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The Beatnuts
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Hammer Time
Beatnuts What, plow plow (Ugly he) Ugly he Yo Beatnuts y'all, how it go for a new era (Fire) Fire
Killa, know what I'm saying (Armory) Junkyard, shine terykio P.R. ah
Tired of being one of the half knots Running around half-cocked Looking for trouble, find double Niggaz come near my car so they shuffle
Believe me when the beef's with me the D's huddle Coming all of the wood but that shit don't rattle the hood Corona teach a nigga how to look good Tell you niggaz won't last too long 'Cause the moon look bloody and the gat's too strong
Better gates R.O. style, black escalades Fucking with gats they gonna find you in the everglades Me and looser smoked about a pound of Buddha That's what I'ma do to ya
Hard hitting, leave you with your shit splittin' Half you niggaz out now is just be shit spittin' Top-notch, left hand holding my crotch The other one on the glickitty glock
Hey yo Psycho's the name, let me remind you You a snake in my grass don't make me come find you My whole click starving like a jail cafeteria While you on the block sucking cock up in Siberia
Crack a cold one, blaze a hot one Turn the mic up let me drop one When I release this, you better go cop one If I hear my dogs barking I reach for the shotgun We stand tall like the twin towers And we psss piss on you cowards
Hammer time Hammer time Hammer time
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I hate niggaz that claim thug and won't be it I'm tired of niggaz yelling cops when they don't see it They shouldn't be here You won't see me when the smoke clear 3 blunts, 2 shorties, and a cold beer
Big Moon but I smoke too soon Spitting heat rhyme to the dirtiest beats Love the streets that's the life and I like to live it I got a right to get it, I'ma shine in the turn
Soon as I touch down, hit the deck splattering y'all Blast all imitators know about it and y'all Baddest than all y'all uh Deader that the president and shoot down New York Like that nig [unverified]Milly cats
So sit on them cats four five we feeling ya caps Inferior scraps shit, I'll fucking blast you man decker Chick you gotta love it and I grabbed the chick's [unverified]
Kevin Killaz be that nigga straight murdering tracks Herbing them cats that can't flow on beats for shit looking at raps Hurting they raps with powerful paragraphs of punishment Believe me when I tell you, you don't want none of this
Front on this and get your snot-box rocked like Charles Dutton That's the P.R.O line your though I wasn't still fucking Predict with this hypnotism got you niggaz under a spell Heat tucked under my belt frontin' Is felt straight up and down with no preservatives
Act like you heard of this I'm from BK but they heard of kiss Little to nothing hammer time Niggaz start ducking, chickens start clucking In the club, when the gat start bucking
Hammer time Hammer time Hammer time
Hammer time y'all Feel this come on Iraq nigga shit you heard Come on
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