Beatnuts

Originaires de New York, c'est en 1989, que les deux rappeurs Junkyard Ju-Ju et Psycho Les, forment le posse The Beatnuts, rejoints peu de temps après, par Fashion, qui vient compléter la formation en 90. Après avoir travaillé avec des groupes, comme The Jungle Brothers, Cypress Hill, et Naughty By Nature, le trio se tourne vers la production, et collabore avec Monie Love sur Pups Lickin Bone, extrait de son premier album Down To Earth. En 93, The Beatnuts décroche son propre contrat chez Combat Records, et enregistre son premier mini album Intoxicated Demons. L'enregistrement de ce dernier est subitement interrompu, avec l'arrestation de Fashion, qui passe plus de six mois derrière les barreaux. L'année suivante, le groupe reprend le chemin des studios, et enregistre un second opus The Beatnuts: Street Level. En 95, Fashion décide de quitter le groupe, et entame une carrière solo avec God Connections. Le groupe, réduit au duo, enregistre alors, un troisième opus Stone Crazy, en 97, suivi de Musical Massacre en 99. Deux albums sortent en 2002: Classic Nuts Vol.1 et The Originators. En 2004 sort un nouvel opus intitulé Milk Me...

Sortie le : 20 Avril 1993
Morceau :
1. World's Famous Intro
2. World's Famous
3. Engineer Talking
4. Psycho Dwarf
5. On The 1+2
6. No Equal
7. Reign Of The Tec
8. Quality & The Bushmen Off The Top
9. Third Of The Trio
10. Phone Call
11. Story

Sortie le : 21 Juin 1994
Morceau :
1. Intro
2. Ya Don't Stop
3. Props Over Here
4. Hellraiser
5. Are You Ready
6. Superbad
7. Straight Jacket
8. Let Off A Couple
9. Rik's Joint
10. Fried Chicken
11. Yeah You Get Props
12. Get Funky
13. Hit Me With That
14. 2-3 Break
15. Lick The P*ssy
16. Sandwiches
17. Psycho Dwarf

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• Titre : Watch Out Now
• Album : A Musical Massacre
• Année : 1999

Paroles :

(feat. Yellaklaw)

"Watch out now!"

Yea, yea.. uh-uh!
Mm-mmm!
Get money, get money!
(Get, get money, get money)
(Get, get money, get money) Uh-uh!
(Get) GET MONEY, GET MONEY (get that money)
(Get) GET MONEY, GET MONEY
Yeah, GET MONEY, GET MONEY .. "Listen to the first verse"

"Watch out now!"

[Psycho Les]
Aiyyo my song's on, I gotta get my grub on some to-to
(I love to-to) Order three buckets of Mo'-Mo'
We gettin more dough, off the books (you gettin gelly)
Pullin more hoes off the looks (you gettin gelly)
You wan' hate me? Cause your wifey, wants a autograph?
From the look in her eyes, I can see she wants more than that
When I see fat asses I make fat passes like quarterback
Beatnuts is ALLA THAT, your shit, ALL THE WACK
Open can-dela, if you foolin wit mah cheddah
Hardrock, ever since, junior high suela
Fly fella, takin my beats, to make your crowd get up
I'm fed up, niggaz wanna bring it -- WHATEVER!
I'ma storm your pa-rade (pa-rade) blow your legs off
with a gre-nade, now you flappin, like a mermaid
Yappin off, bitch you cough at the lips
while I'm at the bar, baggin, the bartender tips
Then I bag this chick, with a, "Hi," and the eye
She did the butterfly, rubbin her ass, against my buttonfly
I could ALREADY imagine my shit stuck inside
Everytime I strike, haters be like, "Dat fucking guy!"

[Chorus: Beatnuts + Yellaklaw]

How's that yo? It's hard for you to swallow
It don't take much for us to let the metal holla
Lead's bustin out of a old black Impala
Thug nigga only fuck wit, muchacha malla
Big Ju, dime lo conllo, how we do?, how we do? (How we do)
(How the girl don't only love me, they love you!)
Whatchu gonna do? (What, what, what?)
Nigga whatchu gonna do? (What, yo)

[JuJu]
Here's to my pollyin niggaz who campaign
To the killers who be lovin the chicas and champagne
Thugs who get wild in the club and snatch chains
Players who be pimpin the hoes with no brains
Front watch a nigga get shot from close range
The most range, crazy motherfucker won't change
Beatnuts, forever diehard, you want pain?
Cause you walkin outta here breathin is insane
Flip a beat fast, you leave the club with a heat rash
You got a weak stash, came in the club with a free pass
I ain't even know they made a Roley for your cheap ass
Makin me laugh, you was in jail wearin kneepads
Now the beef has, gotten over your head
It's over you dead, Ranger Rover, both of your legs
til both of us said, platinum gettin took this year
Cause for real, there ain't nothin but crooks in here, nigga

[Chorus: Beatnuts last line "Whatcha gon' do when Beatnuts come through baby!"]

[Beatnuts]
(Get money, get money) Psycho Les
(Get money, get money) Big Ju
(Get money, get money) Beatnuts
(Get money, get money)
(Get money, get money)
(Get money, get money) Throw your hands up, throw your hands up
(Get money, get money) Throw your hands up, throw your hands up..

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• Titre : Se Acabo feat. Method Man
• Année : 2008

Paroles :

(feat. Method Man)

[Method Man]
Beatnuts, Mista Mef, you know how we do

"Se Acabo"

[Ju Ju]
Free drinks on the house, word
Everybody drinkin tonight
(WHAT DA DEALLY?)
Por ahi viene el perro, por ahi viene
Cae la gorda por...
Yo check it out
Swing a bat on you like the devil himself
Put it on us, sickness or health
Makin you could only breathe wit help
I ain't playin, you don't wanna hear what you sayin yourself
Hit the street wit incredible beats
We reknowned for tearin it down
Never have you heard a similar sound
Like a drop off when shit pop off, feel a hot one
Side scorching from a hot gun
Niggas get lost in the buildings wit money and the children
Not the type to talk too much and catch feelin
Dominican flag over the bed on the ceiling
Protect everything I rep, that's the first thing
Many things follow, bullet stay hollow
You actin like we don't chew, you can't swallow
Niggas try to change my plans, I'ma beat you till I break my hands
Ju the German every place I stand ("Se Acabo")

[Method Man]
All day everyday ("Se Acabo") mothafuckers!
Step up front! What's goin on?

[Psycho Les]
Aiyyo it's Big Psych, baby you don't want no problems
Suckers want war, then yo bomb em
Bring the heat, squeeze the flame torch
Then peel out in a convertible gray Porsche
I'm three miles ahead of you, I took the plates off
Just in case your snitch wanna get paid off
Pull out the chainsaw, it's A Musical Massacre
Cut the head off the driver and the passenger
Sic my dogs after ya, have you climbin a tree
Just another crime in the street
Ain't nuttin better than findin a beat
So if you find that and try to blow my spot up
("You!") Get shot up "Se Acabo"
Means "It's Over" bro, Method Man on the remix, it's over yo
"Se Acabo" Beatnuts flip the beat, it's over yo

[O.C.] "It's a Beatnuts thing, yo you know how that go"

[Method Man]
What kind of Beatnut am I? Spanish Fly, P-O-P-P-I
(Who got the live special guest for the night?)
Excuse me as I kiss the sky
Yo one on one through the nasal
To put food on the table, I Rush Associated Labels
Huh, ready, willing and able to rock cradle
And rock steady, when I get the drop I drop heavy
Twist the metal, mask the machette
The god don't want beef, he want veggie
Plus signs over Deadly Medley
Who got em gassed on his own Getty
Battery back, he Eveready
Now what's fuckin wit that ha?
Not you, you chocha
I fuck wit Beatnuts, Livin La Vida Loca!
Callate la boca, see the Spanish Fly on the sofa
One word, he slap you wit the toaster
Keep it in the holster on safety
Put yourself in timeout, playin wit this dough, let me find out
You ain't hard to find though, barrel on your tonsils
Sigan hablando y siga mamando
"Se Acabo" "Se Acabo"
All day everyday "Se Acabo" No doubt
What the fuck's goin on? Worldwide!
(Beatnuts)Write your own rhymes "Se Acabo"
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah "Se Acabo"
All you punk niggas walk it off, "Se Acabo" wordup
We ain't playin over here yamean "Se Acabo