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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
Y'all know how I play quiet and tie 'em down
Haters wonderin' how I got a with rock
I listen 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
That's an evil when the dog pedals to the floor
I'm routin' south, for my aim is to score
cylinder, screamin' '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 atl and hit the 'linas
Then get clubbed with some dirty south
Go all out thugs, go in house thugs
Talk shit, put blood in your thugs
36 south stuck, stay on thugs
You how mac play, quiet 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 a round into your crown
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' thongs and
Catch 'em early in the while they goin' to work
Hey you pretty stay stuck in the mirror
And you weak ass only buss out the fear
I know y'all than them 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 a kit kat. heh, get that?
Cop cris' by the six-pack, range rov? ' dot six
coupe, drop six that
Buggy eye seven out? shit, took the six back
Switch the double r, the double r's are, gotta get
You see how we play, pop cris' on the
Soakin' the seat, drunk with glee
Or the sharp bar, grill simon, dom p
Why you chicken you chasin' your how with hot tea
Niggas flashin' back money like it's money
Slap 500 on back of a
I'm bringin' it to any tryin' to shoot games (yeah)
them bullshit buggy-eyed kits and cds

bleek]
it out, yo, yo
Well, I'm a lil' nigga don't speak, I heat
to shut down your whole operation on the street
Bleek, you know just had to recruit this
My flow drewl out like a old toothless
Who would believe pump bleek with ritilin
Too hyped up, but calm my adrenaline
Roll day on the strip, sk in the
Hundred viles, playin' the benj'
nine gleam, like this armoral-ed up
My squad be armed up, niggas' arms up
Who the fuck want what? me and bean's up
Witcha town under seige, 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, the stadium for in stores
chains and I pimp whores, stay smoked out
Shirt be poked out with the slums eight
Six to out, you eat what you spit
Motherfucker die
For you actin' tought cats, but in your you scream
I your body languo
You want and don't wanna mingle
You a challange get it brought to for every angle
shit'll slow 'em down, I bet that
Ya up front dough and your six out, motherfucker

brown]
Sassy fox brick money, cop me a drop
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 breeze the cops
You talk but suck dick for money in y'all hand
I'm like 'bitch, I got more money than man'
While you get your knees up, cum all on your glands
Shit, I'm in the v ballin' them tramps
Y'all hoes greasy, so I bitch easy
Rookie, fuck you know about glocks and pock'
You know na na rock that shit, parada that
And scotch that shit, dolce gabba that
points, top that shit, fuck you tryin' to aim
Pop that shit, yeah, nigga, fox got that
You see the ice wrist shit, can you cop shit
Channel and ostrich shit, whoa
You know my style, I be spendin' they
And I'll show their dick some celebrity ass
And get 'em a brick, I know what style to get niggas shit real
Well, fuck, I let 'em live and the tip of my shit
To remind 'em of some petals, candles, and shit
Or some hydro like the nigga a plant in my shit
So that's what it is, that's why them mad at my shit
See me wildin' in the four-six, stylin' on bum-ass
Goddess mc, y'all bitches is littles
See my girls' friends, tossin' they watches
Cris? I it. fuckin' a nigga topless
Cats? I on. hoes? I styles on, nigga
Wear out then air y'all out
Over hustle from where, clear all out
Shit, greyhound bitch, stay bitch
And I know jigga see me to lay down shit
I will spray y'all niggas, waste y'all
'cause I the nigga and pay y'all niggas
Shit, what the