Se Acabo (feat. Method Man) [Remix]

Beatnuts, Mista Mef

You know how we do

(Se Acabo)

Free drinks on the house, word

Everybody drinking tonight

Por ahi viene el perro, por ahi viene

Somebody get it right

Cae la gorda por

Yo, check it out

Swing a bat on you like the Devil himself

Put it on us, sickness or health

Making you could only breathe with help

I ain't playing, you don't wanna hear what you saying yourself

Hit the street with incredible beats, we renowned for tearing 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

**** get lost in the buildings with money and the children

Not the type to talk too much and catch feeling

Dominican flag over the bed on the ceiling

Protect everything I rep, that's the first thing

Many things follow, bullet stay hollow

You acting like if we don't chew, you can't swallow

**** try to change my plans, I'ma beat you 'til I break my hands

Ju the German, every place I stand (Se Acabo)

All day, every day (Se Acabo) motherfuckers! (Uh, uh)

Step up front! What's going on? (Yeah, yeah)

Ayo, 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 climbing a tree

Just another crime in the street

Ain't nothin' better than finding 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

"It's a Beatnuts thing, yo, you know how that go" (Se Acabo)

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 machete

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 ever ready

Now what's fucking with 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 with the toaster

Keep it in the holster on safety

Put yourself in timeout, playing with this dough, let me find out

You ain't hard to find though, barrel on your tonsils

Sigan hablando y sigan mamando (Se Acabo)

(Se Acabo)

All day, every day (Se Acabo), no doubt

What the fuck's going on? Worldwide! (Se Acabo)

(Beatnuts) write your own rhymes (Se Acabo)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Se Acabo)

All you punk **** walk it off (Se Acabo)

Word up?

We ain't playing over here, nah mean? (Se Acabo)

I have drinked enough booze

To tell me I could use a big stiff dick right now

Goddamn baby, you just met me

Let's get to know each other more