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Slam Pit

アーティスト:The Beatnuts  アルバム:A Musical Massacre 

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(Cuban Link) "I'm hard to kill, for real, nigga guard your grill" --> Cuban Link Yo, yo, Yo flipmode is how this nigga roll Finger on the trigger low, quick to lick a shot for that bigger pot of gold Lock and load, my heavy metal rock and rolls If you gotta go you gotta go, that's part of the show My heart is cold like a Nautica nailin niggaz like carpenters Stalkin the hardest squadrons, spark em from New York to Arkansas Watchin the projects is how I got my logic Economics is pickin pockets then we split the profit The only shit I pop is what my glock spit Watch for the cops since we spark the chocolate Cause the blocks are hotter than the f**kin tropics In topless bars, college girls with no bras My whole squad got blow jobs smokin Godfather cigars Live large like Scarface, parlayin to far place No car chasin, she's watchin all the stars in space Safe and sound in my playground with my tre pound Got eighty rounds just in case clowns wanna play around I lay it down for them non-believers Them non-achievin niggaz that wanna be leaders but can never beat us Y'all better greet us if you ever see us (word up) TS, Beatnuts, double up, but grab your motherf**kin heaters Sample interlude --Slammin MC's on cement-- --The beats, the nuts-- --Got you froze like gun point-- (JuJu) --It's the hard-little pistol packin-- It's the control freak, leave you with a whole in your cheek Worst attitude in rap, Ju stay in the streets I gotta eat, the only thing I'm playin is keeps Your beats cost a lotta money but they sound real cheap You sound weak, anemic, like you get no sleep F**kin with me, you outta your mind? get outta your Jeep Ya know I'm gonna beat you till the police come And tell niggaz who the f**k I


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