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

Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of
in the stash, scanners in the dash
Radar detectors, troopers find us
We down atl and hit the 'linas
Then get with some dirty south thugs
Go all out thugs, go in house thugs
shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
36 south stuck, stay on route
You know how mac play, town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the
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 your crown
I lay you down and you clown

And I niggas, nat niggas kid a dirt
Pat-pat the deuce deuce, it'll work
Bitch ass niggas thongs and skirts
Catch 'em early in the while they goin' to work
Hey you pretty stay stuck in the mirror
And you ass niggas only buss out the fear
I know y'all than them feathers that they stuf in the dear
I two barettas, never bust in their ear
Twist your shit back, spit my gats is back
Pack four pieces like a kit kat. heh, get
Cop by the six-pack, range rov? ' dot six that
Benz coupe, six that
Buggy eye seven come out? shit, the six back
Switch the double r, the double r's are, gotta get
You see how we play, pop cris' on the
Soakin' the seat, drunk with glee
Or the sharp bar, grill simon, dom p
Why you chicken you chasin' your how with hot tea
flashin' 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)
With them buggy-eyed kits and cds

bleek]
it out, yo, yo
Well, I'm a lil' nigga don't speak, I tote
to shut down your whole operation on the street
Bleek, you know niggas had to recruit this
My flow out like a old nigga toothless
Who would believe they pump bleek with
Too up, but weed calm my adrenaline
Roll day on the strip, sk in the
Hundred crack viles, the benj'
Nickel nine gleam, this armoral-ed up
My be armed up, gotcha niggas' arms up
Who the fuck want what? me and trumped up
town 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, leave the for in stores
chains and I pimp whores, stay smoked out
Shirt be poked out with the slums knows
Six to out, you eat what you spit
Motherfucker die
For you actin' tought cats, but in your you scream
I read your body
You violence and don't wanna mingle
You want a challange get it brought to for angle
This slow 'em down, I bet that
Ya up front and your six backed out, motherfucker

[foxy
fox some brick money, cop me a drop
You know how I run it, 600, top
Rock light gray wrist shit, flash the rocks
The red, the yellow, the green, causin' traffic
Bitch please, never freeze, gonna the glock
Then I show a little cleave' and breeze past the
You talk slick but suck dick for in y'all hand
I'm like 'bitch, I got money than your man'
While you get knees scraped up, cum all on your glands
Shit, I'm in the v twinz them tramps
Y'all hoes greasy, so I keep easy
Rookie, fuck you about glocks and pock' books?
You know na na rock that shit, parada that
And scotch shit, dolce gabba that shit
Hollow points, top that shit, you tryin' to aim
Pop that shit, yeah, nigga, fox got that
You see the ice wrist shit, can you cop shit
Channel crocodile and shit, whoa
You know my style, I be spendin' they
And I'll show their dick some celebrity ass
And get 'em a brick, I know what style to get them niggas real
Well, fuck, I let 'em live and lick the tip of my
To remind 'em of some rose petals, candles, and
Or some hydro like the grew a plant in my shit
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
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
Over here? from where, clear all out
Shit, greyhound bitch, stay bitch
And I know jigga see me to lay down shit
I spray y'all niggas, waste y'all niggas
I fucked the nigga and pay y'all niggas
Shit, the fuck