Supa Supreme Lyrics - Beatnuts

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