| Lyrics: | [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 |
