Big Beast (feat. Bun B, T.I., and Trouble)

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Hardcore G shit, homie, I don't play around
 Ain't shit sweet bout the peach -- this Atlanta, clown
 Home of the dealers and the strippers and the clubs, though
 Catch you coming out that Magic City with a snub, ho
 Lurking in the club on tourist motherfuckers
 Welcome to Atlanta, up your jewelry, motherfucker!
 These monkey niggas looking for some Luda and Jermaine
 And all a nigga found was a Ruger and some pain
 Pow, motherfucker, pow! Come up off the chain
 Pow, motherfucker, pow! One off in the brain
 We some money-hungry wolves, and we down to eat the rich
 Your bodyguard ain't shit, we strip him like a stripper bitch
 These real-ass killers move in silence with violence
 The minute it set off, we the motherfucking wildest
 How you from Atlanta that they never speak upon
 Where everybody got a sack of dope and a gun
 And you know just how it go
 We ain't playing round with that bullshit
 Nigga, we ain't let that shit go
 When you come here, you better come correct
 This real G shit, you gotta show respect
 Once upon a time in the projects
 An O.G. saw a young Bun B as a prospect
 Thought that I would understand the streets from a very young age
 So he opened up the G code to the front page
 He sat me on the porch, said, "This where little dogs sit"
 Pointed at the yard, said, "That's where big dogs shit"
 He said, "Don't leave til your ass get growed
 And don't come back til your ass get throwed
 Whatever you want is whatever you can have
 Bring the pain and leave em wet, like they soaking in some salve
 When you step out on the ave, make sure they wanna see ya
 Cause being trill is an onomatopoeia
 Be about it like a G, a hater wanna catch you slipping
 Try to be a Jordan, but settle for a Pippen"
 Player, I ain't even tripping, but I don't really care
 Cause my pistol's in your face, so put your hands in the air
 And you know just how it go
 We ain't playing round with that bullshit
 Nigga, we ain't let that shit go
 When you come here, you better come correct
 This real G shit, you gotta show respect
 In a six, I'm riding with a pistol grip, banana clip
 From Simpson Road to Adamsville, I'm repping this Atlanta shit
 Nigga trying to handle up, let's see can they handle this
 A hundred round at em, that ain't no Louisiana shit
 Drinking on that Hennessey, blowing on that cannabis
 Amerikkka's nightmare, trap nigga fantasy
 A record full of felonies, searching for a better me
 But choppers go off in my hood like Iraq, Cuba, Tel Aviv
 Pretty nigga, let him be, fuck him, shorty
 Sucker nigga I'll never be, don't give a fuck about it
 Quick to round up on that Audi, make em get the fuck up out it
 Nigga better be about it, he deserve it he allow it
 What's a coward to a kamikaze?
 He ain't robbed a man, ain't predator or prey; the law of nature where I stay
 I catch you slipping with that K, ain't no illusion, no confusion
 Better come up off that cake and all that jewelry or you're snoozing
 And you know just how it go
 We ain't playing round with that bullshit
 Nigga, we ain't let that shit go
 When you come here, you better come correct
 This real G shit, you gotta show respect
 Wha-da-da-dang, wha-da-da-da-da-dang
 Listen to my clip before that five go bang
 Bang bang, guap time, rep game
 We the readers of the books and the leaders of the crooks
 Predators, we eyeballing all of y'all lames
 Let me fall off, I'm taking all of y'all chains
 All of y'all watches and all of y'all cars
 Well, who you talking to? All of y'all stars
 All of y'all rappers and producers and such
 No homo promo, homie, you might get your ass touched
 Like Def Jam circa '83, you get rushed
 If you rolling with some winners, then you rolling with us
 I know some dope country niggas, but them niggas ain't weak
 Know they dressing looking hard, but them niggas ain't cheap
 I don't make dance music, this is R.A.P
 Opposite of the sucker shit they play on T.V
 And you know just how it go
 We ain't playing round with that bullshit
 Nigga, we ain't let that shit go
 When you come here, you better come correct
 This real G shit, you gotta show respect
 

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Duration
03:54
Key
10
Tempo
82 BPM

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