[Beanie Seigel]. Ughh ughh yeah. This is Beanie Seigel. 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 rock. Cuz I listen to The LOX and I listen then watch. While you still sittin' in spot ditchin' the cops. I'm in the Porsche Box with Fox glistenin' watch. Wore steel gray Lexus GS-4. That's an evil metal when the dog pedals 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 cue if you buy a pound. If you didn't try it then why would you try it now?. Then cuz Mac rat wouldn't fire a round into your crown. I lay you down and retire you clown. And I clap niggas nat niggas kid a 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. Hey you pretty motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror. And you weak ass niggas only buss out the fear. I know y'all softer than them feathers that they stuf in the dear. I pack two barettas never bust in their ear. Twist your shit back spit 'til my gats is 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 glee. Or the sharp bar grill Simon poppin' Dom P. Why you chicken when you chasin' your how 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 (yeah). With them bullshit buggy-eyed kits and CDs. [Memphis Bleek]. 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 drewl out like a old nigga toothless. Who would believe they pump Bleek with Ritilin. 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 this Armoral-ed up. My squad be armed up gotcha niggas' arms up. Who the fuck want what? Me and Bean's trumped up. Witcha town under seige Dillinger in the sleave. If my gun jam you niggas squeeze on me. You niggas them cats got the code-d's on me. I'm on to my off game leave the stadium for in stores. Floss chains and I pimp whores stay smoked out. Shirt be poked out with the slums knows eight. Six to jump out you eat what you spit. Motherfucker die clean. For you actin' tought cats but in your heart you scream. I read your body languo. You want violence and don't wanna mingle. You want a challange get it brought to for every angle. This shit'll slow 'em down I bet that. Ya up front dough and your six backed out motherfucker. [Foxy Brown]. Sassy Fox some brick money cop 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 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' them tramps. Y'all hoes greasy so I keep bitch easy. Rookie fuck you know about glocks and pock' books?. You know Na Na rock that shit Parada that shit. And Scotch 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. Channel 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 me wildin' in the four-six stylin' on them bum-ass. Goddess MC 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. Wear y'all out then air y'all out. 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. Shit what the fuck.