Beat Nuts, Mr. Mech, you know how we do Swing a bat on you like the devil himself Put it on in sickness or health Maybe you could only breathe with help, I ain't playin' You don't wanna hear what you're sayin' yourself Hit the street with incredible beats We renowned for tearin' it down Never have you heard a similar sound Like a drop off when shit pop off, feel a hot one Side scorchin' from a hot gun Niggas get lost in the buildings with money and the children Not the type to talk too much or catch feelin' Dominican flag over the bed on the ceilin' Protect everything I rep, that's the first thing Many things follow, bullets stay hollow You actin' like if we don't chew, you can't swallow Niggas try to change my plans, I'ma beat you till I break my hands Judah, Germany, replace our stands Ayo, it's big site, baby, you don't want no problem Suckers want war, then you'll bomb Bring the heat, squeeze the flame torch Then peel out in a convertible gray Porsche I'm three miles ahead of you, I took the plates off Just in case a snitch wanna get paid off Pull out the chainsaw, it's a musical massacre Cut the head off the driver and the passenger Sick my dogs after, yo, have you climbin' a tree Just another crime in the street Ain't nothin' better than findin' a beat So if you find that and try to blow my spot up Get shot up Means it's over, bro Method Man on the remix, it's over, yo Beatnuts flip the beat, it's over, yo It's a Beatnuts thing, yo, you know how it go What kind of Beatnut am I? Spanish fly, P-O-P-P-I Who got the live special guest for the night? Excuse me as I kiss the sky One-on-one through the nasal To put food on the table, I brush associated labels Ready, willing and able To rock cradle and rock steady When I get the drop, I drop heavy Twist the metal, mask and machete The guard don't want beef, he want veggie Plus signs over Tally Mellie Who got him gassed on his own getty Battery back, he ever ready Now what's fuckin' with that, huh? Not you, you chow-chow I fuck with Beatnuts Livin' la vida loca Callate la boca See the Spanish fly on the sofa One word, he slap you with the tostada Keep it in the holster on safety Put yourself in timeout Playin' with this dough, let me find out You ain't hard to find, though Bound on your tonsils She got on blondo She got my mondo Yeah Oh, what the fuck goin' on? Girl, what up, baby? Right your own way Oh, shit Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All you punk niggas walk it off Heard that We ain't playin' no candy Chocobo I had drinked enough booze to tell me I could use a big stiff dick right now Goddamn, baby, you just met me Let's get to know each other more