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[beanie
Ughh, ughh,
is beanie seigel
That philly cat playin' wit silly rap
Put your weight up, not hate up, niggas
Y'all know how I play quiet towns and tie 'em
Haters wonderin' how I got a with rock
'cause I listen to the lox and I then watch
While you sittin' in spot, ditchin' the cops
I'm in the porsche box fox, glistenin' watch
Wore gray, lexus, gs-4
an evil metal when the dog pedals to the floor
I'm routin' down south, for my aim is to
Eight cylinder, screamin' the law!'

Got a tank full of gas, trunk of cash
Hammers in the stash, in the dash
Radar detectors, troopers can't us
We bubble down atl and hit the
Then get clubbed with some dirty south
Go all out thugs, go in your house
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth
36 stuck, stay on route thugs
You know how mac play, quiet town, tie it
I supply it now, by the
Might front you a cue if you buy a
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 down and you clown

And I niggas, nat niggas kid a dirt
Pat-pat the deuce deuce, it'll work
ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts
Catch 'em early in the mornin' while goin' to work
Hey you pretty stay stuck in the mirror
And you weak ass niggas buss out the fear
I y'all softer than them feathers that they stuf in the dear
I pack two barettas, bust in their ear
Twist your shit back, spit 'til my gats is
Pack four pieces a kit kat. heh, get that?
Cop cris' by the six-pack, range rov? ' dot six
coupe, drop six that
Buggy eye seven out? shit, took the six back
Switch the double r, the double r's are, get that
You see how we play, pop cris' on the
Soakin' the seat, gettin' with glee
Or the sharp bar, simon, poppin' dom p
Why you chicken when you your how with hot tea
Niggas back money like it's they money
Slap 500 on of a three-twenty
I'm bringin' it to any nigga to shoot games (yeah)
them bullshit buggy-eyed kits and cds

[memphis
it out, yo, yo
Well, I'm a nigga don't speak, I tote heat
Here to shut down your operation on the street
Bleek, you know niggas had to recruit this
My flow drewl out like a old nigga
Who would believe they pump bleek with
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 arms up
Who the fuck what? me and bean's trumped up
Witcha town seige, dillinger in the sleave
If my gun jam, you niggas on me
You niggas cats got the code-d's on me
I'm on to my off game, leave the stadium for in
Floss chains and I pimp whores, smoked out
Shirt be poked out with the knows eight
Six to out, you eat what you spit
Motherfucker die
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
shit'll slow 'em down, I bet that
Ya up front dough and your six backed out,

brown]
Sassy fox some money, cop me a drop
You know how I run it, 600, top
Rock them gray wrist shit, flash the rocks
The red, the yellow, the green, causin' traffic
Bitch please, never freeze, gonna the glock
Then I a little cleave' and breeze past the cops
You talk slick but dick for money in y'all hand
I'm like 'bitch, I got money than your man'
While you get your knees scraped up, cum all on your
Shit, I'm in the v twinz ballin' tramps
Y'all hoes greasy, so I bitch easy
Rookie, fuck you know about glocks and books?
You know na na that shit, parada that shit
And scotch that shit, gabba that shit
Hollow points, top that shit, fuck you to aim
Pop that shit, yeah, nigga, fox got shit
You see the ice shit, can you cop that shit
Channel and ostrich shit, whoa
You my style, I be spendin' they cash
And show their little dick some celebrity ass
And get 'em a brick, I know what to get them 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 in my shit
So that's what it is, that's why hoes mad at my shit
See me in the four-six, stylin' on them bum-ass
Goddess mc, y'all is littles foxes
See my friends, tossin' they little watches
I pops it. fuckin' a nigga topless
Cats? I fouls on. I styles on, nigga
Wear y'all out air y'all out
Over here? hustle from where, all out
Shit, greyhound bitch, down bitch
And I jigga see me here to lay down shit
I will spray y'all niggas, y'all niggas
'cause I fucked the nigga and pay y'all
Shit, what the