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

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

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

bleek]
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 know just had to recruit this
My flow out like a old nigga toothless
Who would believe they bleek with ritilin
Too hyped up, but weed calm my
day on the strip, sk in the crib
Hundred crack viles, playin' the
Nickel nine gleam, like armoral-ed up
My squad be armed up, gotcha niggas' up
Who the fuck want me and bean's trumped up
Witcha under seige, dillinger in the sleave
If my gun jam, you squeeze on me
You niggas cats got the code-d's on me
I'm on to my off game, the stadium for in stores
Floss and I pimp whores, stay smoked out
Shirt be poked out with the slums eight
Six to jump out, you eat you spit
die clean
For you actin' cats, but in your heart you scream
I read body languo
You want violence and wanna mingle
You want a challange get it brought to for every
This shit'll slow 'em down, I bet
Ya up front dough and six backed out, motherfucker

[foxy
Sassy fox some brick money, cop me a
You how I run it, 600, glassy top
Rock them light wrist shit, flash the rocks
The red, the yellow, the green, traffic stops
Bitch please, freeze, gonna blast the glock
Then I show a little cleave' and breeze the cops
You slick but suck dick for money in y'all hand
I'm like 'bitch, I got more than your man'
you get your knees scraped up, cum all on your glands
Shit, I'm in the v twinz them tramps
Y'all hoes greasy, so I bitch easy
Rookie, fuck you know about and pock' books?
You know na na rock shit, parada that shit
And scotch that shit, gabba that shit
Hollow points, top shit, fuck you tryin' to aim
Pop that shit, yeah, nigga, fox got shit
You see the ice wrist shit, can you cop shit
crocodile and ostrich shit, whoa
You know my style, I be they cash
And I'll show their dick some celebrity ass
And get 'em a brick, I know what style to get niggas shit real
Well, fuck, I let 'em and lick the tip of my shit
To 'em of some 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 in the four-six, stylin' on them bum-ass
Goddess mc, y'all bitches is foxes
See my girls' friends, tossin' they watches
Cris? I pops it. a nigga topless
Cats? I fouls on. hoes? I styles on,
Wear y'all out air y'all out
Over here? hustle where, clear all out
Shit, greyhound bitch, stay down
And I know jigga see me to lay down shit
I will spray y'all niggas, waste y'all
'cause I fucked the and pay y'all niggas
Shit, what the