Versuri 16. Beat Club

Beat club 
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Uhh uhh Timbaland, uhh, uhh uhh 
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One, two, three, here we go 
 
Yo, who wanna wreck you with the iller thug, super killer thug 
You know that thug that's used to doin' it out the dub 
I go Shaft on niggaz, don't make me have to call my killers 
Staff on niggaz, get bloodbaths for all you niggaz 
Yo, I ain't tryna talk shit straight up I walk this shit 
I'm used to bossin' shit and offin' clips 
See hood is around my way, they talk often quick 
To us you spit, and leave that nigga coffin shit 
 
See we gang, we never bought it in the streets, I slang 
Peeps I train to hustle, get it take out names 
Let me bang and spread it all around the project blocks 
I'm sick with glocks, now bitches get ridiculous jocks 
Now thug filthy niggaz walkin' through your club with blunts 
Grill with fronts, keep Henny on the spill for months 
I get trucks from the bitches and the niggaz I crush 
And figure the last niggaz that fuck with us 
 
Yo, Mag never roll with a gun, Mag roll with a two-case 
Get up in some beef niggaz end up with a screw face 
Besides that I got a gang of P-town niggaz with court cases 
And they all gettin' life 
We can be enemies after fuckin' your wife, or runnin' train on 'em 
Piss on a slut, let it rain on 'em 
But I'd rather put my brain on 'em 
Look at the bitch, she got a frame on 'em 
 
Mag hit it then came on 'em 
"Alias" if you with me you ride 
Get in the back of the Lex' and be out of your tux 
Label me "Alias" from my respects to crack this case 
I'm past bein' berserk, nigga, look at my face 
I got an ill way of showin' my pain 
Fuck talkin' how I'm hurt, Mag take out his brain 
I'm goin' insane and y'all niggaz, hatin' my thang 
Mag the illest nigga spittin', fuck the simple and plain 
 
Sin the reason why rap ain't gon' be the same 
First niggaz speak my name, off with his brain 
Put the heat to his back, clap his lungs collapse 
If I would sell, six plat', I'm done with rap 
How many y'all gotta touch, then found out Sin's too much 
Uncut, can't touch 
You remind me, of pussy, you bitch ass nigga 
Up North, drawers off, snitch ass nigga 
 
Now I'm hangin' with superstars and fuckin' them in the cocktail room 
After the nuttin', sweep 'em out with the broom 
Mag ghetto as ever but mo' cheddar 
Used to smoke dub sacks now just pound [unverified] 
But I got a sweet tooth for crime but never kill 
I run with steel, stay in the house, put my dick up in Jill 
Poppin' usin' the pill, never did it before 
I wanna see how it feel, when you fuck wit' my skill 
 
I make a mil' [unverified], pussy much fine in weather 
Fam's wipin' they tongues a little 
Mag run for the street, or for the block 
Brand new cribs still dissin' the pot 
Some bums take change see 
Neighbors lookin' at Mag strangely 
Find thyself, hangin' from a tree 
But I'm a real life gleeful 
"Alias" is next, but that nigga ain't diesel [unverified] 
 
Yo, I used to keep it on the low when I was younger 
But now I'm big boss in the game, come let me show you somethin' 
So whatchu need is a tech or a four five calico with a nose wide 
And women don't know when to slow slide 
My A-K in the cut, with my 'dro hidin' 
I keep them hookers holdin' my fort, and keep a low vibe 
I heard the feds hate me 'cuz I'm so live 
From five o'clock to four oh five sellin' quarters and dimes 
 
Even Magoo got a watch, I ain't dumb 
Ain't no familiars in this place where I'm slingin' it from 
I got wholesale weight, that low sale weight 
Or any kind of weight that make my dough flow straight 
'Cuz I'm, oh, so great, real thugs, no fake 
That's why they down to play me on radio stations and rotations 
Thugs hate, everything I stand fo', throw hands fo' 
Make plans fo', roll on yo' camp fo' 
 
Laid back in the same colored Escalade 
Run over rappers that test the brake 
Leave you under the jeep and test your faith 
Put it in reverse and, crush your face 
Go to court, tell the judge fuck the case 
Go to jail, no bail, cut your face 
Get it right nigga, you dealin' with apes 
I came for the safe now show me the cake, uhh 
 
Listen, as soon I'm on the show you struggle in raps 
Anticipate nickel plates, man, right where you sat 
Like a panel nigga under your shirt, picture that 
How your child's gonna burp when you losin' your lap? 
Hey, I'm bringin' the shade, don't floss in the day 
Niggaz think they so cold like they jewelry okay 
I'm hittin' hoes, respondin' like you charmin' the dame 
Crackin' up like, "Damn, which one of y'all paid?" 
 
A pretty boy got hookers thinkin' that the blows don't trade 
That's the day that the curls slide under the braid 
I'll give you somethin' sharp to raise that line in your fade 
Different ligaments torn for every round that's sprayed 
Puttin' hoes into groups and spittin' them up like Jake 
Du-rags ain't safe, bullets skip through waves 
I'll hop drive thru, pop somethin' in Dave 
I ain't from around yo' way, nigga, I'm from V A