Lyrics:

[Greg Nice] 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 keyboard shit! [Psycho Les] Ayo the Nuts landed, so back it up Pass the mic to big Psych, the manufacterer 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) (Repeat 3x)