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Confused Rappers

Rahzel, The Beatnuts
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Yeah, you like this one? You like this one right here? You don't like this one? Oh, skip, skip this one So the next one break it down Which one, the one with the horns? Yo, yo, okay A lot of these rappers is confused I play 'em mad heat and they don't know what to choose It's like I gotta write a rhyme and a hook for 'em And if they owe me money I go and look for 'em Why they call me if they on some crunky shit? All I have is that funky donkey shit Every beat's a street anthem To make you go and stick someone up And tell 'em put your hands up Freeze (Freeze), nobody move And this here sounds like nobody's groove Original, straight from the studio 'Cause I ain't tryna sound like the next estรบpido You know who to call when you need that heat, huh? Big Syke, 1-800-EAT-NUTS Beats, I flip 'em, I chop 'em Next time a trash master bites it's gonna be a problem It's the Beatnuts Don't, don't get it confused Don't get it confused It's the Beatnuts Don't, don't get it confused Don't get it confused It's the Beatnuts Don't get it confused Don't get it confused It's the Beatnuts With the, with the heat Don't get it confused Alright, listen What would possess you to use my records Like if I'm here for you to abuse Made a bad decision, your heart wasn't in it Girl, you know you haven't been to the block for a minute Gettin' all the little Latin girls to buy it When you really can't sing and you no Selma Hayek I don't hate you, I just want you to know that Your producer bit the whole idea off my show deck But sweet cheeks, watch out now I'm gifted plus I'm feelin' like a hot shot now Next time you want the fire just get it from me I'm the truth girl and when you finally meet me you'll see I'm the one to help you get that Grammy The real man that mommy always thought you would marry Dunk Da baby, know the name and the pedigree Want a real hit, baby I got the recipe It's the Beatnuts Don't, don't get it confused Don't get it confused It's the Beatnuts Don't, don't get it confused Don't get it confused It's the Beatnuts Don't get it confused Don't get it confused It's the Beatnuts With the, with the heat Don't get it confused I know you're confused You just paid a hundred grand for a beat I would've done it for a third and still brought you the heat But see you sorta like a bird and you like to repeat Watchin' the next man's shit like a parakeet Now you worried 'bout your credibility on the street You need to get your weight up 'cause you kinda petite In front of a boutique, all dressed in chic You and your million dollar track and you still off beat We know about your whole career but the shit was brief The only way you sold some records when you started some beef Why you sell all your publishing for just one beat? A 80/20 split nigga how you gonna eat? And after all the clearances and attorney's fees By the end of the week you better check your receipts 'Cause it's the Beatnuts Rock Raider, Beatnuts Cut it out man, come on It's the Beatnuts With the, with the heat Don't get it confused It's the Beatnuts With the, with the heat Don't get it confused It's the Beatnuts With the, with the heat Don't get it confused It's the Beatnuts With the, with the heat Don't get it confused It's the fire shit right here That heat Summer heat for your Jeep Uh, uh What?