R. City - Go Low lyrics

[Intro: Rock City] Right about now... Anthalon time Now dun Tell em Rude bwoy East coast, west coast all the way to da down south Everybody this [?] kicking em out Let da man know we large [Verse 1: Beanie Sigel] It's the Broad Street Bully Back, ready to lock in My hand on my twins, underneath where my co*k ends, (No no no, no no no) n***as got cute once they heard I was locked in But here's where all the bull sh** 'bout the Roc ends, (Ay) Fresh over the barbed wire it's the live wire Disrespectful, ignorant n***a, You s** my dick Drink my piss, can eat my sh** Strictly raw-dog when I enter you n***as, (No no no, no no..) No pause, no h*mo, no vaseline When I end a n***a slowmo with that broomstick n***a, (Yeah) The boss'll dash when that glick start chopping All y'all f*gs is drag b**h you'll lip off poppin' Whatchu know about the S.P. hardheads Ruthless then them n***as that ran in Jabar crib, Flood that strip With 50 shakes, big beards and bald heads Scared couldn't rent no space where law fear, (No no, no no) You n***as don't want it with fat boy You'd rather get your hair permed & pulled, Hit with a strap on I'm a grown a** man, I don't play no games d**h could be your destiny child if you say my name [Hook] We fire gun shots to the ceiling Yo disrespected us you're bleeding now No witness na leavin' We puttin' everybody down on the floor, (Hey) So go low, (Low) Everybody go low So go low Everybody go low [Verse 2: Beanie Sigel] I'm what the game' missin' (Yes) Young n***a old soul still kickin' New game old rules no snitchin'(Yes) New connect fewer digits, Old money new b**hes, (HEY) Paper ain't sh**, I pistol whip A hundred thou' on the swiss movement About a dolla imma get to it And I'm a monster on that thick fluid I run through problems like Tony but I don't sniff through it I just rock it and spin it the water stick to it Every Day I'm Hustlin', Push It harder than Rick do it, (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) I keep it Cannon like Nick do See me in the streets U Don't Know Me like Flip do ya? (Whoa!) Disturb the Peace like Cris do it, (Hey!) I bring the Rucker like Skip to ya, (Hey!) Hey young worl' Do you like it when I talk slick to ya Broad Street Bully Back b**h! [Hook] [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] I'm what the game lackin' Like Joe no Jackson's Like Kobe' no Shaqin' Like James no Magic You n***as got the game ba** akcwards, Same by rights Nobody sufferin' the repercussions for they actions I'm 'bout to get back on my geographic You know South Philly muhf**as k** at will On site, broad daylight, (We k**in' it, We k**in' it) Peel that steel 30 shots in the extended, Don't tempt me Short fuse no wick on it Broad shoulder with a chip on it Get off my dick put yo' b**h on it Man I'm the sh** with no stink on it, You smell me? (No no no no no) f** you gon' tell me n***a See it's the real dookie You just a new jacked pookie I ain't one o' yo' boys in da hood I'm a menace in dis Waste deep repin' State P biotch! [Hook] No no no, no no no Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Beanie Sigel And Rock City you know see you in trouble now Konvict Music & State Property a run dem down (dem down) Stop it! Hey!