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[beanie
Ughh, ughh,
is beanie seigel
That philly cat playin' wit that rap
Put weight up, not your hate up, niggas
Y'all know how I play quiet towns and tie 'em
Haters wonderin' how I got a position rock
I listen to the lox and I listen then watch
While you still sittin' in spot, the cops
I'm in the porsche box with fox, glistenin'
Wore steel gray, lexus,
an evil metal when the dog pedals to the floor
I'm routin' south, for my aim is to score
Eight cylinder, 'fuck the law!'

Got a tank full of gas, full of cash
Hammers in the stash, scanners in the
Radar detectors, troopers find us
We bubble atl and hit the 'linas
Then get clubbed with some dirty thugs
Go all out thugs, go in house thugs
Talk shit, put in your mouth thugs
36 south stuck, on route thugs
You know how mac play, town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the
front you a cue if you buy a pound
If you try it then, why would you try it now?
Then 'cause mac rat wouldn't fire a round into your
I lay you and retire you clown

And I clap niggas, nat kid a dirt
Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll
Bitch ass niggas wearin' and skirts
Catch 'em in the mornin' while they goin' to work
Hey you motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror
And you weak ass niggas only buss out the
I know y'all softer than them that they stuf in the dear
I pack two barettas, never bust in ear
your shit back, spit 'til my gats is back
Pack four pieces like a kit kat. heh, get
Cop cris' by the six-pack, rov? ' dot six that
coupe, drop six that
Buggy eye seven come out? shit, took the six
Switch the double r, the double r's are, get that
You see how we play, pop on the e-way
the seat, gettin' drunk with glee
Or the sharp bar, grill simon, dom p
Why you chicken when you your how with hot tea
Niggas flashin' back money it's they money
Slap 500 on of a three-twenty
I'm bringin' it to any nigga to shoot games (yeah)
With them bullshit buggy-eyed and cds

[memphis
it out, yo, yo
Well, I'm a nigga don't speak, I tote heat
to shut down your whole operation on the street
Bleek, you niggas just had to recruit this
My flow drewl out like a old nigga
Who would believe they pump bleek with
Too hyped up, but calm my adrenaline
Roll day on the strip, sk in the
Hundred crack viles, playin' the
Nickel gleam, like this armoral-ed up
My squad be up, gotcha niggas' arms up
Who the fuck want what? me and trumped up
Witcha town under seige, dillinger in the
If my gun jam, you squeeze on me
You niggas them got the code-d's on me
I'm on to my off game, leave the stadium for in
Floss and I pimp whores, stay smoked out
be poked out with the slums knows eight
Six to out, you eat what you spit
die clean
For you actin' tought cats, but in heart you scream
I your body languo
You want violence and don't wanna
You a challange get it brought to for every angle
This shit'll slow 'em down, I bet
Ya up dough and your six backed out, motherfucker

brown]
Sassy fox some money, cop me a drop
You how I run it, 600, glassy top
Rock them light gray wrist shit, the rocks
The red, the yellow, the green, traffic stops
Bitch please, never freeze, gonna the glock
Then I show a little cleave' and breeze the cops
You talk slick but suck dick for in y'all hand
I'm like 'bitch, I got more money than man'
While you get knees scraped up, cum all on your glands
Shit, I'm in the v twinz ballin' them
Y'all greasy, so I keep bitch easy
Rookie, fuck you about glocks and pock' books?
You know na na rock that shit, parada shit
And scotch that shit, gabba that shit
points, top that shit, fuck you tryin' to aim
Pop that shit, yeah, nigga, fox got shit
You see the ice wrist shit, can you cop shit
Channel crocodile and shit, whoa
You know my style, I be spendin' they
And show their little dick some celebrity ass
And get 'em a brick, I know what style to get them shit real
Well, fuck, I let 'em live and lick the tip of my
To remind 'em of rose petals, candles, and shit
Or some hydro like the nigga grew a plant in my
So that's what it is, that's why them hoes mad at my
See me wildin' in the four-six, stylin' on them
mc, y'all bitches is littles foxes
See my girls' friends, tossin' they little
Cris? I pops it. a nigga topless
I fouls on. hoes? I styles on, nigga
Wear y'all out then air out
here? hustle from where, clear all out
Shit, greyhound bitch, stay bitch
And I know jigga see me to lay down shit
I will spray niggas, waste y'all niggas
I fucked the nigga and pay y'all niggas
Shit, what the