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s**t, this s**t right here...is for the thugs in the streetDo yall here me?
s**t, and this s**t right here...will get you mugged in the street
Beanie Seagal
Beanie Segal hit hard, and I'll wire ya jaw
Trademark eyes, give them perminant scars
Twist backwards, never catch me rollin' cigars
Only c*ck and blow, dro out of perservative jars
On the block serving like I never heard of the law
Cops h*t the spot fk it, mad bro to bar
fk crack, flip powder, I aint takin' a loss
Plus if I get sn*tched, its less time for the song
I was been known to stroll the block, hold the glock
Blow dro, pick up doe, reload the spot
I'm the s**t with crushed ice and some arm and hammer
I'm the reason why smokers steal car antenna's
I get bricks, so you know I make big nicks
the size of Chiclets, that make you pr*cks sick
While you try to profit, i just flip quick
Ya know my flow be sick, my doe be quick
Infra Red
Now when you wake upI'm wiping the cold out your eys with the barrel of the gun
Holding your son, smoking Branson
Blowing smoke in your face, I want the ransom and some
His s**t'll get the opposite of handsomeI mean I got to come clean
I've done bagged up and served every fiend MC in the feds magazine
I'm what y'all haven't seenI sw*llow kerosene and pi*s out gassoline
Strike a match and burn the fking scene
I'm no joker - I could blow you in the smoke
and make your man a second hand smoker.
I'm so vulgar - I'm sendin' straight back to their maker
Broke, with a PlayStation for a CD player, see me player?
I dont even play that s**tI just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my s**t
Yall got a bible? Well pray in that s**t
While I smoke a scripture, reload, come to rip ya
NuChild
Peep the illest s**t that I ever wrote
Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throatChoke nigg* choke, I'm dope
Roll me up and smoke, on contact react, and play me back
For doe, I'll murder ever nigg* not on this track
I spit back, at any nigg* claimin' he teflon
The best don? Be the next nigg* get stepped on
A sick dude, type to ask God "You wanna battle?"
"I could care less, send me hell I like to travel"After waxin' him, I wax you
Smack you, clap you, and thats two I left lookin' like statues
I have to, bring it to these cowards that talk hard
Some jail s**t? Never even walked through a junk yardI thump hard
Make a nigg* yell for crew quickA true b*tch, eat a nigg* up like a chew-stick
Too rich, is what I plan to be in the 9-9
Its all mine, f*g*ts ride bench when its crunch time
So bump mine, make a nigg* lean off the opiumYou ethiopian
Willie , we scoping 'em, and roping 'emDo a nigg* Rosewood style
Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his child
Mysonne
Its Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm
Poppin' in their sleep so they die calm
Kill or be killed, thats the that I'm on
Its desparoto style, shooting at them side armI'm bomb, see I'm dope like heroin
And my guns got scopes, so they zero inFrom here on in, know I fear no men
And muth*rfk shootin' five, here go ten
Know that if you start a problem, there's no end
You tough? Fight death and be a hero then
call me Poppiseed, I'll pop your seed
And move bricks on the block thats too hot to breath
I'm a real type of nigg*, that c*ck and squeeze
Y'all them second guess f*g*ts, that c*ck and freeze
So I fk with real , like The Lox and D
And yall got problems, just watch and see
Drag-On
I'm the kid with the unlaced boots, but'll lace you
Leave a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel
All my bullets h*t, never graze youIf you never was s**t, I'ma promise you this
I'ma front page you, I'ma young'n
The first one there, and the last one to get to running
Unless you tell me the cops coming
Cuz I like to feel assed out, so when they trap me I blast out
I'm quiet my gun gotta bad mouthI wake up with the mad south
You know how many s and jews Drag's done dragged out, on a cash route?
Cuz when I walk in, stop the talking
I dont give a fk if its a nigg* with a walkmanI'ma put him in a coffin
Soon as I step inI'm runnin' up on the nigg* with the thick lens
I'm tryin to get the benz with the thick rims
Double R, soon half of us'll goto jailThe rest? The studio, 16 bars to post bail