Supa Supreme Lyrics by Beatnuts, The

Supa Supreme Lyrics

    Intro:
    Meanwhile in the control room at the back of the theater...

    These brats swam, i knew they would
    Your plan is working master.
    Of course!

    (knocking) who is it?
    Special delievery.
    Who? who is it?
    It's a special delivery.
    Who is it. (fuck it)
    Ups open up.

    Psycho les:
    I just got this product transported for essay, gea, connect to say who ?
    Kid coming at your speakers, is the same kid that be like (puuut puuut
    Puuut) coming in chicas
    Keep shakin' that ass like a horny egyptian, as we proceed to rip shit
    Baby, i be s-t-o-n-e crazy, red mercury blow your spot up
    I keep one eye on snakes the other on jakes
    3rd eye on my money with no time to take a break
    They only break i make is when i gab the breed and jump in the get-away
    (it's got to be now) but for now is the only way
    Pop my cd in your sony play, twist a fatty, kick back
    And enjoy what i got to say, cause this type of shit your don't hear
    Everyday

    Juju:
    Big ju, rugged and rawnchy, never nonchalantly
    And huant me to live in this world that don't want me
    A fowl nigga maybe the fowlest you'll ever encounter
    Murder for the smallest amount, money to count
    Cuban cable givin' cash around the table
    My record label watchin' the sons steady and stable
    Bit my shit, but you wack and wasn't able
    Silence, we bringin' the violence from the cradle
    Fatal when i see a bitch nigga and face, you like a foreigner frontin' in a
    Dangerous place
    You in corona, stone city and babalona
    Dominicians got a tight grip isatona

    Pyscho les:
    Catch me in corona, on a corner, hotter than daytona
    Sippin' arizona, power moves on a celly phona
    Touch tone flip, 9-11, the click, we connect like internet
    Cash checks, blast techs, that burn holes to lest bet, faggots
    Get they ass ripped, that quick, trying to play me like a camel
    Fuckin' with my moola, telling me to change my formula
    Alcohol and lye be the perfect combination, my organization move the nation
    Like automation, with no hesitation, no doubt son (naw mean?)
    It's off the books (it's off the books baby) it's off the books this year
    Baby

    Hook:
    Beatnuts, supa supreme team from queens
    Grand imperial and misters say "whoyounawmean?" (x4)

    Outro:
    3 c-f mafia. corona killers. gray cisco. profile baby

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