[Beanie Sigel]
Ughh, ughh, yeah
This is Beanie Sigel
That Philly cat playin' wit that 
silly rap
Put your weight up, not your hate 
up, niggas
Y'all know how I play quiet towns 
and tie 'em down
Haters wonderin' how I got a 
position with Roc
Cuz I listen to The LOX and I listen
 then watch
While you still sittin' in spots, 
ditchin' the cops
I'm in the Porsche Box with Fox, 
glistenin' watch
War steel gray, Lexus, GS-4
Desert Eagle metal in the door, 
pedal to the floor
I'm routin' down South, for my aim 
is to score
Eight cylinder, screamin' 'Fuck the 
law!'

Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of cash Hammers in the stash, scanners in the dash Radar detectors, troopers can't find us We bubble down ATL and hit the 'Linas Then get clubbed with some Dirty South thugs Go all out thugs, go in your house thugs Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs 36 South stuck, stay on route thugs You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down I supply it now, by the pound Might front you a Q if you buy a pound If you didn't try it then, why would you try it now? Think cause Mac rap, I wouldn't fire a round into your crown I lay you down and retire you clown And I clap niggas, nap niggas in the dirt Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll work Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts Catch 'em early in the mornin' while they goin' to work See you pretty motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror And you weak ass niggas only bust out of fear I know y'all softer than them feathers that they stuff in a bear I pack two barettas, never bust in the air Twist your shit back, spit til my gat sits back Pack four pieces like
Composição: Inga MarchandColaboração e revisão: Cristina Pacheco

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