Beat Club(feat Sebastin Sin Troy Mitchell Lyrics

Beat Club(feat Sebastin Sin Troy Mitchell lyrics

[Timbaland]

 BEAT CLUB!

 Untitled, uhh uhh, uhh - YES

 Uhh uhh, uhh, YES, uhh uhh

 Uhh uhh Timbaland, uhh, uhh uhh

 Uhh, uhh uhh - YES, uhh

 One, two, three, here we go!

 

 [Troy Mitchell]

 Yo, who wanna wreck you with the iller thug, super killer thug

 You know that thug that's used to doin it out the dub

 I go Shaft on niggaz, don't make me have to call my killers

 Staff on niggaz, get bloodbaths for all you niggaz

 Yo, I ain't tryna talk shit straight up I walk this shit

 I'm used to bossin shit and offin clips

 See hood is around my way - they talk often quick

 To us you spit, and leave that nigga coffin shit

 See we gang we never bought it in the streets I slang

 Peeps I train to hustle get it take out names

 Let me bang and spread it all around the project blocks

 I'm sick with glocks now bitches get ridiculous jocks

 Now thug filthy niggaz walkin through your club with blunts

 Grill with fronts, keep Henny on the spill for months

 I get trucks from the bitches and the niggaz I crush

 And figure the last niggaz that fuck with us

 

 [Magoo]

 Yo, Mag never roll with a gun, Mag roll with a two-case

 Get up in some beef niggaz end up with a screw face

 Besides that I got a gang of P-town niggaz with court cases

 And they all gettin life

 We can be enemies after fuckin your wife, or runnin train on 'em

 Piss on a slut, let it rain on 'em

 But I'd rather put my brain on 'em

 Look at the bitch, she got a frame on 'em

 Mag hit it then came on 'em

 "Alias," if you with me you ride

 Get in the back of the Lex', and be out of your tux

 Label me "alias" from my respects to crack this case

 I'm past bein berserk, nigga look at my face

 I got an ill way of showin my pain

 Fuck talkin how I'm hurt, Mag take out his brain

 I'm goin insane and y'all niggaz, hatin my thang

 Mag the illest nigga spittin, FUCK the simple and plain

 

 [Sin]

 Sin the reason why rap ain't gon' be the same

 First niggaz speak my name, off with his brain

 Put the heat to his back, clap his lungs collapse

 If I would sell, six plat', I'm done with rap

 How many y'all gotta touch, then found out Sin's too much

 Uncut, can't touch

 You remind me, of pussy; you bitch-ass nigga

 Up North, drawers off, snitch ass nigga

 

 [Magoo]

 Now I'm hangin with superstars, and fuckin them in the cocktail room

 After the nuttin, sweep 'em out with the broom

 Mag ghetto as ever but mo' cheddar

 Used to smoke dub sacks now just pound (?)

 But I got a sweet tooth for crime but never kill

 I run with steel, stay in the house, put my dick up in Jill

 Poppin usin the pill, never did it before

 I wanna see how it feel, when you fuck wit my skill

 I make a mil' (?), pussy much fine in weather

 Fam's wipin they tongues a little

 Mag run for the street, or for the block

 Brand new cribs still dissin the pot

 Some bums take change see

 Neighbors lookin at Mag strangely

 Find theyself, hangin from a tree

 But I'm a real life gleeful

 "Alias" is next, but that nigga ain't diesel (?)

 

 [Troy Mitchell]

 Yo, I used to keep it on the low when I was younger

 But now I'm big boss in the game, come let me show you somethin

 So whatchu need is a tech or a four-five calico with a nose wide 

 and women don't know when to slow slide

 My A-K in the cut, with my 'dro hidin

 I keep them hookers holdin my fort, and keep a low vibe

 I heard the feds hate me cause I'm so live

 From five o'clock to four-oh-five sellin quarters and dimes

 Even Magoo got a watch I ain't dumb

 Ain't no familiars in this place where I'm slingin it from

 I got wholesale weight, that low-sale weight

 Or any kind of weight that make my dough flow stright

 Cause I'm oh so great; real thugs, no fake

 That's why they down to play me on radio stations and rotations

 Thugs hate - everything I stand fo', throw hands fo'

 Make plans fo', roll on yo' camp fo'

 

 [Sin]

 Laid back in the same colored Escalade

 Run over rappers that test the brake

 Leave you under the jeep and test your faith

 Put it in reverse and, crush your face

 Go to court, tell the judge fuck the case

 Go to jail, no bail, cut your face

 Get it right nigga, you dealin with apes

 I came for the safe now show me the cake, uhh

 

 [Sebastin]

 Listen, as soon I'm on the show you struggle in raps

 Anticipate nickel plates, man, right where you sat

 Like a panel nigga under your shirt, picture that

 How your child's gonna burp when you losin your lap?

 Hey, I'm bringin the shade, don't floss in the day

 Niggaz think they so cold like they jewelry okay

 I'm hittin hoes, respondin like you charmin the dame

 Crackin up like, "Damn, which one of y'all paid?"

 A pretty boy got hookers thinkin that the blows don't trade

 That's the day that the curls slide under the braid

 I'll give you somethin sharp to raise that line in your fade

 Different ligaments torn for every round that's sprayed

 Puttin hoes into groups and spittin them up like Jake

 Du-rags ain't safe, bullets skip through waves

 I'll hop drive-thru, pop somethin in Dave

 I ain't from around yo' way, nigga I'm from V-A