Beatnuts The Supa Supreme Lyrics

Supa Supreme Lyrics

Intro:

 Meanwhile in the control room at the back of the theater...

 

 These brats swam, i knew they would

 Your plan is working master.

 Of course!

 

 (knocking) who is it?

 Special delievery.

 Who? who is it?

 It's a special delivery.

 Who is it. (fuck it)

 Ups open up.

 

 Psycho les:

 I just got this product transported for essay, gea, connect to say who ?

 Kid coming at your speakers, is the same kid that be like (puuut puuut

 Puuut) coming in chicas

 Keep shakin' that ass like a horny egyptian, as we proceed to rip shit

 Baby, i be s-t-o-n-e crazy, red mercury blow your spot up

 I keep one eye on snakes the other on jakes

 3rd eye on my money with no time to take a break

 They only break i make is when i gab the breed and jump in the get-away

 (it's got to be now) but for now is the only way

 Pop my cd in your sony play, twist a fatty, kick back

 And enjoy what i got to say, cause this type of shit your don't hear

 Everyday

 

 Juju:

 Big ju, rugged and rawnchy, never nonchalantly

 And huant me to live in this world that don't want me

 A fowl nigga maybe the fowlest you'll ever encounter

 Murder for the smallest amount, money to count

 Cuban cable givin' cash around the table

 My record label watchin' the sons steady and stable

 Bit my shit, but you wack and wasn't able

 Silence, we bringin' the violence from the cradle

 Fatal when i see a bitch nigga and face, you like a foreigner frontin' in a

 Dangerous place

 You in corona, stone city and babalona

 Dominicians got a tight grip isatona

 

 Pyscho les:

 Catch me in corona, on a corner, hotter than daytona

 Sippin' arizona, power moves on a celly phona

 Touch tone flip, 9-11, the click, we connect like internet

 Cash checks, blast techs, that burn holes to lest bet, faggots

 Get they ass ripped, that quick, trying to play me like a camel

 Fuckin' with my moola, telling me to change my formula

 Alcohol and lye be the perfect combination, my organization move the nation

 Like automation, with no hesitation, no doubt son (naw mean?)

 It's off the books (it's off the books baby) it's off the books this year

 Baby

 

 Hook:

 Beatnuts, supa supreme team from queens

 Grand imperial and misters say "whoyounawmean?" (x4)

 

 Outro:

 3 c-f mafia. corona killers. gray cisco. profile baby