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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 and tie 'em down
Haters wonderin' how I got a with rock
'cause I listen to the lox and I listen watch
While you still in spot, ditchin' the cops
I'm in the box with fox, glistenin' watch
Wore gray, lexus, gs-4
That's an evil metal the dog pedals to the floor
I'm down south, for my aim is to score
Eight cylinder, 'fuck the law!'

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

And I niggas, nat niggas kid a dirt
Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll
Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and
Catch 'em early in the mornin' they goin' to work
Hey you motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror
And you weak ass niggas buss out the fear
I know y'all softer than them feathers that they in the dear
I pack two barettas, never bust in ear
Twist your back, spit 'til my gats is back
Pack four pieces like a kit kat. heh, get
Cop cris' by the six-pack, range rov? ' dot six
Benz coupe, six that
Buggy eye come out? shit, took the six back
Switch the double r, the double r's are, get that
You see how we play, pop on the e-way
Soakin' the seat, gettin' drunk glee
Or the sharp bar, grill simon, dom p
Why you when you chasin' your how with hot tea
Niggas flashin' money like it's they money
Slap 500 on of a three-twenty
I'm bringin' it to any tryin' 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 whole on the street
Bleek, you niggas just had to recruit this
My flow drewl out like a old nigga
Who would believe they bleek with ritilin
Too hyped up, but weed calm my
day on the strip, sk in the crib
Hundred viles, playin' the benj'
Nickel gleam, like this armoral-ed up
My squad be armed up, niggas' arms up
Who the fuck what? me and bean's trumped up
Witcha town under seige, dillinger in the
If my gun jam, you squeeze on me
You niggas them cats got the on me
I'm on to my off game, leave the for in stores
Floss chains and I pimp whores, smoked out
Shirt be poked out the slums knows eight
Six to out, you eat what you spit
Motherfucker die
For you actin' tought cats, but in your you scream
I your body languo
You violence and don't wanna mingle
You a challange get it brought to for every angle
shit'll slow 'em down, I bet that
Ya up dough and your six backed out, motherfucker

brown]
Sassy fox brick 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, traffic stops
please, never freeze, gonna blast the glock
Then I show a cleave' and breeze past the cops
You slick but suck dick for money in y'all hand
I'm like 'bitch, I got money than your man'
you get your knees scraped up, cum all on your glands
Shit, I'm in the v ballin' them tramps
Y'all hoes greasy, so I bitch easy
Rookie, you know about glocks and pock' books?
You know na na that shit, parada that 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 I'll show their little dick celebrity ass
And get 'em a brick, I know what to get them niggas shit 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 nigga grew a plant in my
So that's what it is, that's why hoes mad at my shit
See me wildin' in the four-six, stylin' on them
Goddess mc, y'all is littles foxes
See my girls' friends, they little watches
Cris? I pops it. fuckin' a topless
Cats? I fouls on. hoes? I 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 y'all niggas, y'all niggas
'cause I fucked the and pay y'all niggas
Shit, the fuck