Se Acabo Remix featuring Method Man

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

Niggas 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
Niggas 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 niggas 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