[{"id":30297020,"name":"Beatnuts Forever","trackName":"Beatnuts Forever","artistName":"Beatnuts","albumName":"A Musical Massacre","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Psycho Les.. JuJu!\n[JuJu]\nEast to West, even if you wearin a vest\nThey gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\nLook at the best, still only second or less\nAnd even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\nBigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest\nYou know the name of my click, nigga it start wit a tres\ndog that'll reload and bark with the best\nDark with a cold heart spittin darts through your flesh\n[Psycho Les]\nYou know the street code, stash the kilo\nJump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\nCountin G notes, I made off the Chino's\nBut this one Chino want to play Pacino\nSo he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\nCrept up on him (CREW) caught him with the forearm\nCalled up Big Ju, M.A. nigga, the war's on\n(Fuckin with this bitch dog, let me put my drawers on)\nChorus: Beatnuts (repeat 2X)\nGot my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live live and better\nCause all the shine will be mine forever\nSo it's now or never, we get down whatever\nFour-pounds and leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n[JuJu]\nBite your face off, pull your heart out, flood it with steak sauce\nChop you up, til there's no limbs for me to break off\nKick your stupid ass it's just tragic nigga and take off\nGo kill everybody at work and take the day off\n[Psycho Les]\nAnd pay you a visit\nAnd knock your door down, strongman with the four-pound\nPut the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n(Oh) You ready for war now, lacin your hightops?\nDoma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n[JuJu]\nNo peace, niggaz want beef, you know we love it\nChampagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\nNever seen it comin like that, you had a chance Pah\nNow you like, \"Oh shit!\" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+\n[Psycho Les]\nCorona Queens, where half of my crew be at\nYou didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\nIf you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\nIf you a ?, fakin a movie jack?\n[JuJu]\nI let the mac off, finish the act with the hats on\nThe plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\nI'm back for what is rightfully mine\nI spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\nChorus\n[JuJu]\nYo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\nlike a demon spittin Hell at thirty-three and a third\nYou want to do it with Ju, you gotta find me\nAnd if you do FAGGOT, better sneak up behind me\nSee that's the only way that you gon' get me\nAnd if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\nTo my double-gat niggaz who talk shit and bubble crack\nThis year, y'all niggaz gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n[Psycho Les]\nSpittin like a thirty-eight caliber\nAny challenger? One stands up, get handcuffed, to the banister\nBeat down your manager, now leave with my dough\nYou can't be mad at the, hustler from the Queens borough\nIt's Big Psych', we can go at it, like a pit fit\nEverything I spit tight, go out after midnight\nLike a vampire, call me your messiah\n\"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\"\nWhat, who the best nigga?\nBeatnuts!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beatnuts Forever\n  artist: Beatnuts\n  album: A Musical Massacre\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Psycho Les.. JuJu!\n  [JuJu]\n  East to West, even if you wearin a vest\n  They gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\n  Look at the best, still only second or less\n  And even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\n  Bigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest\n  You know the name of my click, nigga it start wit a tres\n  dog that'll reload and bark with the best\n  Dark with a cold heart spittin darts through your flesh\n  [Psycho Les]\n  You know the street code, stash the kilo\n  Jump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\n  Countin G notes, I made off the Chino's\n  But this one Chino want to play Pacino\n  So he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\n  Crept up on him (CREW) caught him with the forearm\n  Called up Big Ju, M.A. nigga, the war's on\n  (Fuckin with this bitch dog, let me put my drawers on)\n  Chorus: Beatnuts (repeat 2X)\n  Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live live and better\n  Cause all the shine will be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four-pounds and leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n  [JuJu]\n  Bite your face off, pull your heart out, flood it with steak sauce\n  Chop you up, til there's no limbs for me to break off\n  Kick your stupid ass it's just tragic nigga and take off\n  Go kill everybody at work and take the day off\n  [Psycho Les]\n  And pay you a visit\n  And knock your door down, strongman with the four-pound\n  Put the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n  (Oh) You ready for war now, lacin your hightops?\n  Doma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n  [JuJu]\n  No peace, niggaz want beef, you know we love it\n  Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\n  Never seen it comin like that, you had a chance Pah\n  Now you like, \"Oh shit!\" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+\n  [Psycho Les]\n  Corona Queens, where half of my crew be at\n  You didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\n  If you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\n  If you a ?, fakin a movie jack?\n  [JuJu]\n  I let the mac off, finish the act with the hats on\n  The plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\n  I'm back for what is rightfully mine\n  I spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n  Chorus\n  [JuJu]\n  Yo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\n  like a demon spittin Hell at thirty-three and a third\n  You want to do it with Ju, you gotta find me\n  And if you do FAGGOT, better sneak up behind me\n  See that's the only way that you gon' get me\n  And if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\n  To my double-gat niggaz who talk shit and bubble crack\n  This year, y'all niggaz gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n  [Psycho Les]\n  Spittin like a thirty-eight caliber\n  Any challenger? One stands up, get handcuffed, to the banister\n  Beat down your manager, now leave with my dough\n  You can't be mad at the, hustler from the Queens borough\n  It's Big Psych', we can go at it, like a pit fit\n  Everything I spit tight, go out after midnight\n  Like a vampire, call me your messiah\n  \"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\"\n  What, who the best nigga?\n  Beatnuts!\n"},{"id":32464488,"name":"Beatnuts Forever","trackName":"Beatnuts Forever","artistName":"Beatnuts","albumName":"Musical Massacre","duration":194.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Psycho Les.. JuJu!\n[JuJu]\nEast to West, even if you wearin a vest\nThey gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\nLook at the best, still only second or less\nAnd even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\nBigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest\nYou know the name of my click, nigga it start wit a tres\ndog that'll reload and bark with the best\nDark with a cold heart spittin darts through your flesh\n[Psycho Les]\nYou know the street code, stash the kilo\nJump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\nCountin G notes, I made off the Chino's\nBut this one Chino want to play Pacino\nSo he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\nCrept up on him (CREW) caught him with the forearm\nCalled up Big Ju, M.A. nigga, the war's on\n(Fuckin with this bitch dog, let me put my drawers on)\nChorus: Beatnuts (repeat 2X)\nGot my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live live and better\nCause all the shine will be mine forever\nSo it's now or never, we get down whatever\nFour-pounds and leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n[JuJu]\nBite your face off, pull your heart out, flood it with steak sauce\nChop you up, til there's no limbs for me to break off\nKick your stupid ass it's just tragic nigga and take off\nGo kill everybody at work and take the day off\n[Psycho Les]\nAnd pay you a visit\nAnd knock your door down, strongman with the four-pound\nPut the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n(Oh) You ready for war now, lacin your hightops?\nDoma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n[JuJu]\nNo peace, niggaz want beef, you know we love it\nChampagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\nNever seen it comin like that, you had a chance Pah\nNow you like, \"Oh shit!\" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+\n[Psycho Les]\nCorona Queens, where half of my crew be at\nYou didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\nIf you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\nIf you a ?, fakin a movie jack?\n[JuJu]\nI let the mac off, finish the act with the hats on\nThe plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\nI'm back for what is rightfully mine\nI spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\nChorus\n[JuJu]\nYo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\nlike a demon spittin Hell at thirty-three and a third\nYou want to do it with Ju, you gotta find me\nAnd if you do FAGGOT, better sneak up behind me\nSee that's the only way that you gon' get me\nAnd if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\nTo my double-gat niggaz who talk shit and bubble crack\nThis year, y'all niggaz gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n[Psycho Les]\nSpittin like a thirty-eight caliber\nAny challenger? One stands up, get handcuffed, to the banister\nBeat down your manager, now leave with my dough\nYou can't be mad at the, hustler from the Queens borough\nIt's Big Psych', we can go at it, like a pit fit\nEverything I spit tight, go out after midnight\nLike a vampire, call me your messiah\n\"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\"\nWhat, who the best nigga?\nBeatnuts!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beatnuts Forever\n  artist: Beatnuts\n  album: Musical Massacre\n  duration_ms: 194000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Psycho Les.. JuJu!\n  [JuJu]\n  East to West, even if you wearin a vest\n  They gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\n  Look at the best, still only second or less\n  And even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\n  Bigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest\n  You know the name of my click, nigga it start wit a tres\n  dog that'll reload and bark with the best\n  Dark with a cold heart spittin darts through your flesh\n  [Psycho Les]\n  You know the street code, stash the kilo\n  Jump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\n  Countin G notes, I made off the Chino's\n  But this one Chino want to play Pacino\n  So he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\n  Crept up on him (CREW) caught him with the forearm\n  Called up Big Ju, M.A. nigga, the war's on\n  (Fuckin with this bitch dog, let me put my drawers on)\n  Chorus: Beatnuts (repeat 2X)\n  Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live live and better\n  Cause all the shine will be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four-pounds and leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n  [JuJu]\n  Bite your face off, pull your heart out, flood it with steak sauce\n  Chop you up, til there's no limbs for me to break off\n  Kick your stupid ass it's just tragic nigga and take off\n  Go kill everybody at work and take the day off\n  [Psycho Les]\n  And pay you a visit\n  And knock your door down, strongman with the four-pound\n  Put the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n  (Oh) You ready for war now, lacin your hightops?\n  Doma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n  [JuJu]\n  No peace, niggaz want beef, you know we love it\n  Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\n  Never seen it comin like that, you had a chance Pah\n  Now you like, \"Oh shit!\" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+\n  [Psycho Les]\n  Corona Queens, where half of my crew be at\n  You didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\n  If you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\n  If you a ?, fakin a movie jack?\n  [JuJu]\n  I let the mac off, finish the act with the hats on\n  The plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\n  I'm back for what is rightfully mine\n  I spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n  Chorus\n  [JuJu]\n  Yo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\n  like a demon spittin Hell at thirty-three and a third\n  You want to do it with Ju, you gotta find me\n  And if you do FAGGOT, better sneak up behind me\n  See that's the only way that you gon' get me\n  And if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\n  To my double-gat niggaz who talk shit and bubble crack\n  This year, y'all niggaz gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n  [Psycho Les]\n  Spittin like a thirty-eight caliber\n  Any challenger? One stands up, get handcuffed, to the banister\n  Beat down your manager, now leave with my dough\n  You can't be mad at the, hustler from the Queens borough\n  It's Big Psych', we can go at it, like a pit fit\n  Everything I spit tight, go out after midnight\n  Like a vampire, call me your messiah\n  \"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\"\n  What, who the best nigga?\n  Beatnuts!\n"},{"id":23845610,"name":"Beatnuts Forever","trackName":"Beatnuts Forever","artistName":"Beatnuts","albumName":"Violator: The Album","duration":184.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Psycho Les.. JuJu!\n[JuJu]\nEast to West, even if you wearin a vest\nThey gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\nLook at the best, still only second or less\nAnd even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\nBigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest\nYou know the name of my click, nigga it start wit a tres\ndog that'll reload and bark with the best\nDark with a cold heart spittin darts through your flesh\n[Psycho Les]\nYou know the street code, stash the kilo\nJump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\nCountin G notes, I made off the Chino's\nBut this one Chino want to play Pacino\nSo he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\nCrept up on him (CREW) caught him with the forearm\nCalled up Big Ju, M.A. nigga, the war's on\n(Fuckin with this bitch dog, let me put my drawers on)\nChorus: Beatnuts (repeat 2X)\nGot my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live live and better\nCause all the shine will be mine forever\nSo it's now or never, we get down whatever\nFour-pounds and leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n[JuJu]\nBite your face off, pull your heart out, flood it with steak sauce\nChop you up, til there's no limbs for me to break off\nKick your stupid ass it's just tragic nigga and take off\nGo kill everybody at work and take the day off\n[Psycho Les]\nAnd pay you a visit\nAnd knock your door down, strongman with the four-pound\nPut the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n(Oh) You ready for war now, lacin your hightops?\nDoma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n[JuJu]\nNo peace, niggaz want beef, you know we love it\nChampagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\nNever seen it comin like that, you had a chance Pah\nNow you like, \"Oh shit!\" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+\n[Psycho Les]\nCorona Queens, where half of my crew be at\nYou didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\nIf you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\nIf you a ?, fakin a movie jack?\n[JuJu]\nI let the mac off, finish the act with the hats on\nThe plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\nI'm back for what is rightfully mine\nI spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\nChorus\n[JuJu]\nYo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\nlike a demon spittin Hell at thirty-three and a third\nYou want to do it with Ju, you gotta find me\nAnd if you do FAGGOT, better sneak up behind me\nSee that's the only way that you gon' get me\nAnd if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\nTo my double-gat niggaz who talk shit and bubble crack\nThis year, y'all niggaz gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n[Psycho Les]\nSpittin like a thirty-eight caliber\nAny challenger? One stands up, get handcuffed, to the banister\nBeat down your manager, now leave with my dough\nYou can't be mad at the, hustler from the Queens borough\nIt's Big Psych', we can go at it, like a pit fit\nEverything I spit tight, go out after midnight\nLike a vampire, call me your messiah\n\"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\"\nWhat, who the best nigga?\nBeatnuts!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beatnuts Forever\n  artist: Beatnuts\n  album: 'Violator: The Album'\n  duration_ms: 184000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Psycho Les.. JuJu!\n  [JuJu]\n  East to West, even if you wearin a vest\n  They gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\n  Look at the best, still only second or less\n  And even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\n  Bigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest\n  You know the name of my click, nigga it start wit a tres\n  dog that'll reload and bark with the best\n  Dark with a cold heart spittin darts through your flesh\n  [Psycho Les]\n  You know the street code, stash the kilo\n  Jump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\n  Countin G notes, I made off the Chino's\n  But this one Chino want to play Pacino\n  So he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\n  Crept up on him (CREW) caught him with the forearm\n  Called up Big Ju, M.A. nigga, the war's on\n  (Fuckin with this bitch dog, let me put my drawers on)\n  Chorus: Beatnuts (repeat 2X)\n  Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live live and better\n  Cause all the shine will be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four-pounds and leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n  [JuJu]\n  Bite your face off, pull your heart out, flood it with steak sauce\n  Chop you up, til there's no limbs for me to break off\n  Kick your stupid ass it's just tragic nigga and take off\n  Go kill everybody at work and take the day off\n  [Psycho Les]\n  And pay you a visit\n  And knock your door down, strongman with the four-pound\n  Put the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n  (Oh) You ready for war now, lacin your hightops?\n  Doma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n  [JuJu]\n  No peace, niggaz want beef, you know we love it\n  Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\n  Never seen it comin like that, you had a chance Pah\n  Now you like, \"Oh shit!\" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+\n  [Psycho Les]\n  Corona Queens, where half of my crew be at\n  You didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\n  If you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\n  If you a ?, fakin a movie jack?\n  [JuJu]\n  I let the mac off, finish the act with the hats on\n  The plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\n  I'm back for what is rightfully mine\n  I spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n  Chorus\n  [JuJu]\n  Yo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\n  like a demon spittin Hell at thirty-three and a third\n  You want to do it with Ju, you gotta find me\n  And if you do FAGGOT, better sneak up behind me\n  See that's the only way that you gon' get me\n  And if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\n  To my double-gat niggaz who talk shit and bubble crack\n  This year, y'all niggaz gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n  [Psycho Les]\n  Spittin like a thirty-eight caliber\n  Any challenger? One stands up, get handcuffed, to the banister\n  Beat down your manager, now leave with my dough\n  You can't be mad at the, hustler from the Queens borough\n  It's Big Psych', we can go at it, like a pit fit\n  Everything I spit tight, go out after midnight\n  Like a vampire, call me your messiah\n  \"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\"\n  What, who the best nigga?\n  Beatnuts!\n"},{"id":31974634,"name":"Beatnuts Forever","trackName":"Beatnuts Forever","artistName":"The Beatnuts","albumName":"Classic Nuts, Vol. 1","duration":191.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Psycho Les... JuJu!\n\nEast to west, even if you wearin a vest\nThey gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\nLook at the best, still only second to Les\nAnd even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\nFigure the stress, whole crew avoidin arrest\nYou know the name of my click nigga, it start with a pres'\nDogs that'll reload and bark with the best\nDark with a cold heart, spittin darts through your flesh\n\nYou know the street code, stash the kilos\nJump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\nCountin G-notes, I made off the Chinos\nBut this one Chino wanna play Pacino\nSo he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\nHooked up on him, caught him with the forearm\nCalled up Big Ju, M.A., nigga the war's on\n(Fuckin with this bitch dog, make me pull my drawers off)\nC'mon nigga\n\nGot my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live life and better\nCause all this shine won't be mine forever, so it's now or never\nWe get down whatever, four pounds of leather\nBeatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\nI'll bite your face off, pull your\nHeart out, flood it with steak sauce\nChop you up till there's no limbs for me to break off\nKick your stupid ass in traffic nigga and take off\nGo kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\nAnd pay your visit, knock your door down, storm in with the four pound\nPut the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\nOh, you ready for war now? Lacin your hightops\nChk-chk, throw 'em out, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\nNo peace, niggas want beef, you know we love it\nChampagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\nNever seen it comin like that, you had a chance par\nNow you like, \"Oh shit, guns on the dance floor\"\n\nI come from Queens, where half of my crew be at\nYou didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\nIf you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\nIf you a fraud fakin a movie Jack\n\nI let the mac roar, finish the act with the hacksaw\nThe plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\nI'm back for what is rightfully mine, I spitefully rhyme\nEvery word of trifle design\n\nYo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\nLike a demon spittin hell at 33 and a third\nYou wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\nAnd if you do faggot, better sneak up behind me\nSee that's the only way that you gon' get me\nAnd if you wet me I'mma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\nTo my double gat niggas who talk shit and bubble crack\nThis year y'all niggas gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\nSpittin like a .38 caliber, any challenger\nWanna stand tough, get handcuffed to the banister\nBeatdown your manager, for not leavin\nMy dough, you can't be mad at her\nHustler from the Queensboro, it's Big Psych\nWe can go at it, like a pit fight\nEverythang I spit tight, go out after midnight\nLike a vampire, call me your Messiah\nTo burn my kingdom, you must use fire\n\nWhat? Who the best nigga? (JuJu!)\nBeatnuts!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beatnuts Forever\n  artist: The Beatnuts\n  album: Classic Nuts, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 191000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Psycho Les... JuJu!\n\n  East to west, even if you wearin a vest\n  They gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\n  Look at the best, still only second to Les\n  And even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\n  Figure the stress, whole crew avoidin arrest\n  You know the name of my click nigga, it start with a pres'\n  Dogs that'll reload and bark with the best\n  Dark with a cold heart, spittin darts through your flesh\n\n  You know the street code, stash the kilos\n  Jump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\n  Countin G-notes, I made off the Chinos\n  But this one Chino wanna play Pacino\n  So he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\n  Hooked up on him, caught him with the forearm\n  Called up Big Ju, M.A., nigga the war's on\n  (Fuckin with this bitch dog, make me pull my drawers off)\n  C'mon nigga\n\n  Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live life and better\n  Cause all this shine won't be mine forever, so it's now or never\n  We get down whatever, four pounds of leather\n  Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\n  I'll bite your face off, pull your\n  Heart out, flood it with steak sauce\n  Chop you up till there's no limbs for me to break off\n  Kick your stupid ass in traffic nigga and take off\n  Go kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\n  And pay your visit, knock your door down, storm in with the four pound\n  Put the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n  Oh, you ready for war now? Lacin your hightops\n  Chk-chk, throw 'em out, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\n  No peace, niggas want beef, you know we love it\n  Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\n  Never seen it comin like that, you had a chance par\n  Now you like, \"Oh shit, guns on the dance floor\"\n\n  I come from Queens, where half of my crew be at\n  You didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\n  If you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\n  If you a fraud fakin a movie Jack\n\n  I let the mac roar, finish the act with the hacksaw\n  The plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\n  I'm back for what is rightfully mine, I spitefully rhyme\n  Every word of trifle design\n\n  Yo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\n  Like a demon spittin hell at 33 and a third\n  You wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\n  And if you do faggot, better sneak up behind me\n  See that's the only way that you gon' get me\n  And if you wet me I'mma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\n  To my double gat niggas who talk shit and bubble crack\n  This year y'all niggas gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\n  Spittin like a .38 caliber, any challenger\n  Wanna stand tough, get handcuffed to the banister\n  Beatdown your manager, for not leavin\n  My dough, you can't be mad at her\n  Hustler from the Queensboro, it's Big Psych\n  We can go at it, like a pit fight\n  Everythang I spit tight, go out after midnight\n  Like a vampire, call me your Messiah\n  To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\n\n  What? Who the best nigga? (JuJu!)\n  Beatnuts!\n"},{"id":25089685,"name":"Beatnuts Forever","trackName":"Beatnuts Forever","artistName":"The Beatnuts","albumName":"A Musical Massacre","duration":194.772175,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Psycho Les... JuJu!\n\nEast to west, even if you wearin a vest\nThey gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\nLook at the best, still only second to Les\nAnd even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\nFigure the stress, whole crew avoidin arrest\nYou know the name of my click nigga, it start with a pres'\nDogs that'll reload and bark with the best\nDark with a cold heart, spittin darts through your flesh\n\nYou know the street code, stash the kilos\nJump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\nCountin G-notes, I made off the Chinos\nBut this one Chino wanna play Pacino\nSo he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\nHooked up on him, caught him with the forearm\nCalled up Big Ju, M.A., nigga the war's on\n(Fuckin with this bitch dog, make me pull my drawers off)\nC'mon nigga\n\nGot my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live life and better\nCause all this shine won't be mine forever, so it's now or never\nWe get down whatever, four pounds of leather\nBeatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\nI'll bite your face off, pull your\nHeart out, flood it with steak sauce\nChop you up till there's no limbs for me to break off\nKick your stupid ass in traffic nigga and take off\nGo kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\nAnd pay your visit, knock your door down, storm in with the four pound\nPut the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\nOh, you ready for war now? Lacin your hightops\nChk-chk, throw 'em out, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\nNo peace, niggas want beef, you know we love it\nChampagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\nNever seen it comin like that, you had a chance par\nNow you like, \"Oh shit, guns on the dance floor\"\n\nI come from Queens, where half of my crew be at\nYou didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\nIf you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\nIf you a fraud fakin a movie Jack\n\nI let the mac roar, finish the act with the hacksaw\nThe plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\nI'm back for what is rightfully mine, I spitefully rhyme\nEvery word of trifle design\n\nYo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\nLike a demon spittin hell at 33 and a third\nYou wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\nAnd if you do faggot, better sneak up behind me\nSee that's the only way that you gon' get me\nAnd if you wet me I'mma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\nTo my double gat niggas who talk shit and bubble crack\nThis year y'all niggas gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\nSpittin like a .38 caliber, any challenger\nWanna stand tough, get handcuffed to the banister\nBeatdown your manager, for not leavin\nMy dough, you can't be mad at her\nHustler from the Queensboro, it's Big Psych\nWe can go at it, like a pit fight\nEverythang I spit tight, go out after midnight\nLike a vampire, call me your Messiah\nTo burn my kingdom, you must use fire\n\nWhat? Who the best nigga? (JuJu!)\nBeatnuts!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beatnuts Forever\n  artist: The Beatnuts\n  album: A Musical Massacre\n  duration_ms: 194772\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Psycho Les... JuJu!\n\n  East to west, even if you wearin a vest\n  They gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\n  Look at the best, still only second to Les\n  And even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\n  Figure the stress, whole crew avoidin arrest\n  You know the name of my click nigga, it start with a pres'\n  Dogs that'll reload and bark with the best\n  Dark with a cold heart, spittin darts through your flesh\n\n  You know the street code, stash the kilos\n  Jump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\n  Countin G-notes, I made off the Chinos\n  But this one Chino wanna play Pacino\n  So he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\n  Hooked up on him, caught him with the forearm\n  Called up Big Ju, M.A., nigga the war's on\n  (Fuckin with this bitch dog, make me pull my drawers off)\n  C'mon nigga\n\n  Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live life and better\n  Cause all this shine won't be mine forever, so it's now or never\n  We get down whatever, four pounds of leather\n  Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\n  I'll bite your face off, pull your\n  Heart out, flood it with steak sauce\n  Chop you up till there's no limbs for me to break off\n  Kick your stupid ass in traffic nigga and take off\n  Go kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\n  And pay your visit, knock your door down, storm in with the four pound\n  Put the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n  Oh, you ready for war now? Lacin your hightops\n  Chk-chk, throw 'em out, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\n  No peace, niggas want beef, you know we love it\n  Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\n  Never seen it comin like that, you had a chance par\n  Now you like, \"Oh shit, guns on the dance floor\"\n\n  I come from Queens, where half of my crew be at\n  You didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\n  If you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\n  If you a fraud fakin a movie Jack\n\n  I let the mac roar, finish the act with the hacksaw\n  The plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\n  I'm back for what is rightfully mine, I spitefully rhyme\n  Every word of trifle design\n\n  Yo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\n  Like a demon spittin hell at 33 and a third\n  You wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\n  And if you do faggot, better sneak up behind me\n  See that's the only way that you gon' get me\n  And if you wet me I'mma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\n  To my double gat niggas who talk shit and bubble crack\n  This year y'all niggas gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\n  Spittin like a .38 caliber, any challenger\n  Wanna stand tough, get handcuffed to the banister\n  Beatdown your manager, for not leavin\n  My dough, you can't be mad at her\n  Hustler from the Queensboro, it's Big Psych\n  We can go at it, like a pit fight\n  Everythang I spit tight, go out after midnight\n  Like a vampire, call me your Messiah\n  To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\n\n  What? Who the best nigga? (JuJu!)\n  Beatnuts!\n"},{"id":25297761,"name":"Beatnuts Forever","trackName":"Beatnuts Forever","artistName":"The Beatnuts","albumName":"Classic Nuts, Volume 1","duration":191.169417,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Psycho Les... JuJu!\n\nEast to west, even if you wearin a vest\nThey gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\nLook at the best, still only second to Les\nAnd even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\nFigure the stress, whole crew avoidin arrest\nYou know the name of my click nigga, it start with a pres'\nDogs that'll reload and bark with the best\nDark with a cold heart, spittin darts through your flesh\n\nYou know the street code, stash the kilos\nJump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\nCountin G-notes, I made off the Chinos\nBut this one Chino wanna play Pacino\nSo he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\nHooked up on him, caught him with the forearm\nCalled up Big Ju, M.A., nigga the war's on\n(Fuckin with this bitch dog, make me pull my drawers off)\nC'mon nigga\n\nGot my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live life and better\nCause all this shine won't be mine forever, so it's now or never\nWe get down whatever, four pounds of leather\nBeatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\nI'll bite your face off, pull your\nHeart out, flood it with steak sauce\nChop you up till there's no limbs for me to break off\nKick your stupid ass in traffic nigga and take off\nGo kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\nAnd pay your visit, knock your door down, storm in with the four pound\nPut the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\nOh, you ready for war now? Lacin your hightops\nChk-chk, throw 'em out, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\nNo peace, niggas want beef, you know we love it\nChampagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\nNever seen it comin like that, you had a chance par\nNow you like, \"Oh shit, guns on the dance floor\"\n\nI come from Queens, where half of my crew be at\nYou didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\nIf you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\nIf you a fraud fakin a movie Jack\n\nI let the mac roar, finish the act with the hacksaw\nThe plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\nI'm back for what is rightfully mine, I spitefully rhyme\nEvery word of trifle design\n\nYo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\nLike a demon spittin hell at 33 and a third\nYou wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\nAnd if you do faggot, better sneak up behind me\nSee that's the only way that you gon' get me\nAnd if you wet me I'mma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\nTo my double gat niggas who talk shit and bubble crack\nThis year y'all niggas gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\nSpittin like a .38 caliber, any challenger\nWanna stand tough, get handcuffed to the banister\nBeatdown your manager, for not leavin\nMy dough, you can't be mad at her\nHustler from the Queensboro, it's Big Psych\nWe can go at it, like a pit fight\nEverythang I spit tight, go out after midnight\nLike a vampire, call me your Messiah\nTo burn my kingdom, you must use fire\n\nWhat? Who the best nigga? (JuJu!)\nBeatnuts!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beatnuts Forever\n  artist: The Beatnuts\n  album: Classic Nuts, Volume 1\n  duration_ms: 191169\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Psycho Les... JuJu!\n\n  East to west, even if you wearin a vest\n  They gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\n  Look at the best, still only second to Les\n  And even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\n  Figure the stress, whole crew avoidin arrest\n  You know the name of my click nigga, it start with a pres'\n  Dogs that'll reload and bark with the best\n  Dark with a cold heart, spittin darts through your flesh\n\n  You know the street code, stash the kilos\n  Jump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\n  Countin G-notes, I made off the Chinos\n  But this one Chino wanna play Pacino\n  So he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\n  Hooked up on him, caught him with the forearm\n  Called up Big Ju, M.A., nigga the war's on\n  (Fuckin with this bitch dog, make me pull my drawers off)\n  C'mon nigga\n\n  Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live life and better\n  Cause all this shine won't be mine forever, so it's now or never\n  We get down whatever, four pounds of leather\n  Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\n  I'll bite your face off, pull your\n  Heart out, flood it with steak sauce\n  Chop you up till there's no limbs for me to break off\n  Kick your stupid ass in traffic nigga and take off\n  Go kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\n  And pay your visit, knock your door down, storm in with the four pound\n  Put the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n  Oh, you ready for war now? Lacin your hightops\n  Chk-chk, throw 'em out, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\n  No peace, niggas want beef, you know we love it\n  Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\n  Never seen it comin like that, you had a chance par\n  Now you like, \"Oh shit, guns on the dance floor\"\n\n  I come from Queens, where half of my crew be at\n  You didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\n  If you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\n  If you a fraud fakin a movie Jack\n\n  I let the mac roar, finish the act with the hacksaw\n  The plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\n  I'm back for what is rightfully mine, I spitefully rhyme\n  Every word of trifle design\n\n  Yo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\n  Like a demon spittin hell at 33 and a third\n  You wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\n  And if you do faggot, better sneak up behind me\n  See that's the only way that you gon' get me\n  And if you wet me I'mma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\n  To my double gat niggas who talk shit and bubble crack\n  This year y'all niggas gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\n  Spittin like a .38 caliber, any challenger\n  Wanna stand tough, get handcuffed to the banister\n  Beatdown your manager, for not leavin\n  My dough, you can't be mad at her\n  Hustler from the Queensboro, it's Big Psych\n  We can go at it, like a pit fight\n  Everythang I spit tight, go out after midnight\n  Like a vampire, call me your Messiah\n  To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\n\n  What? Who the best nigga? (JuJu!)\n  Beatnuts!\n"},{"id":24755937,"name":"Beatnuts Forever","trackName":"Beatnuts Forever","artistName":"The Beatnuts","albumName":"Violator: The Album","duration":185.306667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Psycho Les... JuJu!\n\nEast to west, even if you wearin a vest\nThey gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\nLook at the best, still only second to Les\nAnd even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\nFigure the stress, whole crew avoidin arrest\nYou know the name of my click nigga, it start with a pres'\nDogs that'll reload and bark with the best\nDark with a cold heart, spittin darts through your flesh\n\nYou know the street code, stash the kilos\nJump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\nCountin G-notes, I made off the Chinos\nBut this one Chino wanna play Pacino\nSo he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\nHooked up on him, caught him with the forearm\nCalled up Big Ju, M.A., nigga the war's on\n(Fuckin with this bitch dog, make me pull my drawers off)\nC'mon nigga\n\nGot my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live life and better\nCause all this shine won't be mine forever, so it's now or never\nWe get down whatever, four pounds of leather\nBeatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\nI'll bite your face off, pull your\nHeart out, flood it with steak sauce\nChop you up till there's no limbs for me to break off\nKick your stupid ass in traffic nigga and take off\nGo kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\nAnd pay your visit, knock your door down, storm in with the four pound\nPut the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\nOh, you ready for war now? Lacin your hightops\nChk-chk, throw 'em out, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\nNo peace, niggas want beef, you know we love it\nChampagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\nNever seen it comin like that, you had a chance par\nNow you like, \"Oh shit, guns on the dance floor\"\n\nI come from Queens, where half of my crew be at\nYou didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\nIf you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\nIf you a fraud fakin a movie Jack\n\nI let the mac roar, finish the act with the hacksaw\nThe plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\nI'm back for what is rightfully mine, I spitefully rhyme\nEvery word of trifle design\n\nYo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\nLike a demon spittin hell at 33 and a third\nYou wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\nAnd if you do faggot, better sneak up behind me\nSee that's the only way that you gon' get me\nAnd if you wet me I'mma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\nTo my double gat niggas who talk shit and bubble crack\nThis year y'all niggas gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\nSpittin like a .38 caliber, any challenger\nWanna stand tough, get handcuffed to the banister\nBeatdown your manager, for not leavin\nMy dough, you can't be mad at her\nHustler from the Queensboro, it's Big Psych\nWe can go at it, like a pit fight\nEverythang I spit tight, go out after midnight\nLike a vampire, call me your Messiah\nTo burn my kingdom, you must use fire\n\nWhat? Who the best nigga? (JuJu!)\nBeatnuts!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beatnuts Forever\n  artist: The Beatnuts\n  album: 'Violator: The Album'\n  duration_ms: 185307\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Psycho Les... JuJu!\n\n  East to west, even if you wearin a vest\n  They gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\n  Look at the best, still only second to Les\n  And even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\n  Figure the stress, whole crew avoidin arrest\n  You know the name of my click nigga, it start with a pres'\n  Dogs that'll reload and bark with the best\n  Dark with a cold heart, spittin darts through your flesh\n\n  You know the street code, stash the kilos\n  Jump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\n  Countin G-notes, I made off the Chinos\n  But this one Chino wanna play Pacino\n  So he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\n  Hooked up on him, caught him with the forearm\n  Called up Big Ju, M.A., nigga the war's on\n  (Fuckin with this bitch dog, make me pull my drawers off)\n  C'mon nigga\n\n  Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live life and better\n  Cause all this shine won't be mine forever, so it's now or never\n  We get down whatever, four pounds of leather\n  Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\n  I'll bite your face off, pull your\n  Heart out, flood it with steak sauce\n  Chop you up till there's no limbs for me to break off\n  Kick your stupid ass in traffic nigga and take off\n  Go kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\n  And pay your visit, knock your door down, storm in with the four pound\n  Put the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n  Oh, you ready for war now? Lacin your hightops\n  Chk-chk, throw 'em out, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\n  No peace, niggas want beef, you know we love it\n  Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\n  Never seen it comin like that, you had a chance par\n  Now you like, \"Oh shit, guns on the dance floor\"\n\n  I come from Queens, where half of my crew be at\n  You didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\n  If you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\n  If you a fraud fakin a movie Jack\n\n  I let the mac roar, finish the act with the hacksaw\n  The plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\n  I'm back for what is rightfully mine, I spitefully rhyme\n  Every word of trifle design\n\n  Yo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\n  Like a demon spittin hell at 33 and a third\n  You wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\n  And if you do faggot, better sneak up behind me\n  See that's the only way that you gon' get me\n  And if you wet me I'mma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\n  To my double gat niggas who talk shit and bubble crack\n  This year y'all niggas gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\n  Spittin like a .38 caliber, any challenger\n  Wanna stand tough, get handcuffed to the banister\n  Beatdown your manager, for not leavin\n  My dough, you can't be mad at her\n  Hustler from the Queensboro, it's Big Psych\n  We can go at it, like a pit fight\n  Everythang I spit tight, go out after midnight\n  Like a vampire, call me your Messiah\n  To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\n\n  What? Who the best nigga? (JuJu!)\n  Beatnuts!\n"},{"id":26275770,"name":"Beatnuts Forever","trackName":"Beatnuts Forever","artistName":"The Beatnuts","albumName":"Classic Nuts, Volume 1","duration":194.638367,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Psycho Les... JuJu!\n\nEast to west, even if you wearin a vest\nThey gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\nLook at the best, still only second to Les\nAnd even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\nFigure the stress, whole crew avoidin arrest\nYou know the name of my click nigga, it start with a pres'\nDogs that'll reload and bark with the best\nDark with a cold heart, spittin darts through your flesh\n\nYou know the street code, stash the kilos\nJump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\nCountin G-notes, I made off the Chinos\nBut this one Chino wanna play Pacino\nSo he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\nHooked up on him, caught him with the forearm\nCalled up Big Ju, M.A., nigga the war's on\n(Fuckin with this bitch dog, make me pull my drawers off)\nC'mon nigga\n\nGot my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live life and better\nCause all this shine won't be mine forever, so it's now or never\nWe get down whatever, four pounds of leather\nBeatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\nI'll bite your face off, pull your\nHeart out, flood it with steak sauce\nChop you up till there's no limbs for me to break off\nKick your stupid ass in traffic nigga and take off\nGo kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\nAnd pay your visit, knock your door down, storm in with the four pound\nPut the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\nOh, you ready for war now? Lacin your hightops\nChk-chk, throw 'em out, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\nNo peace, niggas want beef, you know we love it\nChampagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\nNever seen it comin like that, you had a chance par\nNow you like, \"Oh shit, guns on the dance floor\"\n\nI come from Queens, where half of my crew be at\nYou didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\nIf you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\nIf you a fraud fakin a movie Jack\n\nI let the mac roar, finish the act with the hacksaw\nThe plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\nI'm back for what is rightfully mine, I spitefully rhyme\nEvery word of trifle design\n\nYo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\nLike a demon spittin hell at 33 and a third\nYou wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\nAnd if you do faggot, better sneak up behind me\nSee that's the only way that you gon' get me\nAnd if you wet me I'mma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\nTo my double gat niggas who talk shit and bubble crack\nThis year y'all niggas gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\nSpittin like a .38 caliber, any challenger\nWanna stand tough, get handcuffed to the banister\nBeatdown your manager, for not leavin\nMy dough, you can't be mad at her\nHustler from the Queensboro, it's Big Psych\nWe can go at it, like a pit fight\nEverythang I spit tight, go out after midnight\nLike a vampire, call me your Messiah\nTo burn my kingdom, you must use fire\n\nWhat? Who the best nigga? (JuJu!)\nBeatnuts!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beatnuts Forever\n  artist: The Beatnuts\n  album: Classic Nuts, Volume 1\n  duration_ms: 194638\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Psycho Les... JuJu!\n\n  East to west, even if you wearin a vest\n  They gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\n  Look at the best, still only second to Les\n  And even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\n  Figure the stress, whole crew avoidin arrest\n  You know the name of my click nigga, it start with a pres'\n  Dogs that'll reload and bark with the best\n  Dark with a cold heart, spittin darts through your flesh\n\n  You know the street code, stash the kilos\n  Jump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\n  Countin G-notes, I made off the Chinos\n  But this one Chino wanna play Pacino\n  So he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\n  Hooked up on him, caught him with the forearm\n  Called up Big Ju, M.A., nigga the war's on\n  (Fuckin with this bitch dog, make me pull my drawers off)\n  C'mon nigga\n\n  Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live life and better\n  Cause all this shine won't be mine forever, so it's now or never\n  We get down whatever, four pounds of leather\n  Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\n  I'll bite your face off, pull your\n  Heart out, flood it with steak sauce\n  Chop you up till there's no limbs for me to break off\n  Kick your stupid ass in traffic nigga and take off\n  Go kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\n  And pay your visit, knock your door down, storm in with the four pound\n  Put the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n  Oh, you ready for war now? Lacin your hightops\n  Chk-chk, throw 'em out, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\n  No peace, niggas want beef, you know we love it\n  Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\n  Never seen it comin like that, you had a chance par\n  Now you like, \"Oh shit, guns on the dance floor\"\n\n  I come from Queens, where half of my crew be at\n  You didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\n  If you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\n  If you a fraud fakin a movie Jack\n\n  I let the mac roar, finish the act with the hacksaw\n  The plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\n  I'm back for what is rightfully mine, I spitefully rhyme\n  Every word of trifle design\n\n  Yo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\n  Like a demon spittin hell at 33 and a third\n  You wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\n  And if you do faggot, better sneak up behind me\n  See that's the only way that you gon' get me\n  And if you wet me I'mma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\n  To my double gat niggas who talk shit and bubble crack\n  This year y'all niggas gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\n  Spittin like a .38 caliber, any challenger\n  Wanna stand tough, get handcuffed to the banister\n  Beatdown your manager, for not leavin\n  My dough, you can't be mad at her\n  Hustler from the Queensboro, it's Big Psych\n  We can go at it, like a pit fight\n  Everythang I spit tight, go out after midnight\n  Like a vampire, call me your Messiah\n  To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\n\n  What? Who the best nigga? (JuJu!)\n  Beatnuts!\n"},{"id":40250372,"name":"Beatnuts Forever","trackName":"Beatnuts Forever","artistName":"The Beatnuts","albumName":"Classic Nuts Vol 1","duration":185.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Psycho Les... JuJu!\n\nEast to west, even if you wearin a vest\nThey gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\nLook at the best, still only second to Les\nAnd even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\nFigure the stress, whole crew avoidin arrest\nYou know the name of my click nigga, it start with a pres'\nDogs that'll reload and bark with the best\nDark with a cold heart, spittin darts through your flesh\n\nYou know the street code, stash the kilos\nJump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\nCountin G-notes, I made off the Chinos\nBut this one Chino wanna play Pacino\nSo he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\nHooked up on him, caught him with the forearm\nCalled up Big Ju, M.A., nigga the war's on\n(Fuckin with this bitch dog, make me pull my drawers off)\nC'mon nigga\n\nGot my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live life and better\nCause all this shine won't be mine forever, so it's now or never\nWe get down whatever, four pounds of leather\nBeatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\nI'll bite your face off, pull your\nHeart out, flood it with steak sauce\nChop you up till there's no limbs for me to break off\nKick your stupid ass in traffic nigga and take off\nGo kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\nAnd pay your visit, knock your door down, storm in with the four pound\nPut the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\nOh, you ready for war now? Lacin your hightops\nChk-chk, throw 'em out, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\nNo peace, niggas want beef, you know we love it\nChampagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\nNever seen it comin like that, you had a chance par\nNow you like, \"Oh shit, guns on the dance floor\"\n\nI come from Queens, where half of my crew be at\nYou didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\nIf you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\nIf you a fraud fakin a movie Jack\n\nI let the mac roar, finish the act with the hacksaw\nThe plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\nI'm back for what is rightfully mine, I spitefully rhyme\nEvery word of trifle design\n\nYo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\nLike a demon spittin hell at 33 and a third\nYou wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\nAnd if you do faggot, better sneak up behind me\nSee that's the only way that you gon' get me\nAnd if you wet me I'mma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\nTo my double gat niggas who talk shit and bubble crack\nThis year y'all niggas gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\nSpittin like a .38 caliber, any challenger\nWanna stand tough, get handcuffed to the banister\nBeatdown your manager, for not leavin\nMy dough, you can't be mad at her\nHustler from the Queensboro, it's Big Psych\nWe can go at it, like a pit fight\nEverythang I spit tight, go out after midnight\nLike a vampire, call me your Messiah\nTo burn my kingdom, you must use fire\n\nWhat? Who the best nigga? (JuJu!)\nBeatnuts!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beatnuts Forever\n  artist: The Beatnuts\n  album: Classic Nuts Vol 1\n  duration_ms: 185342\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Psycho Les... JuJu!\n\n  East to west, even if you wearin a vest\n  They gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\n  Look at the best, still only second to Les\n  And even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\n  Figure the stress, whole crew avoidin arrest\n  You know the name of my click nigga, it start with a pres'\n  Dogs that'll reload and bark with the best\n  Dark with a cold heart, spittin darts through your flesh\n\n  You know the street code, stash the kilos\n  Jump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\n  Countin G-notes, I made off the Chinos\n  But this one Chino wanna play Pacino\n  So he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\n  Hooked up on him, caught him with the forearm\n  Called up Big Ju, M.A., nigga the war's on\n  (Fuckin with this bitch dog, make me pull my drawers off)\n  C'mon nigga\n\n  Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live life and better\n  Cause all this shine won't be mine forever, so it's now or never\n  We get down whatever, four pounds of leather\n  Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\n  I'll bite your face off, pull your\n  Heart out, flood it with steak sauce\n  Chop you up till there's no limbs for me to break off\n  Kick your stupid ass in traffic nigga and take off\n  Go kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\n  And pay your visit, knock your door down, storm in with the four pound\n  Put the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n  Oh, you ready for war now? Lacin your hightops\n  Chk-chk, throw 'em out, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\n  No peace, niggas want beef, you know we love it\n  Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\n  Never seen it comin like that, you had a chance par\n  Now you like, \"Oh shit, guns on the dance floor\"\n\n  I come from Queens, where half of my crew be at\n  You didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\n  If you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\n  If you a fraud fakin a movie Jack\n\n  I let the mac roar, finish the act with the hacksaw\n  The plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\n  I'm back for what is rightfully mine, I spitefully rhyme\n  Every word of trifle design\n\n  Yo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\n  Like a demon spittin hell at 33 and a third\n  You wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\n  And if you do faggot, better sneak up behind me\n  See that's the only way that you gon' get me\n  And if you wet me I'mma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\n  To my double gat niggas who talk shit and bubble crack\n  This year y'all niggas gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\n  Spittin like a .38 caliber, any challenger\n  Wanna stand tough, get handcuffed to the banister\n  Beatdown your manager, for not leavin\n  My dough, you can't be mad at her\n  Hustler from the Queensboro, it's Big Psych\n  We can go at it, like a pit fight\n  Everythang I spit tight, go out after midnight\n  Like a vampire, call me your Messiah\n  To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\n\n  What? Who the best nigga? (JuJu!)\n  Beatnuts!\n"},{"id":32744018,"name":"Beatnuts Forever","trackName":"Beatnuts Forever","artistName":"Marlon \"Perro\" Manson/The Beatnuts/Triple Seis","albumName":"A Musical Massacre","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Psycho Les. JuJu!\n\nEast to West, even if you wearin a vest\nThey gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\nLook at the best, still only second or less\nAnd even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\nBigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest\nYou know the name of my click, nigga it start wit a tres\ndog that'll reload and bark with the best\nDark with a cold heart spittin darts through your flesh\n\nYou know the street code, stash the kilo\nJump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\nCountin G notes, I made off the Chino's\nBut this one Chino wanna play Pacino\nSo he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\nCrept up on him (CREW) caught him with the forearm\nCalled up Big Ju, M.A. nigga, the war's on\n(F**kin with this bitch dog, let me put my drawers on)\n\nBeatnuts (repeat 2X)\n\nGot my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live live and better\nCause all the shine will be mine forever\nSo it's now or never, we get down whatever\nFour-pounds and leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\nBite your face off, pull your heart out, flood it with steak sauce\nChop you up, til there's no limbs for me to break off\nKick your stupid ass it's just tragic nigga and take off\nGo kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\nAnd pay you a visit\nAnd knock your door down, strongman with the four-pound\nPut the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n(Oh) You ready for war now, lacin your hightops?\nDoma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\nNo peace, niggaz want beef, you know we love it\nChampagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\nNever seen it comin like that, you had a chance Pah\nNow you like, \"Oh shit!\" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+\n\nna Queens, where half of my crew be at\nYou didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\nIf you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\nIf you a?, fakin a movie jack?\n\nI let the mac off, finish the act with the hats on\nThe plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\nI'm back for what is rightfully mine\nI spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n\nYo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\nlike a demon spittin Hell at thirty-three and a third\nYou wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\nAnd if you do FAGGOT, better sneak up behind me\nSee that's the only way that you gon' get me\nAnd if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\nTo my double-gat niggaz who talk shit and bubble crack\nThis year, y'all niggaz gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\nSpittin like a thirty-eight caliber\nAny challenger? One stands up, get handcuffed, to the banister\nBeat down your manager, now leave with my dough\nYou can't be mad at the, hustler from the Queens borough\nIt's Big Psych', we can go at it, like a pit fit\nEverything I spit tight, go out after midnight\nLike a vampire, call me your messiah\n\"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\"\n\nWhat, who the best nigga?\nBeatnuts!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beatnuts Forever\n  artist: Marlon \"Perro\" Manson/The Beatnuts/Triple Seis\n  album: A Musical Massacre\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Psycho Les. JuJu!\n\n  East to West, even if you wearin a vest\n  They gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\n  Look at the best, still only second or less\n  And even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\n  Bigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest\n  You know the name of my click, nigga it start wit a tres\n  dog that'll reload and bark with the best\n  Dark with a cold heart spittin darts through your flesh\n\n  You know the street code, stash the kilo\n  Jump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\n  Countin G notes, I made off the Chino's\n  But this one Chino wanna play Pacino\n  So he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\n  Crept up on him (CREW) caught him with the forearm\n  Called up Big Ju, M.A. nigga, the war's on\n  (F**kin with this bitch dog, let me put my drawers on)\n\n  Beatnuts (repeat 2X)\n\n  Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live live and better\n  Cause all the shine will be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four-pounds and leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\n  Bite your face off, pull your heart out, flood it with steak sauce\n  Chop you up, til there's no limbs for me to break off\n  Kick your stupid ass it's just tragic nigga and take off\n  Go kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\n  And pay you a visit\n  And knock your door down, strongman with the four-pound\n  Put the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n  (Oh) You ready for war now, lacin your hightops?\n  Doma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\n  No peace, niggaz want beef, you know we love it\n  Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\n  Never seen it comin like that, you had a chance Pah\n  Now you like, \"Oh shit!\" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+\n\n  na Queens, where half of my crew be at\n  You didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\n  If you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\n  If you a?, fakin a movie jack?\n\n  I let the mac off, finish the act with the hats on\n  The plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\n  I'm back for what is rightfully mine\n  I spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n\n  Yo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\n  like a demon spittin Hell at thirty-three and a third\n  You wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\n  And if you do FAGGOT, better sneak up behind me\n  See that's the only way that you gon' get me\n  And if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\n  To my double-gat niggaz who talk shit and bubble crack\n  This year, y'all niggaz gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\n  Spittin like a thirty-eight caliber\n  Any challenger? One stands up, get handcuffed, to the banister\n  Beat down your manager, now leave with my dough\n  You can't be mad at the, hustler from the Queens borough\n  It's Big Psych', we can go at it, like a pit fit\n  Everything I spit tight, go out after midnight\n  Like a vampire, call me your messiah\n  \"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\"\n\n  What, who the best nigga?\n  Beatnuts!\n"},{"id":24723276,"name":"Beatnuts Forever - Featuring Triple SeisMarlon Perro Manson","trackName":"Beatnuts Forever - Featuring Triple SeisMarlon Perro Manson","artistName":"Beatnuts","albumName":"Musical Massacre","duration":194.873437,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You're the best there is\nPsycho Les\nYou're the best there is\nJuju\n\nEast to West, even if you wearing a vest\nThey gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\nLook at the best, still only second to Les\nAnd even he said he don't want it with me\nFigure the rest, bigger distress\nWhole crew avoiding arrest\nYou know the name of my clique, nigga, it start with a tres\nDogs that'll reload and bark with the best\nDark with a cold heart spittin' darts through your flesh\n\nYou know the street code, stash the kilo\nJump on a speedboat, blowin' weed smoke\nCountin' G-notes I made off the chinos\nBut this one chino wanna play cochino\nSo he's standing in front of me looking stupid like a moron\nHooked off one, who? Caught him with the four-oh\nCalled up Big Ju, M.A., nigga, the war's on\n(What's up with this dick, dog? Let me pull my drawers on)\n\nGot my eyes on cheddar as I strive to live life and better\n'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\nSo it's now or never, we get down whatever\nFour pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\nGot my eyes on cheddar as I strive to live life and better\n'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\nSo it's now or never, we get down whatever\nFour pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\nI'll bite your face off, pull your\nHeart out, flood it with steak sauce\nChop you up 'til there's no limbs for me to break off\nKick your stupid ass in the trap, nigga, then take off\nGo kill everybody at work and take the day off\nAnd pay your visit, knock your door\nDown, stone man with the four pound\nPut the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\nOh, you ready for war now? Lacing your hi-tops\nChk-chk, come on, one in the head, now who's a cyclops?\nNo peace, niggas want beef, you know we love it\nChampagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\nNever seen it comin' like that, you had a chance, pah\nNow you like, oh shit, guns on the dance floor\nCorona, Queens, where half of my crew be at\nYou didn't expect this booby trap 'cause I'm such a groovy cat\nIf you my dog, then I got you with a Scooby Snack\nIf you a four-fick in the movie, Jack\nI'll let the MAC roar, finish the act with the hacksaw\nThe plan is you vanish like you standing on a trap door\nI'm back for what is rightfully mine\nI spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n\nGot my eyes on cheddar as I strive to live life and better\n'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\nSo it's now or never, we get down whatever\nFour pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\nGot my eyes on cheddar as I strive to live life and better\n'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\nSo it's now or never, we get down whatever\nFour pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\nYo, it's the livest nigga you ever heard\nThat's my word like a demon spittin' hell at thirty-three and a third\nYou wanna duel with Ju, you gotta find me\nAnd if you do, faggot, better sneak up behind me\nSee, that's the only way that you gon' get me\nAnd if you wet me, I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\nTo my double gat niggas who talk shit and bubble crack\nThis year, y'all niggas gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\nSpittin' like a .38 caliber\nAny challenger wanna stand tough, get handcuffed to the banister\nBeat down your manager for not leaving\nMy dough, you can't be mad at the\nHustler from the Queens borough, it's Big Psych\nWe can go at it like a pit fight\nEverything I spit tight, go out after midnight\nLike a vampire, call me your messiah\nTo burn my kingdom, you must use fire\n\nWhat? Who the best, nigga?\nYou're the best there is\nPsycho Les\nYou're the best there is\nJuju\nBeatnuts","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beatnuts Forever - Featuring Triple SeisMarlon Perro Manson\n  artist: Beatnuts\n  album: Musical Massacre\n  duration_ms: 194873\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You're the best there is\n  Psycho Les\n  You're the best there is\n  Juju\n\n  East to West, even if you wearing a vest\n  They gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\n  Look at the best, still only second to Les\n  And even he said he don't want it with me\n  Figure the rest, bigger distress\n  Whole crew avoiding arrest\n  You know the name of my clique, nigga, it start with a tres\n  Dogs that'll reload and bark with the best\n  Dark with a cold heart spittin' darts through your flesh\n\n  You know the street code, stash the kilo\n  Jump on a speedboat, blowin' weed smoke\n  Countin' G-notes I made off the chinos\n  But this one chino wanna play cochino\n  So he's standing in front of me looking stupid like a moron\n  Hooked off one, who? Caught him with the four-oh\n  Called up Big Ju, M.A., nigga, the war's on\n  (What's up with this dick, dog? Let me pull my drawers on)\n\n  Got my eyes on cheddar as I strive to live life and better\n  'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n  Got my eyes on cheddar as I strive to live life and better\n  'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\n  I'll bite your face off, pull your\n  Heart out, flood it with steak sauce\n  Chop you up 'til there's no limbs for me to break off\n  Kick your stupid ass in the trap, nigga, then take off\n  Go kill everybody at work and take the day off\n  And pay your visit, knock your door\n  Down, stone man with the four pound\n  Put the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n  Oh, you ready for war now? Lacing your hi-tops\n  Chk-chk, come on, one in the head, now who's a cyclops?\n  No peace, niggas want beef, you know we love it\n  Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\n  Never seen it comin' like that, you had a chance, pah\n  Now you like, oh shit, guns on the dance floor\n  Corona, Queens, where half of my crew be at\n  You didn't expect this booby trap 'cause I'm such a groovy cat\n  If you my dog, then I got you with a Scooby Snack\n  If you a four-fick in the movie, Jack\n  I'll let the MAC roar, finish the act with the hacksaw\n  The plan is you vanish like you standing on a trap door\n  I'm back for what is rightfully mine\n  I spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n\n  Got my eyes on cheddar as I strive to live life and better\n  'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n  Got my eyes on cheddar as I strive to live life and better\n  'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\n  Yo, it's the livest nigga you ever heard\n  That's my word like a demon spittin' hell at thirty-three and a third\n  You wanna duel with Ju, you gotta find me\n  And if you do, faggot, better sneak up behind me\n  See, that's the only way that you gon' get me\n  And if you wet me, I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\n  To my double gat niggas who talk shit and bubble crack\n  This year, y'all niggas gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\n  Spittin' like a .38 caliber\n  Any challenger wanna stand tough, get handcuffed to the banister\n  Beat down your manager for not leaving\n  My dough, you can't be mad at the\n  Hustler from the Queens borough, it's Big Psych\n  We can go at it like a pit fight\n  Everything I spit tight, go out after midnight\n  Like a vampire, call me your messiah\n  To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\n\n  What? Who the best, nigga?\n  You're the best there is\n  Psycho Les\n  You're the best there is\n  Juju\n  Beatnuts\n"},{"id":32807240,"name":"Beatnuts Forever","trackName":"Beatnuts Forever","artistName":"The Beatnuts feat. Triple Seis & Marlon “Perro” Manson","albumName":"A Musical Massacre","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Psycho Les. JuJu!\n\nEast to West, even if you wearin a vest\nThey gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\nLook at the best, still only second or less\nAnd even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\nBigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest\nYou know the name of my click, nigga it start wit a tres\ndog that'll reload and bark with the best\nDark with a cold heart spittin darts through your flesh\n\nYou know the street code, stash the kilo\nJump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\nCountin G notes, I made off the Chino's\nBut this one Chino wanna play Pacino\nSo he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\nCrept up on him (CREW) caught him with the forearm\nCalled up Big Ju, M.A. nigga, the war's on\n(F**kin with this bitch dog, let me put my drawers on)\n\nBeatnuts (repeat 2X)\n\nGot my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live live and better\nCause all the shine will be mine forever\nSo it's now or never, we get down whatever\nFour-pounds and leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\nBite your face off, pull your heart out, flood it with steak sauce\nChop you up, til there's no limbs for me to break off\nKick your stupid ass it's just tragic nigga and take off\nGo kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\nAnd pay you a visit\nAnd knock your door down, strongman with the four-pound\nPut the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n(Oh) You ready for war now, lacin your hightops?\nDoma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\nNo peace, niggaz want beef, you know we love it\nChampagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\nNever seen it comin like that, you had a chance Pah\nNow you like, \"Oh shit!\" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+\n\nna Queens, where half of my crew be at\nYou didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\nIf you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\nIf you a?, fakin a movie jack?\n\nI let the mac off, finish the act with the hats on\nThe plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\nI'm back for what is rightfully mine\nI spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n\nYo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\nlike a demon spittin Hell at thirty-three and a third\nYou wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\nAnd if you do FAGGOT, better sneak up behind me\nSee that's the only way that you gon' get me\nAnd if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\nTo my double-gat niggaz who talk shit and bubble crack\nThis year, y'all niggaz gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\nSpittin like a thirty-eight caliber\nAny challenger? One stands up, get handcuffed, to the banister\nBeat down your manager, now leave with my dough\nYou can't be mad at the, hustler from the Queens borough\nIt's Big Psych', we can go at it, like a pit fit\nEverything I spit tight, go out after midnight\nLike a vampire, call me your messiah\n\"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\"\n\nWhat, who the best nigga?\nBeatnuts!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beatnuts Forever\n  artist: The Beatnuts feat. Triple Seis & Marlon “Perro” Manson\n  album: A Musical Massacre\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Psycho Les. JuJu!\n\n  East to West, even if you wearin a vest\n  They gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\n  Look at the best, still only second or less\n  And even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\n  Bigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest\n  You know the name of my click, nigga it start wit a tres\n  dog that'll reload and bark with the best\n  Dark with a cold heart spittin darts through your flesh\n\n  You know the street code, stash the kilo\n  Jump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\n  Countin G notes, I made off the Chino's\n  But this one Chino wanna play Pacino\n  So he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\n  Crept up on him (CREW) caught him with the forearm\n  Called up Big Ju, M.A. nigga, the war's on\n  (F**kin with this bitch dog, let me put my drawers on)\n\n  Beatnuts (repeat 2X)\n\n  Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live live and better\n  Cause all the shine will be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four-pounds and leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\n  Bite your face off, pull your heart out, flood it with steak sauce\n  Chop you up, til there's no limbs for me to break off\n  Kick your stupid ass it's just tragic nigga and take off\n  Go kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\n  And pay you a visit\n  And knock your door down, strongman with the four-pound\n  Put the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n  (Oh) You ready for war now, lacin your hightops?\n  Doma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\n  No peace, niggaz want beef, you know we love it\n  Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\n  Never seen it comin like that, you had a chance Pah\n  Now you like, \"Oh shit!\" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+\n\n  na Queens, where half of my crew be at\n  You didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\n  If you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\n  If you a?, fakin a movie jack?\n\n  I let the mac off, finish the act with the hats on\n  The plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\n  I'm back for what is rightfully mine\n  I spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n\n  Yo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\n  like a demon spittin Hell at thirty-three and a third\n  You wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\n  And if you do FAGGOT, better sneak up behind me\n  See that's the only way that you gon' get me\n  And if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\n  To my double-gat niggaz who talk shit and bubble crack\n  This year, y'all niggaz gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\n  Spittin like a thirty-eight caliber\n  Any challenger? One stands up, get handcuffed, to the banister\n  Beat down your manager, now leave with my dough\n  You can't be mad at the, hustler from the Queens borough\n  It's Big Psych', we can go at it, like a pit fit\n  Everything I spit tight, go out after midnight\n  Like a vampire, call me your messiah\n  \"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\"\n\n  What, who the best nigga?\n  Beatnuts!\n"},{"id":16108594,"name":"Beatnuts Forever","trackName":"Beatnuts Forever","artistName":"The Beatnuts feat. Triple Seis & Marlon \"Perro\" Manson","albumName":"Classic Nuts, Volume 1","duration":191.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Psycho Les. JuJu!\n\nEast to West, even if you wearin a vest\nThey gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\nLook at the best, still only second or less\nAnd even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\nBigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest\nYou know the name of my click, nigga it start wit a tres\ndog that'll reload and bark with the best\nDark with a cold heart spittin darts through your flesh\n\nYou know the street code, stash the kilo\nJump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\nCountin G notes, I made off the Chino's\nBut this one Chino wanna play Pacino\nSo he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\nCrept up on him (CREW) caught him with the forearm\nCalled up Big Ju, M.A. nigga, the war's on\n(F**kin with this bitch dog, let me put my drawers on)\n\nBeatnuts (repeat 2X)\n\nGot my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live live and better\nCause all the shine will be mine forever\nSo it's now or never, we get down whatever\nFour-pounds and leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\nBite your face off, pull your heart out, flood it with steak sauce\nChop you up, til there's no limbs for me to break off\nKick your stupid ass it's just tragic nigga and take off\nGo kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\nAnd pay you a visit\nAnd knock your door down, strongman with the four-pound\nPut the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n(Oh) You ready for war now, lacin your hightops?\nDoma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\nNo peace, niggaz want beef, you know we love it\nChampagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\nNever seen it comin like that, you had a chance Pah\nNow you like, \"Oh shit!\" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+\n\nna Queens, where half of my crew be at\nYou didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\nIf you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\nIf you a?, fakin a movie jack?\n\nI let the mac off, finish the act with the hats on\nThe plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\nI'm back for what is rightfully mine\nI spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n\nYo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\nlike a demon spittin Hell at thirty-three and a third\nYou wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\nAnd if you do FAGGOT, better sneak up behind me\nSee that's the only way that you gon' get me\nAnd if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\nTo my double-gat niggaz who talk shit and bubble crack\nThis year, y'all niggaz gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\nSpittin like a thirty-eight caliber\nAny challenger? One stands up, get handcuffed, to the banister\nBeat down your manager, now leave with my dough\nYou can't be mad at the, hustler from the Queens borough\nIt's Big Psych', we can go at it, like a pit fit\nEverything I spit tight, go out after midnight\nLike a vampire, call me your messiah\n\"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\"\n\nWhat, who the best nigga?\nBeatnuts!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beatnuts Forever\n  artist: The Beatnuts feat. Triple Seis & Marlon \"Perro\" Manson\n  album: Classic Nuts, Volume 1\n  duration_ms: 191000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Psycho Les. JuJu!\n\n  East to West, even if you wearin a vest\n  They gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\n  Look at the best, still only second or less\n  And even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\n  Bigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest\n  You know the name of my click, nigga it start wit a tres\n  dog that'll reload and bark with the best\n  Dark with a cold heart spittin darts through your flesh\n\n  You know the street code, stash the kilo\n  Jump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\n  Countin G notes, I made off the Chino's\n  But this one Chino wanna play Pacino\n  So he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\n  Crept up on him (CREW) caught him with the forearm\n  Called up Big Ju, M.A. nigga, the war's on\n  (F**kin with this bitch dog, let me put my drawers on)\n\n  Beatnuts (repeat 2X)\n\n  Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live live and better\n  Cause all the shine will be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four-pounds and leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\n  Bite your face off, pull your heart out, flood it with steak sauce\n  Chop you up, til there's no limbs for me to break off\n  Kick your stupid ass it's just tragic nigga and take off\n  Go kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\n  And pay you a visit\n  And knock your door down, strongman with the four-pound\n  Put the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n  (Oh) You ready for war now, lacin your hightops?\n  Doma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\n  No peace, niggaz want beef, you know we love it\n  Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\n  Never seen it comin like that, you had a chance Pah\n  Now you like, \"Oh shit!\" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+\n\n  na Queens, where half of my crew be at\n  You didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\n  If you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\n  If you a?, fakin a movie jack?\n\n  I let the mac off, finish the act with the hats on\n  The plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\n  I'm back for what is rightfully mine\n  I spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n\n  Yo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\n  like a demon spittin Hell at thirty-three and a third\n  You wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\n  And if you do FAGGOT, better sneak up behind me\n  See that's the only way that you gon' get me\n  And if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\n  To my double-gat niggaz who talk shit and bubble crack\n  This year, y'all niggaz gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\n  Spittin like a thirty-eight caliber\n  Any challenger? One stands up, get handcuffed, to the banister\n  Beat down your manager, now leave with my dough\n  You can't be mad at the, hustler from the Queens borough\n  It's Big Psych', we can go at it, like a pit fit\n  Everything I spit tight, go out after midnight\n  Like a vampire, call me your messiah\n  \"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\"\n\n  What, who the best nigga?\n  Beatnuts!\n"},{"id":36823151,"name":"Beatnuts Forever","trackName":"Beatnuts Forever","artistName":"The Beatnuts feat. Triple Seis & Marlon \"Perro\" Manson","albumName":"Classic Nuts, Vol. 1","duration":191.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Psycho Les. JuJu!\n\nEast to West, even if you wearin a vest\nThey gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\nLook at the best, still only second or less\nAnd even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\nBigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest\nYou know the name of my click, nigga it start wit a tres\ndog that'll reload and bark with the best\nDark with a cold heart spittin darts through your flesh\n\nYou know the street code, stash the kilo\nJump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\nCountin G notes, I made off the Chino's\nBut this one Chino wanna play Pacino\nSo he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\nCrept up on him (CREW) caught him with the forearm\nCalled up Big Ju, M.A. nigga, the war's on\n(F**kin with this bitch dog, let me put my drawers on)\n\nBeatnuts (repeat 2X)\n\nGot my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live live and better\nCause all the shine will be mine forever\nSo it's now or never, we get down whatever\nFour-pounds and leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\nBite your face off, pull your heart out, flood it with steak sauce\nChop you up, til there's no limbs for me to break off\nKick your stupid ass it's just tragic nigga and take off\nGo kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\nAnd pay you a visit\nAnd knock your door down, strongman with the four-pound\nPut the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n(Oh) You ready for war now, lacin your hightops?\nDoma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\nNo peace, niggaz want beef, you know we love it\nChampagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\nNever seen it comin like that, you had a chance Pah\nNow you like, \"Oh shit!\" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+\n\nna Queens, where half of my crew be at\nYou didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\nIf you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\nIf you a?, fakin a movie jack?\n\nI let the mac off, finish the act with the hats on\nThe plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\nI'm back for what is rightfully mine\nI spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n\nYo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\nlike a demon spittin Hell at thirty-three and a third\nYou wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\nAnd if you do FAGGOT, better sneak up behind me\nSee that's the only way that you gon' get me\nAnd if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\nTo my double-gat niggaz who talk shit and bubble crack\nThis year, y'all niggaz gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\nSpittin like a thirty-eight caliber\nAny challenger? One stands up, get handcuffed, to the banister\nBeat down your manager, now leave with my dough\nYou can't be mad at the, hustler from the Queens borough\nIt's Big Psych', we can go at it, like a pit fit\nEverything I spit tight, go out after midnight\nLike a vampire, call me your messiah\n\"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\"\n\nWhat, who the best nigga?\nBeatnuts!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beatnuts Forever\n  artist: The Beatnuts feat. Triple Seis & Marlon \"Perro\" Manson\n  album: Classic Nuts, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 191000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Psycho Les. JuJu!\n\n  East to West, even if you wearin a vest\n  They gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\n  Look at the best, still only second or less\n  And even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\n  Bigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest\n  You know the name of my click, nigga it start wit a tres\n  dog that'll reload and bark with the best\n  Dark with a cold heart spittin darts through your flesh\n\n  You know the street code, stash the kilo\n  Jump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\n  Countin G notes, I made off the Chino's\n  But this one Chino wanna play Pacino\n  So he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\n  Crept up on him (CREW) caught him with the forearm\n  Called up Big Ju, M.A. nigga, the war's on\n  (F**kin with this bitch dog, let me put my drawers on)\n\n  Beatnuts (repeat 2X)\n\n  Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live live and better\n  Cause all the shine will be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four-pounds and leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\n  Bite your face off, pull your heart out, flood it with steak sauce\n  Chop you up, til there's no limbs for me to break off\n  Kick your stupid ass it's just tragic nigga and take off\n  Go kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\n  And pay you a visit\n  And knock your door down, strongman with the four-pound\n  Put the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n  (Oh) You ready for war now, lacin your hightops?\n  Doma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\n  No peace, niggaz want beef, you know we love it\n  Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\n  Never seen it comin like that, you had a chance Pah\n  Now you like, \"Oh shit!\" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+\n\n  na Queens, where half of my crew be at\n  You didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\n  If you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\n  If you a?, fakin a movie jack?\n\n  I let the mac off, finish the act with the hats on\n  The plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\n  I'm back for what is rightfully mine\n  I spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n\n  Yo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\n  like a demon spittin Hell at thirty-three and a third\n  You wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\n  And if you do FAGGOT, better sneak up behind me\n  See that's the only way that you gon' get me\n  And if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\n  To my double-gat niggaz who talk shit and bubble crack\n  This year, y'all niggaz gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\n  Spittin like a thirty-eight caliber\n  Any challenger? One stands up, get handcuffed, to the banister\n  Beat down your manager, now leave with my dough\n  You can't be mad at the, hustler from the Queens borough\n  It's Big Psych', we can go at it, like a pit fit\n  Everything I spit tight, go out after midnight\n  Like a vampire, call me your messiah\n  \"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\"\n\n  What, who the best nigga?\n  Beatnuts!\n"},{"id":28307142,"name":"Beatnuts Forever","trackName":"Beatnuts Forever","artistName":"The Beatnuts feat. Triple Seis & Marlon 'Perro' Manson","albumName":"A Musical Massacre","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Psycho Les. JuJu!\n\nEast to West, even if you wearin a vest\nThey gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\nLook at the best, still only second or less\nAnd even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\nBigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest\nYou know the name of my click, nigga it start wit a tres\ndog that'll reload and bark with the best\nDark with a cold heart spittin darts through your flesh\n\nYou know the street code, stash the kilo\nJump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\nCountin G notes, I made off the Chino's\nBut this one Chino wanna play Pacino\nSo he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\nCrept up on him (CREW) caught him with the forearm\nCalled up Big Ju, M.A. nigga, the war's on\n(F**kin with this bitch dog, let me put my drawers on)\n\nBeatnuts (repeat 2X)\n\nGot my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live live and better\nCause all the shine will be mine forever\nSo it's now or never, we get down whatever\nFour-pounds and leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\nBite your face off, pull your heart out, flood it with steak sauce\nChop you up, til there's no limbs for me to break off\nKick your stupid ass it's just tragic nigga and take off\nGo kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\nAnd pay you a visit\nAnd knock your door down, strongman with the four-pound\nPut the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n(Oh) You ready for war now, lacin your hightops?\nDoma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\nNo peace, niggaz want beef, you know we love it\nChampagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\nNever seen it comin like that, you had a chance Pah\nNow you like, \"Oh shit!\" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+\n\nna Queens, where half of my crew be at\nYou didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\nIf you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\nIf you a?, fakin a movie jack?\n\nI let the mac off, finish the act with the hats on\nThe plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\nI'm back for what is rightfully mine\nI spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n\nYo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\nlike a demon spittin Hell at thirty-three and a third\nYou wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\nAnd if you do FAGGOT, better sneak up behind me\nSee that's the only way that you gon' get me\nAnd if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\nTo my double-gat niggaz who talk shit and bubble crack\nThis year, y'all niggaz gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\nSpittin like a thirty-eight caliber\nAny challenger? One stands up, get handcuffed, to the banister\nBeat down your manager, now leave with my dough\nYou can't be mad at the, hustler from the Queens borough\nIt's Big Psych', we can go at it, like a pit fit\nEverything I spit tight, go out after midnight\nLike a vampire, call me your messiah\n\"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\"\n\nWhat, who the best nigga?\nBeatnuts!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beatnuts Forever\n  artist: The Beatnuts feat. Triple Seis & Marlon 'Perro' Manson\n  album: A Musical Massacre\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Psycho Les. JuJu!\n\n  East to West, even if you wearin a vest\n  They gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\n  Look at the best, still only second or less\n  And even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\n  Bigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest\n  You know the name of my click, nigga it start wit a tres\n  dog that'll reload and bark with the best\n  Dark with a cold heart spittin darts through your flesh\n\n  You know the street code, stash the kilo\n  Jump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\n  Countin G notes, I made off the Chino's\n  But this one Chino wanna play Pacino\n  So he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\n  Crept up on him (CREW) caught him with the forearm\n  Called up Big Ju, M.A. nigga, the war's on\n  (F**kin with this bitch dog, let me put my drawers on)\n\n  Beatnuts (repeat 2X)\n\n  Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live live and better\n  Cause all the shine will be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four-pounds and leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\n  Bite your face off, pull your heart out, flood it with steak sauce\n  Chop you up, til there's no limbs for me to break off\n  Kick your stupid ass it's just tragic nigga and take off\n  Go kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\n  And pay you a visit\n  And knock your door down, strongman with the four-pound\n  Put the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n  (Oh) You ready for war now, lacin your hightops?\n  Doma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\n  No peace, niggaz want beef, you know we love it\n  Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\n  Never seen it comin like that, you had a chance Pah\n  Now you like, \"Oh shit!\" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+\n\n  na Queens, where half of my crew be at\n  You didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\n  If you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\n  If you a?, fakin a movie jack?\n\n  I let the mac off, finish the act with the hats on\n  The plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\n  I'm back for what is rightfully mine\n  I spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n\n  Yo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\n  like a demon spittin Hell at thirty-three and a third\n  You wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\n  And if you do FAGGOT, better sneak up behind me\n  See that's the only way that you gon' get me\n  And if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\n  To my double-gat niggaz who talk shit and bubble crack\n  This year, y'all niggaz gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\n  Spittin like a thirty-eight caliber\n  Any challenger? One stands up, get handcuffed, to the banister\n  Beat down your manager, now leave with my dough\n  You can't be mad at the, hustler from the Queens borough\n  It's Big Psych', we can go at it, like a pit fit\n  Everything I spit tight, go out after midnight\n  Like a vampire, call me your messiah\n  \"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\"\n\n  What, who the best nigga?\n  Beatnuts!\n"},{"id":29982856,"name":"Beatnuts Forever","trackName":"Beatnuts Forever","artistName":"The Beatnuts feat. Triple Seis and Marlon “Perro” Manson","albumName":"A Musical Massacre","duration":194.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East to West... Even if your wearing a vest\nThey're gonna find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\nLook at the best... Still only second or less\nAnd he say he even don't want to mess with me\nFigure the rest, Bigga the stress\nWhole crew avoid the rest\nYou know the name of my click nigga it start with a vest\nDoggs that will reload and bark with the best...\nDark with a cold heart spitting darts thru your flesh\nYou know the street code stash the Kilo\nJump on a speed boat, blowin weed smoke\nCouting G-Notes, I made off the Chinos\nBut there is one chino who wanna play Cachino\nSo he standin in front of me looking stupidly\nlike a moron off one","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beatnuts Forever\n  artist: The Beatnuts feat. Triple Seis and Marlon “Perro” Manson\n  album: A Musical Massacre\n  duration_ms: 194000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  East to West... Even if your wearing a vest\n  They're gonna find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\n  Look at the best... Still only second or less\n  And he say he even don't want to mess with me\n  Figure the rest, Bigga the stress\n  Whole crew avoid the rest\n  You know the name of my click nigga it start with a vest\n  Doggs that will reload and bark with the best...\n  Dark with a cold heart spitting darts thru your flesh\n  You know the street code stash the Kilo\n  Jump on a speed boat, blowin weed smoke\n  Couting G-Notes, I made off the Chinos\n  But there is one chino who wanna play Cachino\n  So he standin in front of me looking stupidly\n  like a moron off one\n"},{"id":10470520,"name":"Beatnuts Forever","trackName":"Beatnuts Forever","artistName":"The Beatnuts feat. Triple Seis and Marlon 'Perro' Manson","albumName":"A Musical Massacre","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East to West... Even if your wearing a vest\nThey're gonna find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\nLook at the best... Still only second or less\nAnd he say he even don't want to mess with me\nFigure the rest, Bigga the stress\nWhole crew avoid the rest\nYou know the name of my click nigga it start with a vest\nDoggs that will reload and bark with the best...\nDark with a cold heart spitting darts thru your flesh\nYou know the street code stash the Kilo\nJump on a speed boat, blowin weed smoke\nCouting G-Notes, I made off the Chinos\nBut there is one chino who wanna play Cachino\nSo he standin in front of me looking stupidly\nlike a moron off one","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beatnuts Forever\n  artist: The Beatnuts feat. Triple Seis and Marlon 'Perro' Manson\n  album: A Musical Massacre\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  East to West... Even if your wearing a vest\n  They're gonna find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\n  Look at the best... Still only second or less\n  And he say he even don't want to mess with me\n  Figure the rest, Bigga the stress\n  Whole crew avoid the rest\n  You know the name of my click nigga it start with a vest\n  Doggs that will reload and bark with the best...\n  Dark with a cold heart spitting darts thru your flesh\n  You know the street code stash the Kilo\n  Jump on a speed boat, blowin weed smoke\n  Couting G-Notes, I made off the Chinos\n  But there is one chino who wanna play Cachino\n  So he standin in front of me looking stupidly\n  like a moron off one\n"},{"id":27754454,"name":"Beatnuts Forever - Featuring Triple SeisMarlon Perro Manson","trackName":"Beatnuts Forever - Featuring Triple SeisMarlon Perro Manson","artistName":"The Beatnuts","albumName":"Musical Massacre","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Psycho Les. JuJu!\n\nEast to West, even if you wearin a vest\nThey gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\nLook at the best, still only second or less\nAnd even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\nBigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest\nYou know the name of my click, nigga it start wit a tres\ndog that'll reload and bark with the best\nDark with a cold heart spittin darts through your flesh\n\nYou know the street code, stash the kilo\nJump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\nCountin G notes, I made off the Chino's\nBut this one Chino wanna play Pacino\nSo he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\nCrept up on him (CREW) caught him with the forearm\nCalled up Big Ju, M.A. nigga, the war's on\n(F**kin with this bitch dog, let me put my drawers on)\n\nBeatnuts (repeat 2X)\n\nGot my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live live and better\nCause all the shine will be mine forever\nSo it's now or never, we get down whatever\nFour-pounds and leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\nBite your face off, pull your heart out, flood it with steak sauce\nChop you up, til there's no limbs for me to break off\nKick your stupid ass it's just tragic nigga and take off\nGo kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\nAnd pay you a visit\nAnd knock your door down, strongman with the four-pound\nPut the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n(Oh) You ready for war now, lacin your hightops?\nDoma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\nNo peace, niggaz want beef, you know we love it\nChampagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\nNever seen it comin like that, you had a chance Pah\nNow you like, \"Oh shit!\" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+\n\nna Queens, where half of my crew be at\nYou didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\nIf you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\nIf you a?, fakin a movie jack?\n\nI let the mac off, finish the act with the hats on\nThe plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\nI'm back for what is rightfully mine\nI spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n\nYo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\nlike a demon spittin Hell at thirty-three and a third\nYou wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\nAnd if you do FAGGOT, better sneak up behind me\nSee that's the only way that you gon' get me\nAnd if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\nTo my double-gat niggaz who talk shit and bubble crack\nThis year, y'all niggaz gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\nSpittin like a thirty-eight caliber\nAny challenger? One stands up, get handcuffed, to the banister\nBeat down your manager, now leave with my dough\nYou can't be mad at the, hustler from the Queens borough\nIt's Big Psych', we can go at it, like a pit fit\nEverything I spit tight, go out after midnight\nLike a vampire, call me your messiah\n\"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\"\n\nWhat, who the best nigga?\nBeatnuts!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beatnuts Forever - Featuring Triple SeisMarlon Perro Manson\n  artist: The Beatnuts\n  album: Musical Massacre\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Psycho Les. JuJu!\n\n  East to West, even if you wearin a vest\n  They gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\n  Look at the best, still only second or less\n  And even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\n  Bigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest\n  You know the name of my click, nigga it start wit a tres\n  dog that'll reload and bark with the best\n  Dark with a cold heart spittin darts through your flesh\n\n  You know the street code, stash the kilo\n  Jump on a speedboat, blowin weed smoke\n  Countin G notes, I made off the Chino's\n  But this one Chino wanna play Pacino\n  So he standin in front of me lookin stupid like a moron\n  Crept up on him (CREW) caught him with the forearm\n  Called up Big Ju, M.A. nigga, the war's on\n  (F**kin with this bitch dog, let me put my drawers on)\n\n  Beatnuts (repeat 2X)\n\n  Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live live and better\n  Cause all the shine will be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four-pounds and leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\n  Bite your face off, pull your heart out, flood it with steak sauce\n  Chop you up, til there's no limbs for me to break off\n  Kick your stupid ass it's just tragic nigga and take off\n  Go kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\n  And pay you a visit\n  And knock your door down, strongman with the four-pound\n  Put the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n  (Oh) You ready for war now, lacin your hightops?\n  Doma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\n  No peace, niggaz want beef, you know we love it\n  Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\n  Never seen it comin like that, you had a chance Pah\n  Now you like, \"Oh shit!\" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+\n\n  na Queens, where half of my crew be at\n  You didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat\n  If you my dog then I got you with a Scooby Snack\n  If you a?, fakin a movie jack?\n\n  I let the mac off, finish the act with the hats on\n  The plan is you vanish, like you standin on a trapdoor\n  I'm back for what is rightfully mine\n  I spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n\n  Yo it's the livest nigga you ever heard, that's my word\n  like a demon spittin Hell at thirty-three and a third\n  You wanna do it with Ju, you gotta find me\n  And if you do FAGGOT, better sneak up behind me\n  See that's the only way that you gon' get me\n  And if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\n  To my double-gat niggaz who talk shit and bubble crack\n  This year, y'all niggaz gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\n  Spittin like a thirty-eight caliber\n  Any challenger? One stands up, get handcuffed, to the banister\n  Beat down your manager, now leave with my dough\n  You can't be mad at the, hustler from the Queens borough\n  It's Big Psych', we can go at it, like a pit fit\n  Everything I spit tight, go out after midnight\n  Like a vampire, call me your messiah\n  \"To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\"\n\n  What, who the best nigga?\n  Beatnuts!\n"},{"id":31455994,"name":"Beatnuts Forever (feat. Triple Seis & Marlon 'Perro' Manson)","trackName":"Beatnuts Forever (feat. 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Lacin' your high tops\nToma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\nNo peace, niggas want beef, you know we love it\nChampagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\nNever seen it comin' like that, you had a chance, pa\nNow you like, \"Oh shit, guns on the dance floor\"\n\nCorona Queens where half of my crew be at\nYou didn't expect this booby trap 'cause I'm such a groovy cat\nIf you my dog, then I got you with a Scooby Snack\nIf you a fraud fakin' a movie Jack\n\nI let the MAC roar, finish the act with the hacksaw\nThe plan is you vanish, like you standin' on a trapdoor\nI'm back for what is rightfully mine\nI spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n\nGot my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live life and better\n'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\nSo it's now or never, we get down whatever\nFour pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\nGot my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live life and better\n'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\nSo it's now or never, we get down whatever\nFour pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\nYo it's the livest nigga you ever heard\nThat's my word like a demon spittin' hell at thirty-three and a third\nYou wanna duel with Ju, you gotta find me\nAnd if you do faggot, better sneak up behind me\nSee that's the only way that you gon' get me\nAnd if you wet me, I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\nTo my double gat niggas who talk shit and bubble crack\nThis year y'all niggas gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\nSpittin' like a .38 caliber\nAny challenger wanna stand tough, get handcuffed to the banister\nBeat down your manager for not leavin'\nMy dough, you can't be mad at her\nHustler from the Queensborough, it's Big Psych\nWe can go at it like a pit fight\nEverything I spit tight, go out after midnight\nLike a vampire, call me your messiah\nTo burn my kingdom, you must use fire\n\nWhat?\nWho the best, nigga?\nPsycho Les, Juju\nBeatnuts","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beatnuts Forever (feat. Triple Seis & Marlon 'Perro' Manson)\n  artist: The Beatnuts\n  album: Classic Nuts Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 191000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  East to West, even if you wearin' a vest\n  They gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\n  Look at the best, still only second to less\n  And even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest\n  Figure the stress, whole crew avoidin' arrest\n  You know the name of my clique nigga, it start with a 'tress\n  Dogs that'll reload and bark with the best\n  Dark with a cold heart, spittin' darts through your flesh\n\n  You know the street code stash the kilo\n  Jump on a speedboat, blowin' weed smoke\n  Countin' G-notes I made off the chinos\n  But this one chino wanna play cochino\n  So he standin' in front of me lookin' stupid like a moron\n  Hooked off on him, caught him with the forearm\n  Called up Big Ju, M.A. nigga the war's on\n\n  Oh, but this dick dawg made me put my drawers on\n\n  Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live life and better\n  'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n  Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live life and better\n  'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\n  I'll bite your face off, pull your\n  Heart out, flood it with steak sauce\n  Chop you up 'til there's no limbs for me to break off\n  Kick your stupid ass 'cause you tried to nigga, take off\n  Go kill everybody at work and take the day off\n\n  And pay you a visit, knock your door\n  Down, skull man with the four pound\n  Put the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n  Oh, you ready for war now? Lacin' your high tops\n  Toma, one in the head, now who's the cyclops?\n\n  No peace, niggas want beef, you know we love it\n  Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\n  Never seen it comin' like that, you had a chance, pa\n  Now you like, \"Oh shit, guns on the dance floor\"\n\n  Corona Queens where half of my crew be at\n  You didn't expect this booby trap 'cause I'm such a groovy cat\n  If you my dog, then I got you with a Scooby Snack\n  If you a fraud fakin' a movie Jack\n\n  I let the MAC roar, finish the act with the hacksaw\n  The plan is you vanish, like you standin' on a trapdoor\n  I'm back for what is rightfully mine\n  I spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n\n  Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live life and better\n  'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n  Got my eyes on cheddar, as I strive to live life and better\n  'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\n  Yo it's the livest nigga you ever heard\n  That's my word like a demon spittin' hell at thirty-three and a third\n  You wanna duel with Ju, you gotta find me\n  And if you do faggot, better sneak up behind me\n  See that's the only way that you gon' get me\n  And if you wet me, I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\n  To my double gat niggas who talk shit and bubble crack\n  This year y'all niggas gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\n  Spittin' like a .38 caliber\n  Any challenger wanna stand tough, get handcuffed to the banister\n  Beat down your manager for not leavin'\n  My dough, you can't be mad at her\n  Hustler from the Queensborough, it's Big Psych\n  We can go at it like a pit fight\n  Everything I spit tight, go out after midnight\n  Like a vampire, call me your messiah\n  To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\n\n  What?\n  Who the best, nigga?\n  Psycho Les, Juju\n  Beatnuts\n"},{"id":24951092,"name":"Beatnuts Forever feat. Triple Seis & Marlon “Perro” Manson","trackName":"Beatnuts Forever feat. Triple Seis & Marlon “Perro” Manson","artistName":"The Beatnuts","albumName":"A Musical Massacre","duration":194.706667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You're the best there is\nPsycho Les\nYou're the best there is\nJuju\n\nEast to West, even if you wearing a vest\nThey gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\nLook at the best, still only second to Les\nAnd even he said he don't want it with me\nFigure the rest, bigger distress\nWhole crew avoiding arrest\nYou know the name of my clique, nigga, it start with a tres\nDogs that'll reload and bark with the best\nDark with a cold heart spittin' darts through your flesh\n\nYou know the street code, stash the kilo\nJump on a speedboat, blowin' weed smoke\nCountin' G-notes I made off the chinos\nBut this one chino wanna play cochino\nSo he's standing in front of me looking stupid like a moron\nHooked off one, who? Caught him with the four-oh\nCalled up Big Ju, M.A., nigga, the war's on\n(What's up with this dick, dog? Let me pull my drawers on)\n\nGot my eyes on cheddar as I strive to live life and better\n'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\nSo it's now or never, we get down whatever\nFour pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\nGot my eyes on cheddar as I strive to live life and better\n'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\nSo it's now or never, we get down whatever\nFour pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\nI'll bite your face off, pull your\nHeart out, flood it with steak sauce\nChop you up 'til there's no limbs for me to break off\nKick your stupid ass in the trap, nigga, then take off\nGo kill everybody at work and take the day off\nAnd pay your visit, knock your door\nDown, stone man with the four pound\nPut the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\nOh, you ready for war now? Lacing your hi-tops\nChk-chk, come on, one in the head, now who's a cyclops?\nNo peace, niggas want beef, you know we love it\nChampagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\nNever seen it comin' like that, you had a chance, pah\nNow you like, oh shit, guns on the dance floor\nCorona, Queens, where half of my crew be at\nYou didn't expect this booby trap 'cause I'm such a groovy cat\nIf you my dog, then I got you with a Scooby Snack\nIf you a four-fick in the movie, Jack\nI'll let the MAC roar, finish the act with the hacksaw\nThe plan is you vanish like you standing on a trap door\nI'm back for what is rightfully mine\nI spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n\nGot my eyes on cheddar as I strive to live life and better\n'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\nSo it's now or never, we get down whatever\nFour pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\nGot my eyes on cheddar as I strive to live life and better\n'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\nSo it's now or never, we get down whatever\nFour pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\nYo, it's the livest nigga you ever heard\nThat's my word like a demon spittin' hell at thirty-three and a third\nYou wanna duel with Ju, you gotta find me\nAnd if you do, faggot, better sneak up behind me\nSee, that's the only way that you gon' get me\nAnd if you wet me, I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\nTo my double gat niggas who talk shit and bubble crack\nThis year, y'all niggas gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\nSpittin' like a .38 caliber\nAny challenger wanna stand tough, get handcuffed to the banister\nBeat down your manager for not leaving\nMy dough, you can't be mad at the\nHustler from the Queens borough, it's Big Psych\nWe can go at it like a pit fight\nEverything I spit tight, go out after midnight\nLike a vampire, call me your messiah\nTo burn my kingdom, you must use fire\n\nWhat? Who the best, nigga?\nYou're the best there is\nPsycho Les\nYou're the best there is\nJuju\nBeatnuts","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beatnuts Forever feat. Triple Seis & Marlon “Perro” Manson\n  artist: The Beatnuts\n  album: A Musical Massacre\n  duration_ms: 194707\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You're the best there is\n  Psycho Les\n  You're the best there is\n  Juju\n\n  East to West, even if you wearing a vest\n  They gon' find you with a crowbar dug in your chest\n  Look at the best, still only second to Les\n  And even he said he don't want it with me\n  Figure the rest, bigger distress\n  Whole crew avoiding arrest\n  You know the name of my clique, nigga, it start with a tres\n  Dogs that'll reload and bark with the best\n  Dark with a cold heart spittin' darts through your flesh\n\n  You know the street code, stash the kilo\n  Jump on a speedboat, blowin' weed smoke\n  Countin' G-notes I made off the chinos\n  But this one chino wanna play cochino\n  So he's standing in front of me looking stupid like a moron\n  Hooked off one, who? Caught him with the four-oh\n  Called up Big Ju, M.A., nigga, the war's on\n  (What's up with this dick, dog? Let me pull my drawers on)\n\n  Got my eyes on cheddar as I strive to live life and better\n  'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n  Got my eyes on cheddar as I strive to live life and better\n  'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\n  I'll bite your face off, pull your\n  Heart out, flood it with steak sauce\n  Chop you up 'til there's no limbs for me to break off\n  Kick your stupid ass in the trap, nigga, then take off\n  Go kill everybody at work and take the day off\n  And pay your visit, knock your door\n  Down, stone man with the four pound\n  Put the joint in your mouth and push your jaw down\n  Oh, you ready for war now? Lacing your hi-tops\n  Chk-chk, come on, one in the head, now who's a cyclops?\n  No peace, niggas want beef, you know we love it\n  Champagne under the arm, gun in the bucket\n  Never seen it comin' like that, you had a chance, pah\n  Now you like, oh shit, guns on the dance floor\n  Corona, Queens, where half of my crew be at\n  You didn't expect this booby trap 'cause I'm such a groovy cat\n  If you my dog, then I got you with a Scooby Snack\n  If you a four-fick in the movie, Jack\n  I'll let the MAC roar, finish the act with the hacksaw\n  The plan is you vanish like you standing on a trap door\n  I'm back for what is rightfully mine\n  I spitefully rhyme, every word a trifle design\n\n  Got my eyes on cheddar as I strive to live life and better\n  'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n  Got my eyes on cheddar as I strive to live life and better\n  'Cause all this shine won't be mine forever\n  So it's now or never, we get down whatever\n  Four pounds of leather, Beatnuts'll let off rounds forever\n\n  Yo, it's the livest nigga you ever heard\n  That's my word like a demon spittin' hell at thirty-three and a third\n  You wanna duel with Ju, you gotta find me\n  And if you do, faggot, better sneak up behind me\n  See, that's the only way that you gon' get me\n  And if you wet me, I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me\n  To my double gat niggas who talk shit and bubble crack\n  This year, y'all niggas gon' hear me on a couple tracks\n\n  Spittin' like a .38 caliber\n  Any challenger wanna stand tough, get handcuffed to the banister\n  Beat down your manager for not leaving\n  My dough, you can't be mad at the\n  Hustler from the Queens borough, it's Big Psych\n  We can go at it like a pit fight\n  Everything I spit tight, go out after midnight\n  Like a vampire, call me your messiah\n  To burn my kingdom, you must use fire\n\n  What? Who the best, nigga?\n  You're the best there is\n  Psycho Les\n  You're the best there is\n  Juju\n  Beatnuts\n"}]