The Beatnuts

The Beatnuts - Find That lyrics

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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 hand
 If you don't then you gon die where you stand
 Surprise I'm never lettin' shit slide by
 Nigga either you gon come correct or you die
 So if you owe me money better find that shit
 Cause nigga will die quick behind that shit

 Hook:
 If you owe me money better find that shit
 Cause niggas will die quick behind that shit

 JuJu:
 It's the hard little pistol packin'
 Money stackin' super down low never know
 Honey mackin'
 Scared, never catchin' cases yo whatever
 Cleverly we keepin' the block sewn together
 React like a cat always elude danger
 Cause I ain't never sold no drugs to no stranger
 The rearranger of beats and baselines
 It's hardcore keepin' it raw e'ry time

 Psycho Les:
 NYPD lookin' for me knockin' at 1G
 Nobody home ask my neighbor nobody know
 Where I'm at where I be what I'm doin'
 How I'm livin' limo drivin' women screwin'
 Up my stack comin' short I ain't havin' it
 See that fat link on your neck? I'm grabbin' it
 The clocks tickin' and I'm a time that shit
 You got 24 hours to find that shit
 If you owe money better find that shit
 Cause bitches is dyin' TOO behind that shit

 Hook
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Relativity

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Released in: 1997

Language: English

Appearing on: Stone Crazy (1997)

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