[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 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 Bleek
Or the Shark Bar, grilled salmon, poppin’ Dom P
While you chicken when you chasin’ your high 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 drool out like a old nigga toothless
Who would believe they pump Bleek with Ritalin
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 it’s Armor All’d up
My squad be armed up, gotcha niggas’ arms up
Who the fuck want what? Me and Bean’s trumped up
Witcha town under siege, Dillinger in the sleeve
If my gun jam, you niggas’ll squeeze on me
You niggas them cats, that’ll call D’s on me
I’m on on my off game, need a stadium for in stores
Floss chains and I pimp whores, stay smoked out
Shirt be poked out with the snub-nosed eight
Six to jump out, you eat what you spit
Motherfucker die clean
For you actin’ tough cats, but in your heart you scream
I read your body languo
You off balance and don’t wanna mangle
You want a challenge, get it brought to from every angle
This shit’ll slow ’em down, I bet that
Your up front dough and your six, bet that motherfucker

[Foxy Brown]
Sassy Fox some brick money, cop me a drop
You know how I run it, 600, glassy top
Rock the light gray wrist shit, flash them 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

[Beanie Sigel]
1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy
What’s the problem shorty?

[Shorty]
Yeah whattup man
I’m the only nigga from Brooklyn out here man
I’m tryin to lock the spot down, holla at me

[Beanie Sigel]
Alright; hold on – Hova, line one

[Jay-Z]
Here’s a couple of suggestions of how you could finesse it
You find a dude in town, you send him a short message
Say, “Hey, I’m new in town, I don’t know my way around
but I got some soft white that’s sure to come back brown
I get that butter all night
cause most niggaz don’t know a brick from a bike
They keep buyin hard white
And if you free tomorrow night we can meet and discuss price
FYI, I never been robbed in my life”
Or — you find a chick, shit, you hole up in her crib and
let her introduce you ’round town like her man
Shake hands, make friends like it’s all innocent
then — before they look up you sellin the town cook-up
Or — gorilla pimp, come up on that killer shit
Take a nigga brick, smack him, then you sell it back to them
Still there Brooklyn?

[Shorty]
Yeah yeah that’s gangsta, I think I’ma roll with that one

[Jay-Z]
Make out a check for eight hundred dollars
Jigga Man, holla {*click*, *dial tone*}

[Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy
[Chris] Whassup Sig? This Chris out the Young Guns dog
[Beans] Whattup?
[Chris] I’m ready to smash these niggaz in the rap game
The niggaz takin too long with that advance money and shit
[Beans] Yeah
[Chris] Talkin ’bout chill, chill don’t pay the bills
[Beans] Yeah I feel that
[Chris] I know you well connected dog
Let me holla at somebody real
[Beans] Aight look, I got the perfect person for you, hold on
Bleek, line two

[Memphis Bleek]
Listen shorty, you wanna roll just give me the word
I ain’t got time for a sentence all that shit is absurd
You find a strip first, if you don’t cook find a bitch first
If you don’t hustle find a nigga who pitch first
You new in town, no red and blue in town, there’s gangs
Don’t get fresh, let ’em know you small change
The strong move quiet, the weak start riots
We know you got a brick but sell ’em twenties til they tired
With no credit, you know you sick with that gotta eat fetish
and other niggaz who gettin it – DEAD IT
Make ’em an offer that they can’t refuse
He resists, box him in, til he can’t be moved
Here’s the rules: chop it, bag it, stash it, stack it
Get in, get out – that’s a O.G.’s classic
900-Hustler, you pass it around
Wanna speak to me direct, hit extension trey-pound, I’m out
{*click*, *dial tone*}

[Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your dog
What seem to be the problem young boy?
[MDKHN] Yo whattup, this Murder Def Kill Homicide Nigga
(??) I got two freaks
[Beans] Yo watch your fuckin mouth man
[MDKHN] Fuck you mean watch my mouth nigga?
Been on hold for about two hours nigga
[Beans] I don’t give a fuck how long you been on the line;
shut the fuck up! Matter of fact, hold on
{*click*, *classical type music plays*}
[MDKHN] I know this nigga ain’t just put.. put me on hold man
This bullshit-ass elevator music
[Beans] Free, pick up line five

[Free]
First things first, watch what you say out your mouth
when you talkin on the phone to hus-tlers
Never play the house, stink ‘dro, keep weed in the couch
when you sittin in the presence of cus-tomers
Never hold out, pull out, throw heat and be out
if a nigga ever think that he touchin-ya
Lay low, get cake, whip all over the state
Stash dough, whip yay with, right amount of bake (hoe!)
Nigga too close went right around his place (yo!)
You stoppin dough when we clutchin the gats?
I know you heard “Friend or Foe,” this ain’t different from that
Make sure