[Production by Buckwild]
[Verse 1: Beanie Mac]
Yo Beanie Mac rap guerrilla
I'm out for the skrilla
Face it ain't no replacement for this k**a
Keep your hands where I can see em
Don't make me nervous
This 4-4 auto mag
You don't deserve this
Kids either don't make me make u a believa
I do a lotta talkin I speak wit the heater
I'll run up in your crib put some in your wig
Your baby's cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib
And I want everything not just some of the sh**
Got n***as comin home at night like you son of b**h
n***a done took me off yeah you shook and soft
You can't blink around no crook
One look you lost
n***as'll find your b**h to find your bricks
See if you love your b**h or you love your chips
4-4 snub sh** sendin slugs to the whip
Beanie Sigel desert eagle I love this thug sh**
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Yo what you really know what a thug about
Locked up in the bing no grub about
On the block doin your thing slingin d** about
Tell me what you really know what a thug about
[Verse 2: Beanie Mac]
A true thugs spreads his game, link up and bubble
While n***as stay in one lane like the Lincoln Tunnel
I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle
I know how to play cee-lo, set it off like Cleo
Ain't no tellin' - First Union or Mellon
First n***a that move put two up in his melon
From the 9-two-m Beretta Parabellum
And I run through cats
I'm a true gun cat
One nickel
One black
Who want that
I done schooled my youngins
Gave tools to my youngins
Broke food wit my youngins
Broke rules wit my youngins
Spark my way outta sh** and had bad run in's
Talked my way outta sh** and near d**h come in
Real thugs do what they want say what they feel
They never front they keep it real
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[Verse 3: Beanie Mac]
n***as claim to be thugs you real f**in s**as
Quick a** runnin good f**in duckas
Obey the rules when my Glock unloads
Cause when I start firin stop drop and roll
Duck behind cars hide behind poles
Know I live by the code anything goes
Real thugs stand up straight they never fold
And they don't know sh** if anything ever blows
Thugs don't wanna talk sh** out
They wanna spark sh** out
Till the cops come an chalk sh** out
Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holsta
Face off like Cage and Travolta
If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya
Talk behind their back a thug gonna approach ya
Right amount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya
Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta