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No Escapin This Lyrics - Singles - Beatnuts

Oh, oh, oh, 2 G's mother, uh 

The Beatnuts y'all, uh 

Uh, oh! Juju, Psycho Les, uh, oh 

Turn it out oh, oh my god oh 

Oh, oh, it's the hardcore b-boy shit 

Hard to the core motherfucker, no shit 

 

Ayo the Nuts landed, so back it up 

Pass the mic to big Psych, the manufacturer 

The architect, bringing you the art of wreck 

You used to hate my click, now you want a part of it 

 

We coming with more hits that funk like Parliament 

Comparing me to another's going to lead to an argument 

The heat we fry you with, straight from the armory 

Guerilla army, we kill tracks and harmonies 

 

My Nut orchestra blowing fuses 

Your amp can't hold this music, it's booming 

I'm in my truck cruising, 97 tuned in 

The latest news is the Nuts new album is ruling 

 

Y'all vs. the Nuts, you have a big chance of losing 

(There's no escaping this) 

Or confronting the union 

So stop fooling yourself and feel these Nuts 

'Cause 

(No one's ready to deal with us) 

What? 

 

(No escaping this) 

(No escaping this) 

(No escaping this) 

No one's ready to deal with us 

 

Don't be humble, it's better to pull 

Believe you eligible, get left like a vegetable 

Man it's crazy and there's no escape 

It's turned into a police state 

 

The average cat don't even know his fate 

Walking round like he hurting something 

And there's nothing that he got to say 

That's even worth discussing 

 

Listen to me, it's better to be 

Lying dead with honor 

Soldier, than to never be free 

Young niggas out here losing they dads 

In the battle of the son of the fags 

 

Every other country burning the flag 

Don't let history repeat itself 

That's how the devil plan to 

Keep his wealth and feed himself 

 

I'm the New York power hitter 

Hit the devil in the fucking shitter 

Take his manhood and all his glitter 

Got guns ready to bust 

No one's ready to deal with us 

 

(No escaping this, no escaping this) 

(No escaping this, no escaping this) 

(No escaping this, no escaping this) 

(No escaping this 

No one's ready to deal with us 

 

Can't get away, there's no escaping this 

Surrender now, come out with your hands in the air 

 

Oh, no, turn it out oh 

Oh my God oh, turn it out oh 

Oh my God oh, turn it out oh 

Oh my God oh, turn it out oh 

Oh my God oh, turn it out oh 

 

Juju, rockin' on, rockin' on 

Psycho Les, rockin' on, rockin' on 

Psycho Les, rockin' on, rockin' on 

Psycho Les, rockin' on, rockin' on 

Psycho Les, rockin' on, rockin' on 

 

Corona in the house, throw your hands up 

Corona in the house, throw your hands up 

Corona in the house, throw your hands up 

Corona in the house, throw your hands up 

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Copyright: The Clyde Otis Music Group