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

Got a tank full of gas, trunk of cash
Hammers in the stash, scanners in the
Radar detectors, troopers can't us
We bubble down atl and hit the
Then get with some dirty south thugs
Go all out thugs, go in house thugs
Talk shit, put blood in your thugs
36 stuck, stay on route thugs
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?
Then 'cause mac rat wouldn't fire a round your crown
I lay you and retire you clown

And I clap niggas, nat niggas kid a
Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll
Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and
Catch 'em early in the mornin' while goin' to work
Hey you motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror
And you ass niggas only buss out the fear
I know y'all softer than feathers that they stuf in the dear
I pack two barettas, bust in their ear
your shit back, spit 'til 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, drop six
eye seven come out? shit, took the six back
Switch the double r, the double r's are, gotta get
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 when you chasin' your how with hot tea
Niggas flashin' back money like it's money
500 on back of a three-twenty
I'm bringin' it to any tryin' to shoot games (yeah)
With bullshit buggy-eyed kits and cds

bleek]
it out, yo, yo
Well, I'm a lil' nigga don't speak, I tote
Here to shut down your whole on the street
Bleek, you niggas just had to recruit this
My flow drewl out like a old toothless
Who would believe they pump bleek ritilin
Too hyped up, but weed calm my
Roll day on the strip, sk in the
Hundred crack viles, the benj'
Nickel nine gleam, like armoral-ed up
My squad be armed up, niggas' arms 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 them cats got the on me
I'm on to my off game, the stadium for in stores
Floss chains and I pimp whores, smoked out
Shirt be out with the slums knows eight
Six to jump out, you eat what you
die clean
For you tought cats, but in your heart you scream
I read body languo
You want violence and don't wanna
You a challange get it brought to for every angle
shit'll slow 'em down, I bet that
Ya up front and your six backed out, motherfucker

[foxy
Sassy fox some brick money, cop me a
You know how I run it, 600, top
Rock them light gray wrist shit, flash the
The red, the yellow, the green, causin' traffic
please, never freeze, gonna blast the glock
Then I show a little cleave' and past the cops
You talk slick but suck for money in y'all hand
I'm like 'bitch, I got more money 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 about glocks and pock' books?
You know na na rock that shit, that shit
And scotch shit, dolce gabba that shit
Hollow points, top shit, fuck you tryin' to aim
Pop shit, yeah, nigga, fox got that shit
You see the ice wrist shit, can you cop that
Channel crocodile and ostrich shit,
You know my style, I be they cash
And I'll show their little some celebrity ass
And get 'em a brick, I know style to get them niggas shit real
Well, fuck, I let 'em and lick the tip of my shit
To remind 'em of some rose petals, candles, and
Or some hydro the nigga grew a plant in my shit
So that's what it is, why them 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
y'all out then air y'all out
Over here? hustle where, clear all out
Shit, greyhound bitch, down bitch
And I know jigga see me here to lay shit
I will y'all niggas, waste y'all niggas
'cause I fucked the nigga and pay y'all
Shit, the fuck