SeAcabo

Se Acabo (Translated Remix) - The Beatnuts/Method Man

Lyrics by：Lester Fernandez/Jerry Tineo/C. Smith

Composed by：Lester Fernandez/Jerry Tineo/C. Smith

Beatnuts mista mef you know how we do

Se acabo

Swing a bat on you like the devil himself

Put it on us sickness or health

Making you could only breathe wit help

I ain't playin' you don't wanna hear what you sayin' yourself

Hit the street wit incredible beats

We renowned for tearin' it down

Never have you heard a similar sound

Like a drop off when pop off feel a hot one

Side scorching from a hot gun

Get lost in the buildings wit money and the children

Not the type to talk too much and catch feelin'

Dominican flag over the bed on the ceiling

Protect everything I rep that's the first thing

Many things follow bullets stay hollow

You actin' like we don't chew you can't swallow

Try to change my plans

I'mma beat you till I break my hands

Ju the german every place I stand

Yeah yeah yeah

Aiyyo it's big psych baby you don't want no problems

Suckers want war and yo bomb 'em

Bring the heat squeeze the flame torch

Then peel out in a convertible gray porsche

Just in case your snitch wanna get payed off

I'm three miles ahead of you I took the plates off

Pull out the chainsaws it's a musical massacre

Cut the head off the driver and the passenger

Sic my dogs after ya have you climbin' in a tree

Just another crime in the street

Ain't nuttin' better than findin' 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 oc

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 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

This god don't want beef he want veggie

Plus signs over deadly medley

Who got 'em gassed on his own getty

Battery back he eveready

Now what's wit that ha

Not you you chocha

I wit beatnuts livin' la vida loca

Callete la boca see the spanish fly on the sofa