The Beatnuts Find That Lyrics

Psycho Les:
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, MEDELLIN
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 dough 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 f___ rubber glovin' it my peeps is lovin' it
n____s is tapin' it uh dubbin' it
I give it to you raw out the speaker
While you indoors like a f___in' house keeper
Dustin' I be outdoors hustlin'
Track gamblin' scrabbalin' my doses like eggs
n____s don't pay (what you do?) I brake legs
Snap necks shoot off techs do like the IRS
And repossess your f___in' Lex'

talking:
Yo where the f___ my car? (Ah man you don't understand)

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
Murder 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 n____ 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' s___ slide by
n____ either you gon come correct or you die
So if you owe me money better find that s___
Cause n____ will die quick behind that s___

Hook:
If you owe me money better find that s___
Cause n____s will die quick behind that s___

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 s___
You got 24 hours to find that s___
If you owe money better find that s___
Cause b____es is dyin' TOO behind that s___

Hook

See also:

50
50.14
Frank Zappa Diseases of the Band Lyrics
C.T.C. 6 milioane f. Armada Lyrics