4-5-6 lyrics

Artist	Foxy Brown
Album(s)	Chyna Doll

Lyrics

[Beanie seigel]
Ughh, ughh, yeah
This is beanie seigel
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 rock
Cuz I listen to the lox and I listen then watch
While you still sittin' in spot, ditchin' the cops
I'm in the porsche box with fox, glistenin' watch
Wore 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 thug, 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 cue if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why would you try it now?
Think cuz mac rat wouldn't fire a round into your crown
I lay you down and retire you clown

And I clap niggas, nat niggas kid a 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
Hey you pretty motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror
And you weak ass niggas only buss out the fear
I know y'all softer than them feathers that they stuf in the bear
I pack two barettas, never bust in their ear
Twist your shit back, spit 'til my gat sit 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
Sunk in the seat, gettin' drunk with bleek
Or the shark bar, grill salmon, poppin' dom p
While you chicken wingin you chasin' your high with hot tea
Niggas flashin' ac money like it's they money
Slap 500 on back of a three-twenty
I'm bringin' it to any nigga tryin' to see beans (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 ritilin
Too hyped up, but weed calm my adrenaline
Broke day on the strip, sk in the crib
Hundred crack viles, playin' the bench'
Nickel nine gleam, like this armoral-ed up
My squad be armed up, gotcha niggas' arms up
Who the fuck want what? me and bean's trumped up
Witcha town under seige, dillinger in the sleave
If my gun jam, you niggas squeeze on me
You niggas them cats got the code-d's on me
I'm on on my off game, leave the stadium for in stores
Floss chains and I pimp whores, stay smoked out
Shirt be poked out with the slums knows eight
Six to jump out, you eat what you spit
Motherfucker die clean
For you actin' tought cats, but in your heart you serene
I read your body languo
You want violence and don't wanna mingle
You want a challange get it brought to for every angle
This shit'll slow 'em down, I bet that
Ya up front dough and your six backed out, motherfucker

[Foxy brown]
Sassy fox I'm brick money, cop me a drop
You know how I run it, 600, glassy top
Rock the light gray wrist shit, flash the rocks
The red, the yellow, the green, causin' traffic stops
Bitch please, never freeze, gon blast the glock
Then I show a little cleave' and breeze past the cops
You talk slick but suck dick for money in y'all hand
I'm like 'bitch, I got more money than your man'
While you get your knees scraped up, cum all on your glands
Shit, I'm in the v twinz ballin'on them tramps
Y'all hoes greasy, so I keep the bitch easy
Rookie, fuck you know about glocks and pop boogie?
You know na na rock that shit, paradat that shit
And escad that shit, dolce gabbat that shit
Hollow points, top that shit, fuck you tryin' to aim
Pop that shit, yeah, nigga, fox got that shit
You see the ice wrist shit, can you cop that shit
Channel crocodile and ostrich shit, whoa
You know my style, I be spendin' they cash
And I'll show their little dick some celebrity ass
And get 'em a brick, I know what style to get them niggas shit brick
Well, fuck, I let 'em live and lick the tip of my shit
Said it remind 'em of some rose petals, candles, and shit
Or some hydro like the nigga grew a plant on my shit
So that's what it is, that's why them hoes is mad at my shit
See me wildin' in the four-six, stylin' on them bum-ass
Goddess mc, y'all bitches is little foxes
See my girls' friends, tossin' they little watches
Cris? I pops it. fuckin' a nigga topless
Cats? I fouls on. hoes? I styles on, nigga
Wear y'all out then air y'all out
Over here? hustle from where, clear all out
Shit, greyhound bitch, stay down bitch
And I know jigga see me here to lay down shit
I will spray y'all niggas, waste y'all niggas
Cuz I fucked the nigga and pay y'all niggas
Shit, what the fuck

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