*featuring Memphis Bleek, Beanie Sigel
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[Beanie Sigel]
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Ughh, ughh, yeah
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This is Beanie Sigel
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That Philly cat who ain't with that silly rap
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Put your weight up, not your hate up, niggas
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Y'all know how I play quiet towns and tie 'em down
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Haters wonderin' how I got a position with Roc
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Cuz I listen to The LOX and I listen then watch
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While you still sittin' in spots, ditchin' the cops
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I'm in the Porsche Box with Fox, glistenin' watch
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War steel gray, Lexus, GS-4
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Desert Eagle metal in the door, pedal to the floor
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I'm routin' down South, for my aim is to score
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Eight cylinder, screamin' 'Fuck the law!'
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Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of cash
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Hammers in the stash, scanners in the dash
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Radar detectors, troopers can't find us
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We bubble down ATL and hit the 'Linas
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Then get clubbed with some Dirty South thugs
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Go all out thugs, go in your house thugs
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Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
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36 South stuck, stay on route thugs
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You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
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I supply it now, by the pound
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Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
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If you didn't try it then, why would you try it now?
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Think cause Mac rap, I wouldn't fire a round into your crown
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I lay you down and retire you clown
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And I clap niggas, nap niggas in the dirt
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Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll work
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Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts
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Catch 'em early in the mornin' while they goin' to work
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See you pretty motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror
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And you weak ass niggas only bust out of fear
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I know y'all softer than them feathers that they stuff in a bear
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I pack two barettas, never bust in the air
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Twist your shit back, spit til my gat sits back
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Pack four pieces like a Kit Kat. Heh, get that?
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Cop Cris' by the six-pack, Range Rov?' Dot six that
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Benz Coupe, drop six that
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Buggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six back
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Switch the Double R, the Double R's are, gotta get that
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You see how we play, pop Cris' on the E-Way
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Soakin' the seat, gettin' drunk with Bleek
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Or the Shark Bar, grilled salmon, poppin' Dom P
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While you chicken when you chasin' your high with hot tea
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Niggas flashin' back money like it's they money
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Slap 500 on back of a three-twenty
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I'm bringin' it to any nigga tryin' to shoot games (yeah)
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With them bullshit buggy-eyed kits and CDs
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[Memphis Bleek]
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Check it out, yo, yo
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Well, I'm a lil' nigga don't speak, I tote heat
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Here to shut down your whole operation on the street
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Bleek, you know niggas just had to recruit this
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My flow drool out like a old nigga toothless
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Who would believe they pump Bleek with Ritalin
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Too hyped up, but weed calm my adrenaline
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Roll day on the strip, SK in the crib
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Hundred crack viles, playin' the Benj'
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Nickel nine gleam, like it's Armor All'd up
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My squad be armed up, gotcha niggas' arms up
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Who the fuck want what? Me and Bean's trumped up
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Witcha town under siege, Dillinger in the sleeve
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If my gun jam, you niggas'll squeeze on me
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You niggas them cats, that'll call D's on me
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I'm on on my off game, need a stadium for in stores
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Floss chains and I pimp whores, stay smoked out
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Shirt be poked out with the snub-nosed eight
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Six to jump out, you eat what you spit
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Motherfucker die clean
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For you actin' tough cats, but in your heart you serene
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I read your body languo
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You off balance and don't wanna mangle
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You want a challenge, get it brought to from every angle
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This shit'll slow 'em down, I bet that
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Your up front dough and your six, bet that motherfucker
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[Foxy Brown]
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Sassy Fox some brick money, cop me a drop
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You know how I run it, 600, glassy top
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Rock the light gray wrist shit, flash them rocks
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The red, the yellow, the green, causin' traffic stops
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Bitch please, never freeze, gonna blast the glock
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Then I show a little cleave' and breeze past the cops
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You talk slick but suck dick for money in y'all hand
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I'm like, "Bitch, I got more money than your man"
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While you get your knees scraped up, cum all on your glands
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Shit, I'm in the V Twinz ballin' on you tramps
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Y'all hoes greasy, so I keep the bitch easy
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Rookie, fuck you know about glocks and pock' books?
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| Foxy Brown |
