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[beanie
Ughh, ughh,
This is beanie
philly cat playin' wit that silly rap
Put weight up, not your hate up, niggas
Y'all know how I play towns and tie 'em down
Haters wonderin' how I got a position with
'cause I listen to the lox and I listen watch
While you still sittin' in spot, ditchin' the
I'm in the porsche box fox, glistenin' watch
Wore steel gray, lexus,
That's an evil when 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 full of
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
shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
36 south stuck, on route thugs
You know how mac play, quiet town, tie it
I supply it now, by the
front 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 and retire you clown

And I niggas, nat niggas kid a dirt
Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll
Bitch ass niggas wearin' and skirts
Catch 'em early in the mornin' they goin' to work
Hey you pretty motherfuckers stay in the mirror
And you weak ass only buss out the fear
I know softer than them feathers that they stuf in the dear
I pack two barettas, never in their ear
your shit back, spit 'til my gats is back
Pack four like a kit kat. heh, get that?
Cop cris' by the six-pack, rov? ' dot six that
Benz coupe, drop six
Buggy eye seven come shit, took the six back
the double r, the double r's are, gotta get that
You see how we play, pop on the e-way
Soakin' the seat, gettin' drunk with
Or the sharp bar, simon, poppin' dom p
Why you chicken when you your how with hot tea
Niggas flashin' back money like it's they
Slap 500 on back of a
I'm bringin' it to any nigga tryin' to 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 a old nigga toothless
Who believe they pump bleek with ritilin
Too hyped up, but weed calm my
day on the strip, sk in the crib
Hundred viles, playin' the benj'
Nickel nine gleam, like armoral-ed up
My be armed up, gotcha niggas' arms up
Who the fuck want what? me and bean's up
Witcha town seige, dillinger in the sleave
If my gun jam, you niggas on me
You niggas them got the code-d's on me
I'm on to my off game, the stadium for in stores
Floss chains and I pimp whores, smoked out
be poked out with the slums knows eight
Six to jump out, you eat you spit
die clean
For you actin' tought cats, but in heart you scream
I your body languo
You violence and don't wanna mingle
You want a challange get it brought to for every
This slow 'em down, I bet that
Ya up front dough and your six out, motherfucker

[foxy
Sassy fox some brick money, cop me a
You how I run it, 600, glassy 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 breeze the cops
You talk slick but dick for money in y'all hand
I'm like 'bitch, I got more money than man'
While you get your knees scraped up, cum all on glands
Shit, I'm in the v ballin' them tramps
hoes greasy, so I keep bitch easy
Rookie, fuck you about glocks and pock' books?
You know na na rock that shit, that shit
And scotch that shit, dolce gabba that
Hollow points, top that shit, fuck you to aim
Pop that shit, yeah, nigga, fox got that
You see the ice shit, can you cop that shit
Channel and ostrich shit, whoa
You know my style, I be spendin' they
And I'll show their little dick some 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 like the nigga grew a plant in my shit
So that's what it is, that's why hoes mad at my shit
See me wildin' in the four-six, on them bum-ass
Goddess mc, y'all bitches is foxes
See my girls' friends, tossin' they watches
Cris? I pops it. fuckin' a topless
Cats? I fouls on. I styles on, nigga
Wear out then air y'all out
Over hustle from where, clear all out
Shit, greyhound bitch, stay down
And I know jigga see me here to lay shit
I spray y'all niggas, waste y'all niggas
'cause I fucked the and pay y'all niggas
Shit, the fuck