[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