| Song | Find That |
| Artist | The Beatnuts |
| Album | Stone Crazy |
| 作词 : Fernandez, Tineo | |
| Psycho les： | |
| Step in my pride again balloons you're swallowin' | |
| Importin' it transportin' it | |
| Through metal detectors no one's followin' | |
| Coast is clear from the east coast to south america, medellin | |
| Known for doin dirt but my tracks clean | |
| As i whistle you get hit by a missle | |
| While you're eatin' dinner tryin' to reach for your pistol | |
| You's a beginner, at this | |
| You need practice | |
| My label put doe on the table | |
| For me to whack kids | |
| I whack 'em body bag 'em trunk 'em | |
| Daily routine my product bring new fiends | |
| From new areas my tunes start spreadin' like bacterias | |
| Yo fuck rubber glovin' it my peeps is lovin' it | |
| Niggas is tapin' it uh dubbin' it | |
| I give it to you raw out the speaker | |
| While you indoors like a fuckin' house keeper | |
| Dustin' i be outdoors hustlin' | |
| Track gamblin' scrabbalin' my doses like eggs | |
| Niggas don't pay (what you do?) i brake legs | |
| Snap necks shoot off techs do like the irs | |
| And reposes your fuckin' lex | |
| Talking: | |
| Yo where the fuck my car? (ah man you don't understand) | |
| What?! (t.n.t. rolled up) what? aahhh i'm out. | |
| Juju: | |
| Undoubtedly techniques shine through let it be known | |
| Mics torchin' mc's who intersect my zone | |
| It's the beer drinkin' cuban linkin' money thinker | |
| Lethal joy ride homicide body sticker | |
| Muder when i slip into hysteria mode | |
| As i rise to terrorize every area code | |
| Junkyard like a crook in the night | |
| I want mines i take mines dressed in black holdin' the mic | |
| Now give me my loot and no stories | |
| Excuses just bore me so nigga don't try to reassure me | |
| Here's the plan you need to have my money on hand | |
| If you don't then you gon die where you stand | |
| Surprise i'm never lettin' shit slide by | |
| Nigga either you gon come correct or you die | |
| So if you owe me money better find that shit | |
| Cause nigga will die quick behind that shit | |
| Hook: | |
| If you owe me money better find that shit | |
| Cause niggas will die quick behind that shit | |
| Juju: | |
| It's the hard little pistol packin' | |
| Money stackin' super down low never know | |
| Honey mackin' | |
| Scared, never catchin' cases yo whatever | |
| Cleverly we keepin' the block sewn together | |
| React like a cat always elude danger | |
| Cause i ain't never sold no drugs to no stranger | |
| The rearranger of beats and baselines | |
| It's hardcore keepin' it raw e'ry time | |
| Psycho les: | |
| Nypd lookin' for me knockin' at 1g | |
| Nobody home ask my neighbor nobody know | |
| Where i'm at where i be what i'm doin' | |
| How i'm livin' limo drivin' women screwin' | |
| Up my stack comin' short i ain't havin' it | |
| See that fat link on your neck? i'm grabbin' it | |
| The clocks tickin' and i'm a time that shit | |
| You got 24 hours to find that shit | |
| If you owe money better find that shit | |
| Cause bitches is dyin' too behind that shit | |
| Hook |
| zuò cí : Fernandez, Tineo | |
| Psycho les: | |
| Step in my pride again balloons you' re swallowin' | |
| Importin' it transportin' it | |
| Through metal detectors no one' s followin' | |
| Coast is clear from the east coast to south america, medellin | |
| Known for doin dirt but my tracks clean | |
| As i whistle you get hit by a missle | |
| While you' re eatin' dinner tryin' to reach for your pistol | |
| You' s a beginner, at this | |
| You need practice | |
| My label put doe on the table | |
| For me to whack kids | |
| I whack ' em body bag ' em trunk ' em | |
| Daily routine my product bring new fiends | |
| From new areas my tunes start spreadin' like bacterias | |
| Yo fuck rubber glovin' it my peeps is lovin' it | |
| Niggas is tapin' it uh dubbin' it | |
| I give it to you raw out the speaker | |
| While you indoors like a fuckin' house keeper | |
| Dustin' i be outdoors hustlin' | |
| Track gamblin' scrabbalin' my doses like eggs | |
| Niggas don' t pay what you do? i brake legs | |
| Snap necks shoot off techs do like the irs | |
| And reposes your fuckin' lex | |
| Talking: | |
| Yo where the fuck my car? ah man you don' t understand | |
| What?! t. n. t. rolled up what? aahhh i' m out. | |
| Juju: | |
| Undoubtedly techniques shine through let it be known | |
| Mics torchin' mc' s who intersect my zone | |
| It' s the beer drinkin' cuban linkin' money thinker | |
| Lethal joy ride homicide body sticker | |
| Muder when i slip into hysteria mode | |
| As i rise to terrorize every area code | |
| Junkyard like a crook in the night | |
| I want mines i take mines dressed in black holdin' the mic | |
| Now give me my loot and no stories | |
| Excuses just bore me so nigga don' t try to reassure me | |
| Here' s the plan you need to have my money on hand | |
| If you don' t then you gon die where you stand | |
| Surprise i' m never lettin' shit slide by | |
| Nigga either you gon come correct or you die | |
| So if you owe me money better find that shit | |
| Cause nigga will die quick behind that shit | |
| Hook: | |
| If you owe me money better find that shit | |
| Cause niggas will die quick behind that shit | |
| Juju: | |
| It' s the hard little pistol packin' | |
| Money stackin' super down low never know | |
| Honey mackin' | |
| Scared, never catchin' cases yo whatever | |
| Cleverly we keepin' the block sewn together | |
| React like a cat always elude danger | |
| Cause i ain' t never sold no drugs to no stranger | |
| The rearranger of beats and baselines | |
| It' s hardcore keepin' it raw e' ry time | |
| Psycho les: | |
| Nypd lookin' for me knockin' at 1g | |
| Nobody home ask my neighbor nobody know | |
| Where i' m at where i be what i' m doin' | |
| How i' m livin' limo drivin' women screwin' | |
| Up my stack comin' short i ain' t havin' it | |
| See that fat link on your neck? i' m grabbin' it | |
| The clocks tickin' and i' m a time that shit | |
| You got 24 hours to find that shit | |
| If you owe money better find that shit | |
| Cause bitches is dyin' too behind that shit | |
| Hook |