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[beanie
Ughh, ughh,
is beanie seigel
That philly cat playin' wit silly rap
Put your weight up, not your up, niggas
know how I play quiet towns and tie 'em down
Haters wonderin' how I got a position rock
'cause I to the lox and I listen then watch
you still sittin' in spot, ditchin' the cops
I'm in the porsche box with fox, watch
Wore steel gray, lexus,
That's an 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 tank full of gas, full of cash
Hammers in the stash, scanners in the
Radar detectors, troopers find us
We bubble down atl and hit the
Then get clubbed some dirty south thugs
Go all out thugs, go in your thugs
shit, put blood 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
Might front you a cue if you buy a
If you didn't try it then, why you try it now?
Then 'cause mac rat wouldn't fire a round into crown
I lay you down and you clown

And I clap niggas, nat kid a dirt
Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll
Bitch ass niggas wearin' and skirts
'em early in the mornin' while they goin' to work
Hey you pretty stay stuck in the mirror
And you weak ass niggas only out the fear
I know y'all softer than them that they stuf in the dear
I two barettas, never bust in their ear
Twist your shit back, spit 'til my is back
Pack pieces like a kit kat. heh, get that?
Cop cris' by the six-pack, range ' dot six that
Benz coupe, six that
eye seven come out? shit, took the six back
Switch the r, the double r's are, gotta get that
You see how we play, pop cris' on the
the seat, gettin' drunk 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 back of a
I'm bringin' it to any nigga tryin' to shoot (yeah)
With bullshit buggy-eyed kits and cds

[memphis
it out, yo, yo
Well, I'm a lil' nigga don't speak, I tote
Here to down your whole operation on the street
Bleek, you know niggas just had to this
My flow drewl out a old nigga toothless
Who would believe they bleek with ritilin
Too hyped up, but weed my adrenaline
Roll day on the strip, sk in the
Hundred crack viles, the benj'
Nickel 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 town under seige, dillinger in the
If my gun jam, you niggas 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 poked out the slums knows eight
Six to jump out, you eat you spit
die clean
For you tought cats, but in your heart you scream
I read your languo
You want violence and wanna mingle
You want a challange get it brought to for angle
This slow 'em down, I bet that
Ya up front and your six backed out, motherfucker

brown]
Sassy fox some money, cop me a drop
You how I run it, 600, glassy top
them light gray wrist shit, flash the rocks
The red, the yellow, the green, traffic stops
Bitch please, freeze, gonna blast the glock
Then I a little cleave' and breeze past the cops
You talk slick but suck dick for in y'all hand
I'm like 'bitch, I got more money than man'
you get your knees scraped up, cum all on your glands
Shit, I'm in the v twinz ballin' tramps
Y'all greasy, so I keep bitch easy
Rookie, fuck you know about glocks and books?
You know na na rock that shit, that shit
And scotch that shit, dolce gabba that
Hollow points, top that shit, you tryin' to aim
Pop that shit, yeah, nigga, fox got that
You see the ice shit, can you cop that shit
Channel crocodile and ostrich shit,
You my style, I be spendin' they cash
And I'll show their little some 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 petals, candles, and shit
Or some hydro the nigga grew a plant in my shit
So what it is, that's why them hoes mad at my shit
See me wildin' in the four-six, on them bum-ass
Goddess mc, y'all bitches is littles
See my friends, tossin' they little watches
Cris? I pops it. fuckin' a topless
Cats? I fouls on. hoes? I on, nigga
Wear y'all out air y'all out
here? hustle from where, clear all out
Shit, greyhound bitch, stay down
And I jigga see me here to lay down shit
I will spray y'all niggas, y'all niggas
I fucked the nigga and pay y'all niggas
Shit, what the