[00:00:00] 4-5-6 - Foxy Brown [00:00:00] Written by:Malik Cox/Dwight Grant/Inga Marchand/Bernard Parker [00:00:03] Ughh ughh yeah [00:00:07] This is Beanie Sigel [00:00:09] That philly cat who ain't with that silly rap [00:00:12] Put your weight up not your hate up niggas [00:00:15] Y'all know how I play quiet towns and tie 'em down [00:00:19] Haters wonderin' how I got a position with Roc [00:00:21] Cuz I listen to the lox and I listen then watch [00:00:24] While you still sittin' in spots ditchin' the cops [00:00:26] I'm in the Porsche Box with Fox glistenin' watch [00:00:29] War steel gray Lexus GS 4 [00:00:31] Desert Eagle metal in the door pedal to the floor [00:00:34] I'm routin' down South for my aim is to score [00:00:36] Eight cylinder screamin' f**k the law [00:00:39] Got a tank full of gas trunk full of cash [00:00:41] Hammers in the stash scanners in the dash [00:00:44] Radar detectors troopers can't find us [00:00:46] We bubble down ATL and hit the Linas [00:00:49] Then get clubbed with some Dirty South thugs [00:00:51] Go all out thugs go in your house thugs [00:00:53] Talk shit put blood in your mouth thugs [00:00:56] 36 south stuck stay on route thugs [00:00:58] You know how Mac play quiet town tie it down [00:01:01] I supply it now by the pound [00:01:03] Might front you a Q if you buy a pound [00:01:05] If you didn't try it then why would you try it now [00:01:08] Think cause Mac rap I wouldn't fire a round into your crown [00:01:11] I lay you down and retire you clown [00:01:13] And I clap niggas nap niggas in the dirt [00:01:16] Pat pat with the deuce deuce it'll work [00:01:18] Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts [00:01:20] Catch 'em early in the mornin' while they goin' to work [00:01:23] See you pretty motherf**kers stay stuck in the mirror [00:01:25] And you weak ass niggas only bust out of fear [00:01:27] I know y'all softer than them feathers that they stuff in a bear [00:01:30] I pack two barettas never bust in the air [00:01:32] Twist your shit back spit til my gat sits back [00:01:35] Pack four pieces like a Kit Kat Heh get that [00:01:38] Cop Cris' by the six pack Range Rov' dot six that [00:01:41] Benz coupe drop six that [00:01:42] Buggy eye seven come out shit took the six back [00:01:45] Switch the double R the double R's are gotta get that [00:01:48] You see how we play pop Cris' on the E way [00:01:50] Soakin' the seat gettin' drunk with bleek [00:01:52] Or the Shark Bar grilled salmon poppin' dom P [00:01:55] While you chicken when you chasin' your high with hot tea [00:01:57] Niggas flashin' back money like it's they money [00:02:00] Slap 500 on back of a three twenty [00:02:02] I'm bringin' it to any nigga tryin' to shoot games yeah [00:02:05] With them bullshit buggy eyed kits and CDs [00:02:07] Well I'm a lil' nigga don't speak I tote heat [00:02:09] Here to shut down your whole operation on the street [00:02:12] Bleek you know niggas just had to recruit this [00:02:14] My flow drool out like a old nigga toothless [00:02:17] Who would believe they pump Bleek with Ritalin [00:02:19] Too hyped up but weed calm my adrenaline [00:02:22] Roll day on the strip SK in the crib [00:02:24] Hundred crack viles playin' the Benj' [00:02:26] Nickel nine gleam like it's Armor All'd up [00:02:29] My squad be armed up gotcha niggas' arms up [00:02:31] Who the f**k want what me and Bean's trumped up [00:02:34] Witcha town under siege Dillinger in the sleeve [00:02:36] If my gun jam you niggas'll squeeze on me [00:02:39] You niggas them cats that'll call D's on me [00:02:41] I'm on on my off game need a stadium for in stores [00:02:44] Floss chains and I pimp whores stay smoked out [00:02:47] Shirt be poked out with the snub nosed eight [00:02:50] Six to jump out you eat what you spit [00:02:52] Motherf**ker die clean [00:02:53] For you actin' tough cats but in your heart you serene [00:02:55] I read your body languo [00:02:57] You off balance and don't wanna mangle [00:02:58] You want a challenge get it brought to from every angle [00:03:01] This shit'll slow 'em down I bet that [00:03:03] Your up front dough and your six bet that motherf**ker