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Beatnuts - Are You Ready Lyrics

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  • Intro-
  • What we gonna do right here is......
  • Yeah, yeah, come on, come on
  • Yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on
  • Check it out, check it out
  • Yo, yo, yo Who the ***** is that nigga rhymin' on the mic?
  • WHO IS THIS MOTHER*****ER?
  • Psycho Les-
  • It's the wicked, nigger with the super dick
  • *****in' ho's like I'm supposed to be in a flick, UH!
  • One time, I tap yo mind, I got you hummin'
  • Now you want to press rewind
  • I pour rhyme in your ear to develop suds
  • Slice the *****in' Philly and break up the buds
  • Who's Buddha? I don't know, is it a special
  • Stick a fork in your neck and pop a blood vessel
  • The hispanic shaft packs a gat, too
  • Permanent scar your ass like a tattoo
  • Slam dunk the funk in your trunk, punk!
  • Da Doom Doom, Do Doom
  • Fashion-
  • Yeah, cool makin' moves nigger so smooth
  • Scarin' ya, hangs up in the 'Skills
  • But Queens is like the area
  • I stare at ya, tear at ya, break that back
  • Now crack the *****in' sack and roll that shit black!
  • Act like you want a nigger and watch me hit him
  • Then I have my shottie' let my brother Divine get him
  • We got him, ho's comin' through in the clutch
  • She said I only suck that dick cause I love you so much
  • Said I only lick them balls cause you so game tight
  • And you keep my ass climbing the *****in' walls at night
  • So hit me, hit me one time, let me flex it
  • Crew's still makin' moves but now I've gots to exit
  • chorus 4x
  • Fashion-
  • Hold up, you know I gots to get my wreck off
  • *****in' rugged like a dog about to bite your neck off
  • Police still puttin' fear in the hearts of mad crews
  • Leavin' people lyin' dead in the street with no clues
  • Soul like a mother got the funk on lock
  • You can hear my sounds echo through the urban block
  • Got stacks of stocks, and fat beats to knock
  • Got you open now you're hopin' that the junkyard rocks
  • Grand Puba:
  • Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint
  • Grand time to represent flava so strong
  • Fills the room like Buddha stick, uhuh, don't like choke
  • Gotta get paid so we're tryin' to go for broke
  • Beatnuts hit the rhythm and I join right with 'em
  • Niggas can't see this flow so it's time to down sit 'em
  • I kick the flow for the niggas with the bald heads
  • Dreads, and 'fros, honey's, but no ho's
  • Oops! I didn't mean to call you ho, *****
  • But when you try to clock the pocket that's that bullshit!
  • So let's get down with one of New York's finest
  • Seed to the brain like Primatine to clear the sinus
  • Grand Puba, Stud Doogie with the mad style
  • Beatnuts comin' with the rugged(Hey You, watch out now!)
  • It's on mother*****er, can't you see that?
  • No shame in the game, so Doogie where the weed at?
  • (Chorus 5x)
  • Right now you're as high as a junkie with a hundred-dollar habit...

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