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

Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of
Hammers in the stash, in the dash
Radar detectors, troopers can't us
We down atl and hit the 'linas
Then get with some dirty south thugs
Go all out thugs, go in your house
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth
36 stuck, stay 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 didn't try it then, why would you try it
Then 'cause mac rat wouldn't fire a into your crown
I lay you and retire you clown

And I clap niggas, nat kid a dirt
with the deuce deuce, it'll work
Bitch ass niggas wearin' and skirts
'em early in the mornin' while they goin' to work
Hey you pretty motherfuckers stuck in the mirror
And you weak ass niggas only out the fear
I y'all softer than them feathers that they stuf in the dear
I pack two barettas, never in their ear
Twist your back, spit 'til my gats is back
Pack four like a kit kat. heh, get that?
Cop cris' by the six-pack, range ' 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 cris' on the
the seat, gettin' drunk with glee
Or the bar, grill simon, poppin' dom p
Why you when you chasin' your how with hot tea
Niggas back money like it's they money
Slap 500 on back of a
I'm bringin' it to any tryin' to shoot games (yeah)
With bullshit buggy-eyed kits and cds

[memphis
it out, yo, yo
Well, I'm a lil' don't speak, I tote heat
Here to shut down your whole on the street
Bleek, you know niggas just had to this
My drewl out like a old nigga toothless
Who would they pump bleek with ritilin
Too up, but weed calm my adrenaline
Roll day on the strip, sk in the
Hundred crack viles, the benj'
Nickel nine gleam, like this up
My squad be up, gotcha niggas' arms up
Who the fuck what? me and bean's trumped up
Witcha town under seige, dillinger in the
If my gun jam, you niggas on me
You niggas them cats got the on me
I'm on to my off game, leave the for in stores
Floss chains and I pimp whores, smoked out
Shirt be poked out with the slums knows
Six to jump out, you eat what you
Motherfucker die
For you actin' cats, but in your heart you scream
I read your body
You want violence and don't wanna
You want a get it brought to for every angle
This shit'll 'em down, I bet that
Ya up front dough and six backed out, motherfucker

[foxy
fox some 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, causin' traffic
Bitch please, never freeze, gonna blast the
Then I a little cleave' and breeze past the cops
You talk but suck dick for money in y'all hand
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 twinz ballin' them
Y'all hoes greasy, so I bitch easy
Rookie, fuck you know glocks and pock' books?
You know na na rock shit, parada that shit
And that shit, dolce gabba 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 that
crocodile and ostrich shit, whoa
You my style, I be spendin' 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 the tip of my shit
To remind 'em of some rose petals, candles, and
Or hydro like the nigga grew a plant in my shit
So that's it is, that's why them hoes mad at my shit
See me wildin' in the four-six, stylin' on them
Goddess mc, y'all bitches is foxes
See my friends, tossin' they little watches
Cris? I pops it. fuckin' a topless
Cats? I fouls on. hoes? I on, nigga
Wear 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 shit
I will spray y'all niggas, y'all niggas
'cause I fucked the and pay y'all niggas
Shit, what the