project lobby
I let you choose your fate, your only crews will wait
I'm heavyweight and when i'm old and great yo i rejuvenate
And duplicate, and slam man like sumo tournaments
Fake thugs get plugged and missles launched to their coordinates
Hip hop cornered it, a-yo we fear none, rappers hootchies and spear guns
Bustin' threw your ear drums, we leave the ears numb
Get you open like black moon and spot a kill of gorillas
A plattoon of baboons (that stab wounds) to make the shit worse hit up your
Soft spaces
A bunch of niggas with court cases and all faces
And torch places and leave the spot crispy, smokin' like a hippy
From now until i'm 50
Hook:
Unciviled (x4)
But now i start to realize
Don gobbi:
Yo turn the mic on, ju visualize like nightcorn
You fake thug niggas still sleep with the lights on
You quite wrong thinkin' that your team is like strong
We strangle y'all niggas like pythons, we like flaws
Corona outlaws, 52 southpaw
Hungary as niggas that'll come out yours
Stick a nigga in a heartbeat, it's the cold blooded dominican dark meat
Hook
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14. _ Supa Supreme
Intro:
Meanwhile in the control room at the back of the theater...
These brats swam, i knew they would
Your plan is working master.
Of course!
(knocking) who is it?
Special delievery.
Who? who is it?
It's a special delivery.
Who is it. (fuck it)
Ups open up.
Psycho les:
I just got this product transported for essay, gea, connect to say who ?
Kid coming at your speakers, is the same kid that be like (puuut puuut
Puuut) coming in chicas
Keep shakin' that ass like a horny egyptian, as we proceed to rip shit
Baby, i be s-t-o-n-e crazy, red mercury blow your spot up
I keep one eye on snakes the other on jakes
3rd eye on my money with no time to take a break
They only break i make is when i gab the breed and jump in the get-away
(it's got to be now) but for now is the only way
Pop my cd in your sony play, twist a fatty, kick back
And enjoy what i got to say, cause this type of shit your don't hear
Everyday
Juju:
Big ju, rugged and rawnchy, never nonchalantly
And huant me to live in this world that don't want me
A fowl nigga maybe the fowlest you'll ever encounter
Murder for the smallest amount, money to count
Cuban cable givin' cash around the table
My record label watchin' the sons steady and stable
Bit my shit, but you wack and wasn't able
Silence, we bringin' the violence from the cradle
Fatal when i see a bitch nigga and face, you like a foreigner frontin' in a
Dangerous place
You in corona, stone city and babalona
Dominicians got a tight grip isatona
Pyscho les:
Catch me in corona, on a corner, hotter than daytona
Sippin' arizona, power moves on a celly phona
Touch tone flip, 9-11, the click, we connect like internet
Cash checks, blast techs, that burn holes to lest bet, faggots
Get they ass ripped, that quick, trying to play me like a camel
Fuckin' with my moola, telling me to change my formula
Alcohol and lye be the perfect combination, my organization move the nation
Like automation, with no hesitation, no doubt son (naw mean?)
It's off the books (it's off the books baby) it's off the books this year
Baby
Hook:
Beatnuts, supa supreme team from queens
Grand imperial and misters say "whoyounawmean?" (x4)
Outro:
3 c-f mafia. corona killers. gray cisco. profile baby
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15. _ Find That
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 raw 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 crook 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 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
Hook
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16. _ Off The Books
[big punisher]
Hey yo it's all love, but love's got a thin line
And pun's got a big nine, respect crime but not when it reflect mine
The shit i'm on is wrong but it lasts long
Pull a fast one, then pun'll wake up, with the stash gone
I'm mad strong, and my cream is fast
Smoke the greenest grass, my bitch got the meanest ass
And a taste legit, i don't have to waste a whole case of crist'
All it takes is my pretty face and my gangsta wit
Lace the click, cause we all share
It's all fair like love and war, thug galore with the long hair
Big pun, pun the name that makes the kids run
Like spelling murder reverse it deliver redrum
Come one, come all, if you wanna brawl
I'm the mighty thor clotheslining motherfuckers like steven segall
Cause all you gonna get, is your ass kicked or up in a casket
That's it (that's it?) that's it
[cuban link]
Punisher bash it, at last it's, rappers that really blast shit
Cats getting big willie niggaz like billy bathgate
Up in jimmy's cafe, havin caviar
Crackin cristal at the bar, smokin cigars, livin large
We rob and steal, run with the mob, doin jobs for bills
I'm hard to kill for real nigga guard your grill
I like to chill, spark an l and get high
I'm one hell of a guy, fly pelican fly
[juju]
Whattup duke-o, you know, politickin papi chuco
I'm out here, watching for jake, getting this loot though
Shoot bro, i got a waterproof suit yo
Swervin like a a.k.a. in beirut yo
Squeezin, out of automatic m3's and
Please, you ain't seen no thugs like these
I can tell you lots of things that'll make you believe
In corona yo it's better to take than to receive
[psycho les]
Your career's on life support, and i'ma pull the plug
And have every thug shootin that beatnut drug
In they blood, no escapin this
Niggaz is goin over their favorite shit (for what?) to be tapin this
World premier, loud and clear
Lye and beer, get the dough, blow up the show
Dissapear, jump in the cavalier
Feelin marvelous, street pharmacist, twist arboles
For pleasure, bring your territory sever
Keep my workers under pressure got em sayin "fuck lester"
But that's aight duke-o, my heart nowadays too cold
Don't give a fuck where you been what you done
Where you go, you know, peep this favorite
In black shades like a secret, agent
We're night thieves, roll up on you sleeves
We light trees, bust these and stack cheese
It's off the hook this year
Makin mad money off the books this year, ain't nothin
But crooks in here
Gettin mad money off the books this year
(repeat 2x)
Go! (64x)
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17. _ Give Me The Ass
Intro:
Ha, say who's scientific, 3 c-f mafia (that's my crew)
Juju:
Yo, on the real homey, let me let you know about me
Cause ain't too many people who can talk about me
See frontin' ain't nothin', who they tryin' to jerk
Half of them niggas talkin' can't pay for the work
They in my pocket, this flow, they can't stop it
Shit, 20 bricks and a dream team to mop it
Who wanna knock it?
Get blown out the socket (hey, who's gettin' money?)
Remains the topic
Stay true, somethings in it for you
I know you wanna get down, martinies and malibu
That's a dream, pay attention to the sceme
Follow the rules and we could all get cream
Hook:
Baby if you give me the ass (baby if you give me the ass)
Maybe you might see some cash (maybe you might see some cash)
If you think i'm moving to fash (if you think i'm moving to fash)
We can lace this blunt with hash
Pyscho les:
Where you from?
Q-bourgh, harsh and rugged like ma bourgh
Beatnuts new joint (what?)
Give it to you radio style, so heads can groove
Gotta make this move in 9-7
Attack with the most hunger, got mouths to feed and we ain't gettin' no
Younger
No doubt, mix the guinstout, with the colt 40
Toastin' the majority, stay bent
With tobacco spilt on the pavement
Feelin' my beats from the basement, on this one cut
No killer shit (shhhhh)
That's why we hit you in the head with a joint you familiar with
Hook
Juju:
Yo shortie rock we can wine and dine
But in time let me remind, eventually i plan to be
Somewhere behind you, mind you
Never the less here to refine you
Take you outta def and dumb and unblind you
No game shortie, don't laugh
It's all math, material things just don't last
So light this l and parlay with me
Cause tonight shortie rock you gonna stay with me
Pyscho les:
Son this beat is mad hot, 100 degrees
Slide back the sun roof, catch a breeze
Let out the smoke from the trees, torch our beat
Surrounded by strink g's
As i count ben-g's, i clocked off this track doin friendly
Kick it to this chick in spicey like wendys
Tried to touch her tada, honey said "ah-ah"
Turned down the chewbacca, but i was like...
Hook (x2)
Outro:
Give me the ass baby, give me the ass baby, can't live without the ass baby
Give me the ass baby, give me the ass, oh give me the ass, baby give me the
Ass
Oh give me the ass
Give it to him
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