Ughh ughh yeahThis is Beanie SeigelThat Philly cat playin' wit that silly rapPut your weight up not your hate up niggasYou know how you play quiet towns and tie 'em downHaters wonderin' how I got my position with rock'Cause I listen to The Lox and I to watchWhile you still sittin' in spot ditchin' the copsI'm in the Porsche Box with Fox listen and watchWar still gray, Lexus, GS4Doesn't even meddle when the dogg pedal to the floorI'm routin' down South, for my aim it to scoreEight cylinder, screamin' 'Fuck the law!'Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of cashHammies in the stash, scandels in the dashRadar detectors, troopers can't find usWe bubbled down ATL and hit the 'LinasThen get clubbed with some Dirty South thugsBall out thugs, go in your house thugsTalk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs36 South thugs, stay on route thugsYou know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it downI supply it now, by the poundMight front you with a cube if you buy a poundIf you didn't try it then, why would you try it now?Then 'cause Mac rap, wouldn't fire a roundTil you frown, I lay you down and retire you clownAnd I clap niggas, Mac niggas kiss the dirtPat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll workBitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirtsCatch 'em early in the mornin' while they goin' to workYou pretty motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirrorAnd you weak ass niggas only buss out the fairI know y'all softer than them feathers that get stuffed in the rearI pack barettas, never bust in their earTwist your shit back, spit til my gat sit backPack four pieces like a Kit Kat. Heh, get that?Cock Cris bottle like a six-pack, Range Roll dot six thatBenz Coupe, drop six thatBuggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six packSwitch the Double are, the Double are's are, gotta get thatYou see how we play, pop Cris on the E-WaySoakin' the sea, gettin' drunk with gleeOnly the sharp bar, grill Simon, pop Don PWhile you chickin' when you chasin' your how with hot teaNiggas flashin' that money like it's they moneySlack 500 on back of a tree twentyI'm bringin' it to any nigga tryin' to servine (yeah)With them bullshit buggy I kiss 'em CDsMemphis Bleek:Check it out, yo, yoWell, I'm a lil' nigga don't speakI tote heat, here to shut down your whole operation on the streetBleek, you know niggas just had to recrute thisMy flow drew out like a old nigga toothlessWho want to believe they pump Bleek with 'RenalineToo hyped up but weed calm my adrenalineRoll day on the strip, SK in the cribHoney crack valve playin' the bingeNickel nine gleam, like this armor rolled upMy squad be armed up, gotcha niggas' arms upWho the fuck want what? Me and Bean's trumped upWitcha town underseige, dillenger in your sleaveMy gun jammed, you niggas squeeze on meYou niggas them cats thata call these on meI'm on on my off game, leave the stadium for in storesFloss chains and I pimp whores, they smoked outShirt be poked out, when the slums know eightSix to jump out, you eat what you spitMotherfucker die clean before you actin' tought catBut in your heart you scream, I read your body languoYou want balance and a water mangleYou want a challange get a broad to every angleThis shit is slowed down, I bet thatYa upfront dough, in your six bet that, motherfuckerSassy Fox some brick money, caught me a dropYou know how I run it, 600, glassy topRock them light gray wrist shit, flash the rocksThe red, the yellow, the green, causin' traffic stopsBitch, please, never freeze, gonna blast the glockThen I show all them to plead and breeze past the copsYou talk slick, suck dick for money in y'all handI'm like 'Bitch, I got more money than your man'While you get your knees scraped up, cum all over your glandsShit, I'm in the be Twinz ballin' them trampsy'all hoes greasy, so I keep bitch easyRookie, what the fuck you know about glocks and a pop book?You know Na Na rock that shit, Perrot that shitAnd Scotch that shit, don't see about that shitHollow points, top that shit, fuck tryin' to aimPop that shit, yeah, nigga, Fox got that shitYou see the ice wrist shit, can you cop that shitShannell crocodile ostrich shit, whoaYou know my style, I be spinnin' they calvesAnd I'll show that little dick, some celebrity assGet 'em a brick, I know what style to get them niggas ship brickWell, fuck, I let 'em live and lick the tip of my shitTo remind 'em with some rose petals, candles, and shitBust some hydro like the nigga grew up playin' my shitSo that's what it is, why them hoes mad at my shitSee me wildin' in the four-six, stylin' on them bum-assGoddess in the sea, y'all bitches is littles FoxesSee my girls' friends, tossin' they little watchesCris? I pops it. Fuckin' a nigga toplessCats? I fouls on. Hoes? I styles on, niggaWhy y'all laughin'? 'Ey y'all laughOver here? Hustle from where, clear all outShit, greyhound bitch, stay down bitchAnd I know Jigga see me here to lay down shitI will spray y'all niggas, waste y'all niggas'Cause I fucked the nigga and pay y'all niggasYeah, what the fuck
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