4-5-6

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, ughh, ughh, yeah, this is beanie sigel, that philly cat who ain't with 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 a kit kat. heh, get that?, cop cris' by the six-pack, range rov?' dot six that, benz coupe, drop six that, buggy eye seven come out? shit, took the six back, switch the double r, the double r's are, gotta get that, you see how we play, pop cris' on the e-way, soakin' the seat, gettin' drunk with bleek, or the shark bar, grilled salmon, poppin' dom p, while you chicken when you chasin' your high with hot tea, niggas flashin' back money like it's they money, slap 500 on back of a three-twenty, i'm bringin' it to any nigga tryin' to shoot games, with them bullshit buggy-eyed kits and cds, check it out, yo, yo, well, i'm a lil' nigga don't speak, i tote heat, here to shut down your whole operation on the street, bleek, you know niggas just had to recruit this, my flow drool out like a old nigga toothless, who would believe they pump bleek with ritalin, too hyped up, but weed calm my adrenaline, roll day on the strip, sk in the crib, hundred crack viles, playin' the benj', nickel nine gleam, like it's armor all'd up, my squad be armed up, gotcha niggas' arms up, who the fuck want what? me and bean's trumped up, witcha town under siege, dillinger in the sleeve, if my gun jam, you niggas'll squeeze on me, you niggas them cats, that'll call d's on me, i'm on on my off game, need a stadium for in stores, floss chains and i pimp whores, stay smoked out, shirt be poked out with the snub-nosed eight, six to jump out, you eat what you spit, motherfucker die clean, for you actin' tough cats, but in your heart you serene, i read your body languo, you off balance and don't wanna mangle, you want a challenge, get it brought to from every angle, this shit'll slow 'em down, i bet that, your up front dough and your six, bet that motherfucker, sassy fox some brick money, cop me a drop, you know how i run it, 600, glassy top, rock the light gray wrist shit, flash them rocks, the red, the yellow, the green, causin' traffic stops, bitch please, never freeze, gonna blast the glock, then i show a little cleave' and breeze past the cops, you talk slick but suck dick for money in y'all hand, i'm like, "bitch, i got more money than your man", while you get your knees scraped up, cum all on your glands, shit, i'm in the v twinz ballin' on you tramps, y'all hoes greasy, so i keep the bitch easy, rookie, fuck you know about glocks and pock' books?, you know na na rock that shit, pra-da that shit, es-ca that shit, dolce gabba that shit, hollow points, top that shit, fuck you tryin' to aim, pop that shit, yeah, nigga, fox got that shit, you see the ice wrist shit, can you cop that shit, chanel crocodile and ostrich shit, whoa!, you know my style, i be spendin' they cash, and i'll show their little dick some celebrity ass, and get 'em a brick, i know what style to get them niggas shit real, well, fuck, i let 'em live and lick the tip of my shit, to remind 'em of some rose petals, candles, and shit, or some hydro like the nigga grew a plant in my shit, so that's what it is, that's why them hoes mad at my shit, see my whilin' in the four-six, stylin' on they bum ass, goddess mc, y'all bitches is little foxes, i see my girls frontin', tossin' they little watches, cris? i pops it. fuckin' a nigga topless, cats? i fouls on. hoes? i styles on, nigga, wear y'all out then air y'all out, over here? hustle from where, clear all out, shit, greyhound bitch, stay down bitch, and y'all know jigga sent me here to lay down shit, i will spray y'all niggas, will waste y'all niggas, cause i fucked the nigga and paid y'all niggas, shit, what the fuck