Beatnuts 2-3 Break Lyrics

2-3 Break Lyrics

[Psycho Les]

 People call me the drunk, off the thick funk

 Just to prove I'm ?luida? bag your whole start like ?meshuda?

 Click back, put a hollow point cap in your temple

 We get caught, it's strictly mental

 A stone crook, I don't go by the book

 You can't fool me with your gangsta look

 I've truncated ??? on my turf for wet pay

 When I roll a blunt, they'd better roll away

 Out, and don't try talking bold

 Cause I'll smack you with a bat just like "Walking Tall"

 What? You punk, who's gonna defend you?

 When I bumrush your ass and stick an icepick in you

 Quick, your bitch caught a splinter from my dick

 Cause she gave me a woodie in the parking lot behind Mc-

 Donald's, the bed slammer again stick 'em both

 With my king-size dick, and Donna King sized hand again

 

 	*gunshot*  "2, 3, Break!"

 

 [Fashion]

 I go so much of this style coming from my lips while

 Washed-up ducks get dumped in motherfucking shit piles

 Bang, I got my own thang, gang ain't a proper

 Drop a, hollow-point shelly on a copper

 Let 'em fucking know who's Kool where I'm coming from

 Slept for a while on my style now I'm stunning 'em

 Bagging 'em, plus I hit their hoes in the mean

 Cause all I ever want is fame, bitches, and the green

 Seen crazy niggas get lost in the shuffle

 With dreams turned to rubble then bust like a bubble

 Ta-dow, now, that's how it's falling

 Whether I'm hitting skins or motherfucking ballin

 Hanging with my crew on the Peakskill plain

 I throw my shit when laying a bitch so get off my dick

 Trick, you know my style, no it ain't no use

 Cause I keep your hoes wet like a fucking douche

 

 	*gunshot*  "2, 3, Break!"

 

 [JuJu]

 Taking 'em out, no hass, I be the owner of my rhymes

 Will make niggas collapse into a coma

 Product of a concrete hell, I'm on a mission

 Deadly with intent to shell the opposition

 Fucking with this flow, come on, yo that's treason

 Niggas fuck around and get shot for no reason

 Junkyard nigga, represent everytime

 Corona's in the house and yo Gab!

 (Bust and rip the skills!)

 

 [Gab]

 My rhymes wake up to a 9.4, ready for war

 Come up, I false my fronts with your spinal chord

 Before I got the drive, I possess and tox

 And I'm trying to survive under a cyanide landslide

 But that ain't nothing like a penny anymore

 Cause I assault niggas who couldn't launch shit with catapaults

 So if you ever hear the name Gab One

 Don't even sweat it, the worst hasn't even begun

 

 [JuJu]

 Word up, it's like that, Beatnus, Triflicts in the house, kid

 19, and one, you know what I'm saying? Word