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Текст песни Foxy Brown f Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek - 4-5-6

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[Beanie Sigel]Ughh, ughh, yeahThis is Beanie SigelThat Philly cat who ain`t with that silly rapPut your weight up, not your hate up, niggasY`all know how I play quiet towns and tie `em downHaters wonderin` how I got a position with RocCuz I listen to The LOX and I listen then watchWhile you still sittin` in spots, ditchin` the copsI`m in the Porsche Box with Fox, glistenin` watchWar steel gray, Lexus, GS-4Desert Eagle metal in the door, pedal to the floorI`m routin` down South, for my aim is to scoreEight cylinder, screamin` `Fuck the law!`Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of cashHammers in the stash, scanners in the dashRadar detectors, troopers can`t find usWe bubble down ATL and hit the `LinasThen get clubbed with some Dirty South thugsGo all out thugs, go in your house thugsTalk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs36 South stuck, stay on route thugsYou know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it downI supply it now, by the poundMight front you a Q if you buy a poundIf you didn`t try it then, why would you try it now?Think cause Mac rap, I wouldn`t fire a round into your crownI lay you down and retire you clownAnd I clap niggas, nap niggas in the dirtPat-pat with the deuce deuce, it`ll workBitch ass niggas wearin` thongs and skirtsCatch `em early in the mornin` while they goin` to workSee you pretty motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirrorAnd you weak ass niggas only bust out of fearI know y`all softer than them feathers that they stuff in a bearI pack two barettas, never bust in the airTwist your shit back, spit til my gat sits backPack four pieces like a Kit Kat. Heh, get that?Cop Cris` by the six-pack, Range Rov?` Dot six thatBenz Coupe, drop six thatBuggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six backSwitch the Double R, the Double R`s are, gotta get thatYou see how we play, pop Cris` on the E-WaySoakin` the seat, gettin` drunk with BleekOr the Shark Bar, grilled salmon, poppin` Dom PWhile you chicken when you chasin` your high with hot teaNiggas flashin` back money like it`s they moneySlap 500 on back of a three-twentyI`m bringin` it to any nigga tryin` to shoot games (yeah)With them bullshit buggy-eyed kits and CDs[Memphis Bleek]Check it out, yo, yoWell, I`m a lil` nigga don`t speak, I tote heatHere to shut down your whole operation on the streetBleek, you know niggas just had to recruit thisMy flow drool out like a old nigga toothlessWho would believe they pump Bleek with RitalinToo hyped up, but weed calm my adrenalineRoll day on the strip, SK in the cribHundred crack viles, playin` the Benj`Nickel nine gleam, like it`s Armor All`d upMy squad be armed up, gotcha niggas` arms upWho the fuck want what? Me and Bean`s trumped upWitcha town under siege, Dillinger in the sleeveIf my gun jam, you niggas`ll squeeze on meYou niggas them cats, that`ll call D`s on meI`m on on my off game, need a stadium for in storesFloss chains and I pimp whores, stay smoked outShirt be poked out with the snub-nosed eightSix to jump out, you eat what you spitMotherfucker die clean For you actin` tough cats, but in your heart you sereneI read your body languoYou off balance and don`t wanna mangleYou want a challenge, get it brought to from every angleThis shit`ll slow `em down, I bet thatYour up front dough and your six, bet that motherfucker[Foxy Brown]Sassy Fox some brick money, cop me a dropYou know how I run it, 600, glassy topRock the light gray wrist shit, flash them rocksThe red, the yellow, the green, causin` traffic stopsBitch please, never freeze, gonna blast the glockThen I show a little cleave` and breeze past the copsYou talk slick but suck dick for money in y`all handI`m like, "Bitch, I got more money than your man"While you get your knees scraped up, cum all on your glandsShit, I`m in the V Twinz ballin` on you trampsY`all hoes greasy, so I keep the bitch easyRookie, fuck you know about glocks and pock` books?You know Na Na rock that shit, Pra-da that shitEs-ca that shit, Dolce Gabba that shitHollow points, top that shit, fuck you tryin` to aimPop that shit, yeah, nigga, Fox got that shitYou see the ice wrist shit, can you cop that shitChanel crocodile and ostrich shit, whoa!You know my style, I be spendin` they cashAnd I`ll show their little dick some celebrity ass And get `em a brick, I know what style to get them niggas shit realWell, fuck, I let `em live and lick the tip of my shitTo remind `em of some rose petals, candles, and shitOr some hydro like the nigga grew a plant in my shitSo that`s what it is, that`s why them hoes mad at my shitSee my whilin` in the four-six, stylin` on they bum assGoddess MC, y`all bitches is little FoxesI see my girls frontin`, tossin` they little watchesCris? I pops it. Fuckin` a nigga toplessCats? I fouls on. Hoes? I styles on, niggaWear y`all out then air y`all outOver here? Hustle from where, clear all outShit, greyhound bitch, stay down bitchAnd y`all know Jigga sent me here to lay down shitI will spray y`all niggas, will waste y`all niggasCause I fucked the nigga and paid y`all niggasShit, what the fuck

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