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

Got a full of gas, trunk full of cash
in the stash, scanners in the dash
Radar detectors, can't find us
We bubble down atl and hit the
get clubbed with some dirty south thugs
Go all out thugs, go in your house
shit, put blood 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 you try it now?
Then 'cause mac rat fire a round into your crown
I lay you down and you clown

And I clap niggas, nat niggas kid a
with the deuce deuce, it'll work
Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and
'em early in the mornin' 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 they stuf in the dear
I two barettas, never bust in their ear
Twist your shit back, spit 'til my gats is
Pack pieces like a kit kat. heh, get that?
Cop cris' by the six-pack, range rov? ' dot six
Benz coupe, drop six
Buggy eye seven come out? shit, 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' drunk glee
Or the bar, grill simon, poppin' dom p
Why you chicken you chasin' your how with hot tea
Niggas flashin' back money like they money
500 on back of a three-twenty
I'm bringin' it to any nigga to shoot games (yeah)
With bullshit buggy-eyed kits and cds

[memphis
it out, yo, yo
Well, I'm a lil' nigga speak, I tote heat
Here to shut down your whole operation on the
Bleek, you know just had to recruit this
My flow drewl out like a old nigga
Who would believe they pump bleek ritilin
Too hyped up, but calm my adrenaline
Roll day on the strip, sk in the
crack viles, playin' the benj'
Nickel nine gleam, this armoral-ed up
My squad be up, gotcha niggas' arms up
Who the fuck want what? me and trumped up
Witcha under seige, dillinger in the sleave
If my gun jam, you squeeze 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 whores, stay smoked out
Shirt be poked out with the knows eight
Six to out, you eat what you spit
Motherfucker die
For you actin' tought cats, but in your heart you
I read body 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 brick money, cop me a drop
You how I run it, 600, glassy top
Rock them light gray wrist shit, flash the
The red, the yellow, the green, traffic stops
please, never freeze, gonna blast the glock
Then I show a little cleave' and breeze past the
You talk slick but suck dick for money in hand
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 ballin' them tramps
Y'all greasy, so I keep bitch easy
Rookie, fuck you know glocks and pock' books?
You know na na rock that shit, parada that
And scotch that shit, dolce 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
Channel crocodile and 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 them niggas 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 what it is, that's 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 girls' friends, tossin' little watches
I pops it. fuckin' a nigga topless
Cats? I fouls on. hoes? I styles on,
Wear out then air y'all out
Over here? hustle from where, all out
Shit, greyhound bitch, stay bitch
And I jigga see me here to lay down shit
I spray y'all niggas, waste y'all niggas
'cause I fucked the nigga and pay y'all
Shit, the fuck