The Beatnuts Slam Pit Lyrics

(feat. Cuban Link, Common)

Marlon: "Yo it's, yo B"
("Chill chill Marlon, chill")
Marlon: "Nah, yo, it's...I don't know this n____ B" ("Chill Marlon")
Marlon: "Why yo yo, put that down B, I don't know you son!
I DON'T KNOW YOU SON! HOLD UP HOLD UP!"

*gunshots and screams*

"I Links with the Cuban"
"I'm hard to kill, for real n____, guard your grill" [Cuban Link]

[Cuban Link]
Yo flipmode is how this n____ roll
Finger on the trigger low
Quick to lick a shot for that bigger pot of gold
Lock and load, my heavy metal rock and rolls
If you gotta go, you gotta go
That's part of the show
My heart is cold like Antarctica, nailin n____s like carpenters
Stalkin the hardest squadrons
Spark them from New York to Arkansas
Watchin the projects how I got my logic
Economics is pickin pockets then we split the profit
The only s___ I pop is when my glock spit
Watch for the cops since we spark the chocolate
Cuz the blocks are hotter than the f___in tropics
In topless bars, college girls with no bras
My whole squad got b______s smokin Godfather cigars
Live large like Scarface
Parlay in a far place
No car chasin, she's watchin all the stars in s___e
Safe in sound in my playground with my trey-pound
Got eighty rounds just in case clowns wanna play around
I lay it down for them non-believers
Them non-achievein n____s that wanna be leaders but can never beat us
Ya'll better greet us if you ever see us
TS, Beatnuts, knuckle up but grab your m________in heaters, word up

"Slammin MC's on cement" [Nas]
"The Beats and Nuts"
"Got you froze like gunpoint" [Psycho Les]
"It's the hard little pistol packin" [JuJu]

[JuJu]
It's the control freak, leave you wit a hole in your cheek
Worst attitude in rap, Ju stay on the streets
I gotta eat, the only thing I'm playin is keeps
You beats cost a lot of money but they sound real cheap
You sound weak, anemic like you get no sleep
f___in with me, you outta your mind, get outta your jeep!
Know I'm gonna beat you till the police come
And tell n____s who the f___ I got that Rollie from (The Beats)

[Psycho Les]
Jump in the Pit
Beatnuts f___in up s___
Ju hold my gun and the clip
As I smoke one and spit
Ammo over the piano
For a man's show, you don't understand bro!
You do, don't make me laugh at your a__
Cuz you don't even know the HALF of the HALF!
When I crash on the scene
You know it's me and a bunch of crazy cats outta Queens
So hide your shine, hold your b____ and stop smiling
Beatnuts will never stop wildin
Pit Fighting and rockwilding!

"Common Sense gonna tell ya!"

[Common]
Picture a king
Wit heater, holy book, and big rings
Real n____s doin big things
Interpreting dreams off of Jim Beam
Ain't s___ Sweet but Sixteens
My gods got the block sewn to the inseem
I'm on the other side tryin to get green
So I fast at grass and a__ at least a day
War with self I battle the Middle Eastern way
Bring heat like the months that's east of May
Casted in the role and saw a new school n____ that knows the old
G memory I hold the scroll, my flow is a Road
Less Travelled, you rock but been through less gravel
My mystique suggest battle, and what have you
Rip a n____ from New York to west coast, Chicago
Don't give a f___ where he from
He'll get beat like a drum
Till this rap goes numb, seekin the hot producer for circu-lation
I strangled his string music and suffocate his drum
Wanted to be a star until I seen I was the sun
Got my weight up like Pun
Improvise to get a__, emphasize to get past
f___ a mic check, I bring my flow in cash

"Slammin MC's on cement"