[Beanie]
1, 2 Sigel comin for you
3, 4 I'm gonna kick in your door
5, 6 man I want those bricks
7, 8 gonna give up dat weight
9, 10 I'll put da glock to ya chin
11, 12 man I'll see you in hell

[Freeway]
1, 2 Freeway's comin for your ass
3, 4 you better watch yo stash
5, 6 have you duckin from dem clips
7, 8 fuck it I can't wait

[Beanie]
Don't get scurred

[Beanie]
1, 2 Sigel comin for you
3, 4 I'm gonna kick in your door
5, 6 man I want those bricks
7, 8 gonna give up dat weight
9, 10 I'll put da glock to ya chin
11, 12 man I'll see you in hell

[Beanie]
I handle tools like hammers and wratches
Gats wit metal attachments, how you want it metal or plastic
Disrespect your fam bastard, close your casket
Then I give 'em a can of hold your ashes
Visions of the killer for we rose a passin
True killer, true thug, never show no passion
Hit your rug, hit your ceiling, if I know if you stashin
Wrong, nigga da rug, nigga know who you passin
Fresh year from rammin off da zany's fours and perks
Keep da semi handy jammin you for war or work
Niggas like da border goin bizurk
On the roof bangin dat swat, lettin off shots and spurts
Dey tryin to trap me in da back of da yard
Man I'm lettin every cat fall hittin from da cap to da sarge
Can't see me back in da yard, two wacks back to da wall
Use da two gat stash pack in da wall
Picture Mac liftin up racks in da yard
I had da block shiftin up knocking off racks by the yard
Dope from dem dudes, smokeless, confused
Shit, dey ain't know if dey want a crack from da saw
Switch dey life, straight from da pipe to da straw
Coke in dey vein, what you want da dope or da cane
I open da game, to sniffin da D, X to da Z
Hot shit from B-Sig consecutively

[Freeway]
1, 2 Freeway's comin for your ass
3, 4 you better watch yo stash
5, 6 have you duckin from dem clips
7, 8 fuck it I can't wait

[Freeway]
Y'all niggas crazy think dat Free won't draw da lev
Prefer da nine but I got da four four instead
I move dymes who your dyme get her home in da bed
Tell dat triflin bitch I want more than head
Free might spark at ya clip take more than bread
Guns and bricks while young bulls hug da block
Dey love da strip, help 'em get chains and watches
Guns and kicks, Freeway my name is priceless, flow is sick,
And remember if you lie on Free
Lie in da lake, while your bitch lies on Free
She ride on da snake and my whip over her key
We ride in da jakes, empty clips hop on Amtrak
Out of da state, broody shit, you and yo man, right outta ya case
Hold dis clip blow your brain right outta ya face
Flow legendary, hotter than Mase
Dude Free never where we outta da case
Roc-A-Fella pop criss til we outta da case
Form da hood nigga Nikes, Delts, and 'Lo Sport
Hood niggas just like me, belted and blow court
Hood chickens just bite me well and blow squad
I was 16, 12,000 wit no job
And I skipped school, gripped a bitch wit no ride
See the crack smoked leave bitch wit no thighs, no tits
Rob hustlers wit no clips, no guns, left niggas wit no chips
And the flow runs like da Mississippi River
And your hoe comes, ya bitch hear me when I whisper
Silence all guns hit 'em fo-fo-fo-fo-for dey hit ya
If we comin for you than nigga we gonna get ya

[Beanie]
1, 2 Sigel comin for you
3, 4 I'm gonna kick in your door
5, 6 man I want those bricks
7, 8 gonna give up dat weight
9, 10 I'll put da glock to ya chin
11, 12 man I'll see you in hell

[Freeway]
1, 2 Freeway's comin for your ass
3, 4 you better watch yo stash
5, 6 have you duckin from dem clips
7, 8 fuck it I can't wait

Writer : PRIDGEN/GRANT/PARKER
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group