Cuban Link - Slam Pit lyrics

Marlon: "Yo it's, yo B" ("Chill chill Marlon, chill") Marlon: "Nah, yo, it's...I don't know this n***a B" ("Chill Marlon") Marlon: "Why yo yo, put that down B, I don't know you son! I DON'T KNOW YOU SON! HOLD UP HOLD UP!" *gunshots and screams* "I Links with the Cuban" "I'm hard to k**, for real n***a, guard your grill" [Cuban Link] [Cuban Link] Yo flipmode is how this n***a roll Finger on the trigger low Quick to lick a shot for that bigger pot of gold Lock and load, my heavy metal rock and rolls If you gotta go, you gotta go That's part of the show My heart is cold like Antarctica, nailin n***as like carpenters Stalkin the hardest squadrons Spark them from New York to Arkansas Watchin the projects how I got my logic Economics is pickin pockets then we split the profit The only sh** I pop is when my Glock spit Watch for the cops since we spark the chocolate Cuz the blocks are hotter than the f**in tropics In topless bars, college girls with no bras My whole squad got bl**jobs smokin Godfather cigars Live large like Scarface Parlay in a far place No car chasin, she's watchin all the stars in space Safe in sound in my playground with my trey-pound Got eighty rounds just in case clowns wanna play around I lay it down for them non-believers Them non-achievein n***as that wanna be leaders but can never beat us Ya'll better greet us if you ever see us TS, Beatnuts, knuckle up but grab your mothaf**in heaters, word up "Slammin MC's on cement" [Nas] "The Beats and Nuts" "Got you froze like gunpoint" [Psycho Les] "It's the hard little pistol packin" [JuJu] [JuJu] It's the control freak, leave you wit a hole in your cheek Worst attitude in rap, Ju stay on the streets I gotta eat, the only thing I'm playin is keeps You beats cost a lot of money but they sound real cheap You sound weak, anemic like you get no sleep f**in with me, you outta your mind, get outta your jeep! Know I'm gonna beat you till the police come And tell n***as who the f** I got that Rollie from (The Beats) [Psycho Les] Jump in the Pit Beatnuts f**in up sh** Ju hold my gun and the clip As I smoke one and spit Ammo over the piano For a man's show, you don't understand bro! You do, don't make me laugh at your a** Cuz you don't even know the HALF of the HALF! When I crash on the scene You know it's me and a bunch of crazy cats outta Queens So hide your shine, hold your b**h and stop smiling Beatnuts will never stop wildin Pit Fighting and rockwilding! "Common Sense gonna tell ya!" [Common] Picture a king Wit heater, holy book, and big rings Real n***as doin big things Interpreting dreams off of Jim Beam Ain't sh** Sweet but Sixteens My gods got the block sewn to the inseem I'm on the other side tryin to get green So I fast at gra** and a** at least a day War with self I battle the Middle Eastern way Bring heat like the months that's east of May Casted in the role and saw a new school n***a that knows the old G memory I hold the scroll, my flow is a Road Less Travelled, you rock but been through less gravel My mystique suggest battle, and what have you Rip a n***a from New York to west coast, Chicago Don't give a f** where he from He'll get beat like a drum Till this rap goes numb, seekin the hot producer for circu-lation I strangled his string music and suffocate his drum Wanted to be a star until I seen I was the sun Got my weight up like Pun Improvise to get a**, emphasize to get past f** a mic check, I bring my flow in cash "Slammin MC's on cement"