Peace Akki

In the name of Allah.. Al' Tariq..

(?) abdullah.. God Connect y'all..

[Al' Tariq]

What? Uhh, this how you do (this how you do)

This how you do it (this how you do it nigga)

This how you do it, uhh, uhh

Like Mike Jordan on this one (like this, it be fat)

Like Mike Jordan on this one (comin at'cha, we comin at'cha)

Like Mike Jordan on this one

Like Mike J, nigga take it away

[Psycho Les]

Straight out the ruggedest streets

we bless you with the ruggedest beats

To bang speakers through the metro got you petrol

Once my tec blow, hollows at yo' project-o

Your heartbeat, go from (?) garden, to techno music

Especially the old loud music

Chop it and make hits and bounce

Itto ghetto way Buick with a forty ounce, between the laps

Makin cream off raps, we display, con dis way

[Al' Tariq]

I bust these chickens like they clips, live fat as Jimmy Walker

The stalker, speak this new talker native New Yorker

Straight out the Q-Boro, my shit thorough

Like ki's of uncut, raw nut up in yo' gut

Say what, say what, say WHAT? My blue steel lethal

plus my peoples, rollin two deep, there ain't no equal

Ain't no sequel to this horrifyin, stars are dyin

I peeped you in that show nigga so stop your lyin

[Chorus]

You're frontin (you ain't sayin nuttin)

"Yo we steady hittin home runs kid while you be buntin"

WHO WE? THE BEATNUTS, puffin lah lah, got this game on lock

Competition HA HAH.. ("ha ha, ha ha, ha ha..")

World Famous on that ass.. WHO WE? BEATNUTS

Puffin lah lah, got this game on lock

Competition, look, look

[Al' Tariq]

I'm cold blooded as a, matter, of fact we shackin

with the slack, and pumpin them kids that live in Staten

Combatin, these individ's, that burn they bridges

Come on our street, and we greet you with the feet nigga

[Psycho Les]

All these wannabe drug dealer rappers, come on

who steps in my zone and get clapped like a pawn

Run up, and run you, off the avenue

Once you crash I'ma tackle you.. (what?)

Empty out your pock's, out to get my fat knots

like a gas attendant, makin, presidentes

(Presidentes.. dead presidentes.. presidentes..)

[Al' Tariq]

Aiyyo reality's really the individual's mentality

Some seek eternal life, while others seek fatality

It's sad to see young niggaz born to die tragically

New York got a nigga fucked up, and livin savagely

I'd rather be buildin cause ignorance is like drilled in

Niggaz'll feed they ego but they won't feed they children

But still then, you see 'em in the club

Moet'n and forgettin it, actin like Allah ain't sweatin it

[Chorus]

[Al' Tariq]

Look, look - was the above par, at the Shark Bar, like an all-star

And laughin, cause all of these chicks thinkin I'm Fashion

They out of focus, smokin jokers

Won't see the raw 'til the deal lest I peel out with the steel

Cause - [singing] - I see the sucker MC fall

and the beauty of it all, when the 'Nuts come shinin through.. yeah

Yo peep the presentation, we dealin with innovation

Junkyard shit stay up in heavy rotation

Intimidation, seem to be yo' key factor

I'm pushin all that shit back PUNK, like a tractor

[ad libbing as the song fades]