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the beatnuts - niggas know lyrics

n-gg-s know (x3)

psycho les:
to fiends my product be their drug
when they see me they give me a pound and a bear hug
solute and bud, never sober
n-gg- ju scooped me up (in what?) in the black nova
when we link up, we throw shots, drink up
we conversate in the background bangin’
is a funky break, with my arm hangin’
middle finer to state troop and leave them behind me
going 90 down the express way, f-ck carlito
gonna do it the big ju and les way
beatnuts, got a plan that’s brilliant
gonna blow up the safe that holds up our building

juju:
yo here’s the keys son, money and power they sanonymous
so i’m a take mine and form a fortune that be bottomless
yo never shot a miss, to lose is our the question
your life could be taken as quick as a suggestion
killing is deep, well lavishly orchestrated, i hate it
stated, that i’m never be forgotten
and you still couldn’t find an mc that’s more rotten

hook:
strategicly we maintain in all reality
live with the guns to cover all the technicalit-tes
and crush the falises taht frontin’ is legit cause
(real n-gg-s don’t talk sh-t) (x2)

psycho les:
yo dun, there’s money to swipe, the juice come thicker
then sunny delight, and my leather black seat reclines
so i can spin around; pull down the blinds, crack open the wines
my click holds serious faces
and only crack smiles when i pull the briefcases
out the closet, in the middle of the process, even if i know you
you get shot for spreading gossip
to n-gg-s i don’t -ssociate with, if i don’t blast your head off
i’ll simply break it
aluminum batted, melon splattered, so unique
now who the f-ck wanna critique

juju:
yeah it’s lovely, yeah man it’s lovely indeed (it is lovely)
bubbly off the heiny and weed, you can’t live
you be lucky if i let you breath
if it ain’t about profit n-gg- i can’t see
try not to blow my high with conversation
conflict my lead to many -ss-ssinations
blunted in a black sudan with two hatians (watching)
while the d’s hemmed up these jamacains, thinkin’
how we gonna carry your -ss, and where the f-ck n-gg-s
gonna bury your -ss; see it’s over
i could never let that go, say who gotta let n-gg-s know?
b-tch n-gg-

hook (x2)

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