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[beanie
Ughh, ughh,
This is seigel
That cat playin' wit that silly rap
Put your up, not your hate up, niggas
know how I play quiet towns and tie 'em down
Haters wonderin' how I got a with rock
'cause I listen to the lox and I listen then
While you still sittin' in spot, ditchin' the
I'm in the box with fox, glistenin' watch
steel gray, lexus, gs-4
That's an evil metal when the dog pedals to the
I'm down south, for my aim is to score
cylinder, screamin' 'fuck the law!'

Got a tank of gas, trunk 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 with some south thugs
Go all out thugs, go in your 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 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 retire you

And I niggas, nat niggas kid a dirt
Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, work
Bitch ass niggas thongs and skirts
Catch 'em early in the while they goin' to work
Hey you motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror
And you weak ass niggas only buss out the
I know y'all softer them feathers that they stuf in the dear
I two barettas, never 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, rov? ' dot six that
Benz coupe, drop six
Buggy eye seven come out? shit, the six back
Switch the double r, the double r's are, gotta get
You see how we play, pop on the e-way
the seat, gettin' drunk with glee
Or the bar, grill simon, poppin' dom p
Why you chicken when you chasin' your how hot tea
Niggas flashin' back money it's they money
500 on back of a three-twenty
I'm it to any nigga tryin' to shoot games (yeah)
With them bullshit buggy-eyed and cds

[memphis
it out, yo, yo
Well, I'm a lil' don't speak, I tote heat
to shut down your whole operation on the street
Bleek, you know niggas just had to recruit
My flow out like a old nigga toothless
Who would believe they 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, this armoral-ed up
My squad be armed up, niggas' arms up
Who the want what? me and bean's trumped up
town under seige, dillinger in the sleave
If my gun jam, you squeeze 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 with the knows eight
Six to jump out, you eat what you
Motherfucker die
For you tought cats, but in your heart you scream
I read your languo
You want and don't wanna mingle
You want a challange get it to for every angle
This shit'll slow 'em down, I bet
Ya up front dough and your six backed out,

[foxy
Sassy fox some brick money, cop me a
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 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 your
While you get your knees scraped up, cum all on your
Shit, I'm in the v twinz ballin' tramps
hoes greasy, so I keep bitch easy
Rookie, fuck you about glocks and pock' books?
You know na na rock that shit, parada shit
And that shit, dolce gabba that shit
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
crocodile and ostrich shit, whoa
You know my style, I be spendin' cash
And I'll show their dick some celebrity ass
And get 'em a brick, I what style to get them niggas shit real
Well, fuck, I let 'em live and lick the tip of my
To remind 'em of some rose petals, candles, and
Or some hydro the nigga 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, stylin' on bum-ass
Goddess mc, y'all bitches is littles
See my friends, tossin' they little watches
Cris? I pops it. fuckin' a nigga
Cats? I fouls on. hoes? I on, nigga
y'all out then air y'all out
Over here? from where, clear all out
Shit, greyhound bitch, down bitch
And I know jigga see me here to lay down
I will y'all niggas, waste y'all niggas
'cause I the nigga and pay y'all niggas
Shit, the fuck