Find That

The Beatnuts

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



Mary Jane 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 han