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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 quiet towns and tie 'em down
Haters how I got a position with rock
'cause I listen to the lox and I then 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 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 atl and hit the 'linas
Then get clubbed with dirty south thugs
Go all out thugs, go in house thugs
Talk shit, put in your mouth thugs
36 south stuck, stay on thugs
You how mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the
Might you a cue if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why would you try it
Then mac rat wouldn't fire a round into your crown
I lay you down and you clown

And I clap niggas, nat kid a dirt
Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll
ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts
Catch 'em early in the while they goin' to work
Hey you pretty motherfuckers stay stuck in the
And you weak ass only buss out the fear
I know y'all softer than them feathers that they stuf in the
I pack two barettas, never bust in ear
Twist shit back, spit 'til my gats is back
Pack four pieces like a kit kat. heh, get
Cop cris' by the six-pack, range ' dot six that
coupe, drop six that
Buggy eye seven come out? shit, took the six
Switch the double r, the r's are, gotta get that
You see how we play, pop on the e-way
Soakin' the seat, gettin' with glee
Or the bar, grill simon, poppin' 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 nigga tryin' to games (yeah)
With them bullshit buggy-eyed and cds

[memphis
it out, yo, yo
Well, I'm a lil' nigga speak, I tote heat
Here to shut down whole operation on the street
Bleek, you niggas just had to recruit this
My flow drewl out like a old nigga
Who would believe pump bleek with ritilin
Too hyped up, but calm my adrenaline
day on the strip, sk in the crib
Hundred crack viles, the benj'
Nickel nine gleam, like this up
My squad be armed up, niggas' arms up
Who the fuck what? me and bean's trumped 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, stay out
Shirt be poked out with the knows eight
Six to jump out, you eat what you
die clean
For you actin' tought cats, but in heart you scream
I read body languo
You want violence and don't mingle
You want a challange get it brought to for angle
shit'll slow 'em down, I bet that
Ya up front and your six backed out, motherfucker

brown]
Sassy fox some brick money, cop me a
You know how I run it, 600, top
Rock them gray wrist shit, flash the rocks
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 dick for money in y'all
I'm like 'bitch, I got more than your man'
While you get knees scraped up, cum all on your glands
Shit, I'm in the v twinz ballin' them
Y'all hoes greasy, so I keep bitch
Rookie, fuck you know glocks and pock' books?
You know na na rock that shit, parada shit
And scotch shit, dolce gabba that shit
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 know my style, I be spendin' they
And show their little dick some celebrity ass
And get 'em a brick, I know what style to get them shit real
Well, fuck, I let 'em and lick the tip of my shit
To remind 'em of rose petals, candles, and shit
Or some like the nigga grew a plant in my shit
So what it is, that's 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 girls' friends, they little watches
Cris? I pops it. a nigga topless
Cats? I fouls on. hoes? I on, nigga
Wear out then air y'all out
Over here? hustle from where, all out
Shit, greyhound bitch, stay bitch
And I know jigga see me here to lay down
I will spray y'all niggas, y'all niggas
I fucked the nigga and pay y'all niggas
Shit, the fuck