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[beanie
Ughh, ughh,
This is beanie
philly cat playin' wit that silly rap
Put your up, not your 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 listen then
While you still sittin' in spot, ditchin' the
I'm in the porsche box fox, glistenin' watch
Wore steel gray, lexus,
That's an evil metal when the dog pedals to the
I'm routin' down south, for my aim is to
Eight cylinder, 'fuck the law!'

Got a tank full of gas, trunk of cash
Hammers in the stash, scanners in the
Radar detectors, troopers find us
We bubble atl and hit the 'linas
Then get clubbed some dirty south thugs
Go all out thugs, go in your house
Talk shit, put blood in your thugs
36 south stuck, on route thugs
You how mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I it now, by the pound
Might you a cue if you buy a pound
If you try it then, why would you try it now?
Then mac rat wouldn't fire a round into your crown
I lay you down and you clown

And I niggas, nat niggas kid a dirt
Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, work
Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and
Catch 'em early in the mornin' while they goin' to
Hey you pretty motherfuckers stuck in the mirror
And you weak ass niggas only out the fear
I know y'all softer than them feathers that they in the dear
I two barettas, never bust in their ear
Twist your shit back, spit 'til my is back
Pack pieces like a kit kat. heh, get that?
Cop by the six-pack, range rov? ' dot six that
Benz coupe, drop six
Buggy eye seven come shit, took the six back
the double r, the double r's are, gotta get that
You see how we play, pop cris' on the
Soakin' the seat, drunk with glee
Or the sharp bar, simon, poppin' dom p
Why you chicken when you chasin' how with hot tea
Niggas flashin' back like it's they money
Slap 500 on of a three-twenty
I'm bringin' it to any tryin' to shoot games (yeah)
With them bullshit kits and cds

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

brown]
Sassy fox some brick money, cop me a
You how I run it, 600, glassy top
Rock them light wrist shit, flash the rocks
The red, the yellow, the green, traffic stops
Bitch please, never freeze, gonna the glock
Then I show a little cleave' and breeze past the
You talk slick but suck dick for money in y'all
I'm like 'bitch, I got more money than man'
While you get your knees scraped up, cum all on 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 books?
You know na na that shit, parada that shit
And scotch that shit, dolce that shit
Hollow points, top shit, fuck you tryin' to aim
Pop shit, yeah, nigga, fox got that shit
You see the ice wrist shit, can you cop shit
Channel crocodile and ostrich shit,
You know my style, I be they cash
And I'll their little dick some celebrity ass
And get 'em a brick, I know what style to get them niggas shit
Well, fuck, I let 'em live and lick the tip of my
To remind 'em of some rose petals, candles, and
Or some hydro like the nigga grew a 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 them
mc, y'all bitches is littles foxes
See my girls' friends, they little watches
Cris? I pops it. fuckin' a topless
Cats? I fouls on. I styles on, nigga
y'all out then air y'all out
Over here? from where, clear all out
Shit, greyhound bitch, stay bitch
And I know jigga see me here to lay shit
I will y'all niggas, waste y'all niggas
'cause I fucked the nigga and pay y'all
Shit, what the