Uh, uh, yeah, this Beanie Sigel, that Philly caffeine with that silly rap Get your weight up, not your hate up, niggas Don't know how I play Quiet Town, we tie em down Haters wonderin' how I got a position with rock Cause I listen to the locks and I listen to watch Why you still sittin' in spots, ditchin' the cops? I'm in a Porsche box with Fox, listen and watch Or a steel gray Lexus GS4 Desert Eagle metal in the door, pedal to the floor I'm routin' down south and my aim is to score Eight cylinder screamin' *** the law Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of cash Hammers in the stash, scanners in the dash Radar detectives, troopers can't find us We bubble down ATL to hit the liners Then get plugged with some 30 South thugs Go all out thugs, go in your house thugs Talk ***, put blood in your mouth thugs 36 South thugs, stay on route thugs You not Mack, play Quiet Town, tie it down I supply it now, buy the pound Might front you a Q if you buy a pound If you didn't try then why would you try it now? Think cause Mack Rapp wouldn't fire around Until your crown, I lay you down, retire you clown And I clap niggas, nap niggas, kill the dirt Pat pat with the deuce deuce, it'll work Bitch ass niggas wearin' thong skirts Catch em early in the mornin' while they goin' to work But you pretty mother***ers stay stuck in the mirror And you weak ass niggas only bust out of fear I know y'all softenin' them feathers that they stuff in the beer I pack fubarettas, never bust in the air Swish your *** back, spit to my gats, sit back Pack four pieces like a Kit Kat, get that Cop Chris bought a six pack, Range Rove, dot six stack Benz coupe, drop six stack Buggy I-7 come out, ***, took the six back Swish the double R to double R's R, got to get that You see how we play, Pop Chris on the E-Wave Sunk in the seat, gettin' drunk with me Or the short bar, grill Simon, pop down P Why you chicken when you're chasin' your high with hot tea Niggas flash back money, life is they money Slap 500 on back of a 320 I'm bringin' it to any nigga tryin' to see veins With them bull*** Buggy I-Kits and CE Well I'm a little nigga, don't speak I told Heath, hit his shutdown, your whole operation on the street Bleak, you know niggas just had to recruit this My flow drool out like a old nigga toothless Who would believe they pump bleak with Ritalin Too hyped up, the weed calm my adrenaline Broke day on the strip, SK in the crib Hundred crack vows, plan to binge Nickel nine gleam, like it's armor rolled up My squad be armed up, got your niggas arms up Who the *** want what, me and Beans tromped up With your town under siege, Dillinger in the sleeve If I gun jam, you niggas squeeze on me You niggas them cats, gotta call D's on me I'm on on my off game, need a stadium for in-stores Floors changed and I pimp Hall State Smoked out, shirt be poked out With the snub nose, eight, six to jump out You eat what you spit, mother***er die clean For you actin' tough cats, in your heart you serene I read your body lingo, you all balanced in a Warnham angle You want a challenge, get it brought to from every angle This ***'ll slow him down, I bet that Your up front doe, and your six bet that Snassy fox from brick money, cop me a drop You know how I run it, six hundred, glassy top Rock the light gray wrist ***, flash the rocks The red, the yellow, the green, cause the traffic stops Bitch, please, never freeze, gon' blast the block Then I show a little cleave and breeze past the cops Your talk slick, but suck dick for money in your hand I'm like, bitch, I got more money than your man Why you get your knees scraped up? Come along your glands ***, I'm in the B-twins, ballin' on your tramps Your hoes greasy, so I keep my bitch easy Rookie, *** you know about Glocks and a pop book You know not to rock that ***, parod that *** It's got that ***, don't see the block that *** Hollow points, top that ***, *** you tryna aim Pop that ***, yeah, nigga, Fox got that *** You see the ice wrist ***, can you cop that ***? Chanel, crocodile, ostrich ***, woah You know my style, I be spinnin' they cash And I show they little dicks some celebrity ass And get em brick, I know it's foul to get the nigga *** brick But ***, I let em live and lick the tip of my *** Said a Romano, more some rose petals, candles and *** Want some hydro like a nigga grew a plant in my *** So that's what it is, that's why them hoes be mad at my *** See me wildin' in a four six, dialin' on they bum ass God SMC, y'all bitches is little foxes See my girls frontin', flossin' they little watches Chris, I pops it, ***in' a nigga topless Cats, I fouls on em, hoes, I fouls on em Nigga, where y'all at, can hear y'all laugh Over here, hustle from where, clear y'all lap ***, Greyhound bitch, stay down bitch And y'all know Jigga sent me here to lay down *** I will spray y'all niggas, will waste y'all niggas Cause I'll *** the nigga and pay y'all niggas ***, what the *** What the ***
