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

Got a full of gas, trunk full of cash
in the stash, scanners in the dash
Radar detectors, troopers can't us
We down atl and hit the 'linas
Then get clubbed with some south 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, quiet town, tie it
I it now, by the pound
Might you a cue if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why would you try it
Then 'cause mac rat wouldn't a round into your crown
I lay you down and retire you

And I niggas, nat niggas kid a dirt
Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, work
Bitch ass niggas thongs and skirts
'em early in the mornin' while they goin' to work
Hey you motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror
And you weak ass niggas only out the fear
I y'all softer than them feathers that they stuf in the dear
I pack two barettas, never in their ear
Twist your shit back, spit 'til my gats is
Pack four pieces like a kit kat. heh, get
Cop by the six-pack, range rov? ' dot six that
Benz coupe, drop six
Buggy eye seven come shit, took the six back
Switch the r, the double r's are, gotta get that
You see how we play, pop on the e-way
Soakin' the seat, gettin' with glee
Or the sharp bar, grill simon, dom p
Why you when 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 tryin' to shoot games (yeah)
With them bullshit kits and cds

bleek]
it out, yo, yo
Well, I'm a lil' nigga speak, I tote heat
Here to shut down your whole on the street
Bleek, you know niggas just had to this
My drewl out like a old nigga toothless
Who would they pump bleek with ritilin
Too up, but weed calm my adrenaline
Roll day on the strip, sk in the
Hundred viles, playin' the benj'
nine gleam, like this armoral-ed up
My be armed up, gotcha niggas' arms up
Who the want what? me and bean's trumped up
Witcha under seige, dillinger in the sleave
If my gun jam, you squeeze on me
You them 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 the slums knows eight
Six to jump out, you eat what you
Motherfucker die
For you actin' tought cats, but in your you scream
I read your body
You want violence and don't mingle
You want a challange get it brought to for angle
This shit'll 'em down, I bet that
Ya up front dough and six backed out, motherfucker

brown]
Sassy fox brick money, cop me a drop
You know how I run it, 600, top
them light gray wrist shit, flash the rocks
The red, the yellow, the green, causin' stops
Bitch please, never freeze, gonna blast the
Then I show a little cleave' and breeze past the
You talk slick but suck dick for money in y'all
I'm like 'bitch, I got money than your man'
While you get your knees up, cum all on your glands
Shit, I'm in the v twinz ballin' tramps
Y'all hoes greasy, so I bitch easy
Rookie, you know about glocks and pock' books?
You na na rock that shit, parada that shit
And that 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 shit, can you cop that shit
Channel crocodile and shit, whoa
You know my style, I be spendin' they
And I'll their little 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 'em of some rose petals, candles, and shit
Or some hydro like the grew a plant in my shit
So that's what it is, why them hoes mad at my shit
See me wildin' in the four-six, on them bum-ass
Goddess mc, y'all is littles foxes
See my friends, tossin' they little watches
Cris? I pops it. a nigga topless
I fouls on. hoes? I styles on, nigga
Wear out then air y'all out
Over here? hustle from where, all out
Shit, bitch, stay down bitch
And I jigga see me here to lay down shit
I will spray y'all niggas, y'all niggas
'cause I fucked the nigga and pay niggas
Shit, the fuck