Uh yeah this is Beanie Seigel   That philly cat playin' wit that silly rap   Put your weight up, not your hate up, niggas   You know how you play, quiet towns and tie 'em down   Haters wonderin' how I got my position with rock   'Cuz I listen to the lox and I to watch   While you still sittin' in spot, ditchin' the cops   I'm in the Porsche box with fox, listen and watch   War still gray, Lexus GS4      Doesn't even meddle when the dog pedal to the floor   I'm routin' down south, for my aim it to score   Eight cylinder, screamin' "Fuck the law"   Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of cash   Hammies in the stash, scandels in the dash   Radar detectors, troopers can't find us   We bubbled down ATL and hit the 'linas   Then get clubbed with some dirty south thugs      Ball out thugs, go in your house thugs   Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs   36 south thugs, stay on route thugs   You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down   I supply it now, by the pound   Might front you with a cube if you buy a pound   If you didn't try it then, why would you try it now?      Then 'cuz Mac rap, wouldn't fire a round   Til you frown, I lay you down and retire you clown   And I clap niggas, Mac niggas kiss 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      You pretty motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror   And you weak ass niggas only buss out the fair   I know y'all softer than them feathers   That get stuffed in the rear   I pack Berettas, never bust in their ear   Twist your shit back, spit 'til my gat sit back   Pack four pieces like a Kit Kat, get that?   Cock Cris bottle like a six-pack, Range roll dot six that   Benz Coupe, drop six that      Buggy eye seven come out shit, took the six pack   Switch the double R, the double Rs are, gotta get that   You see how we play, pop Cris on the E way   Soakin' the sea, gettin' drunk with glee   Only the sharp bar, grill Simon, pop Don P   While you chickin' when you chasin' your how with hot tea   Niggas flashin' that money like it's they money   Slack 500 on back of a tree twenty   I'm bringin' it to any nigga tryin' to servine   With them bullshit buggy I kiss 'em CDs      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 recrute this   My flow drew out like a old nigga toothless   Who wanna believe they pump bleek with 'renaline?   Too hyped up but weed calm my adrenaline   Roll day on the strip, S.K in the crib   Honey crack valve playin' the binge   Nickel nine gleam, like this armor rolled up      My squad be armed up, gotcha niggas' arms up   Who the fuck want what? Me and Bean's trumped up   Witcha town underseige, Dillenger in your sleave   My gun jammed, you niggas squeeze on me   You niggas them cats thata call these on me   I'm on on my off game, leave the stadium for in stores   Floss chains and I pimp whores, they smoked out      Shirt be poked out, when the slums know eight   Six to jump out, you eat what you spit   Motherfucker die clean before you actin' tought cat   But in your heart you scream   I read your body languo you want balance and a water mangle   You want a challange get a broad to every angle   This shit is slowed down, I bet that   Ya upfront dough, in your six bet that, motherfucker      Sassy fox some brick money, caught me a drop   You know how I run it, 600, glassy top   Rock them light gray wrist shit, flash the rocks   The red, the yellow, the green, 'causin' traffic stops   Bitch, please, never freeze, gonna blast the glock   Then I show all them to plead and breeze past the cops   You talk slick, 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, come all over your glands      Shit, I'm in the B Twinz ballin' them tramps   Y'all hoes greasy, so I keep bitch easy   Rookie, what the fuck you know about glocks and a pop book?   You know na na rock that shit, perrot that shit   And scotch that shit, don't see about that shit   Hollow points, top that shit, fuck 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, ostrich shit, whoa      You know my style, I be spinnin' they calves   And I'll show that little dick, some celebrity ass   Get 'em a brick, I know what style to get them niggas ship brick   Well, fuck, I let 'em live and lick the tip of my shit   To remind 'em with some rose petals, candles, and shit   Bust some hydro like the nigga grew up playin' my shit   So that's what it is, why them hoes mad at my shit   See me wildin' in the four-six, stylin' on them bum ass   Goddess in the sea, y'all bitches is littles foxes   See my girls' friends, tossin' they little watches      Cris? I pops it fuckin' a nigga topless   Cats? I fouls on hoes? I styles on, nigga   Why y'all laughin'? Ay y'all laugh   Over here? Hustle from where, clear all out   Shit, greyhound bitch, stay down bitch   And I know jigga see me here to lay down shit   I will spray y'all niggas, waste y'all niggas   'Cuz I fucked the nigga and pay y'all niggas   Yeah, what the fuck