Chyna Doll

[Beanie Sigel]<br>Ughh, ughh, yeah<br>This is Beanie Sigel<br>That Philly cat who ain`t with that silly rap<br>Put your weight up, not your hate up, niggas<br>Y`all know how I play quiet towns and tie `em down<br>Haters wonderin` how I got a position with Roc<br>Cuz I listen to The LOX and I listen then watch<br>While you still sittin` in spots, ditchin` the cops<br>I`m in the Porsche Box with Fox, glistenin` watch<br>War steel gray, Lexus, GS-4<br>Desert Eagle metal in the door, pedal to the floor<br>I`m routin` down South, for my aim is to score<br>Eight cylinder, screamin` `Fuck the law!`<br><br>Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of cash<br>Hammers in the stash, scanners in the dash<br>Radar detectors, troopers can`t find us<br>We bubble down ATL and hit the `Linas<br>Then get clubbed with some Dirty South thugs<br>Go all out thugs, go in your house thugs<br>Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs<br>36 South stuck, stay on route thugs<br>You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down<br>I supply it now, by the pound<br>Might front you a Q if you buy a pound<br>If you didn`t try it then, why would you try it now?<br>Think cause Mac rap, I wouldn`t fire a round into your crown<br>I lay you down and retire you clown<br><br>And I clap niggas, nap niggas in the dirt<br>Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it`ll work<br>Bitch ass niggas wearin` thongs and skirts<br>Catch `em early in the mornin` while they goin` to work<br>See you pretty motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror<br>And you weak ass niggas only bust out of fear<br>I know y`all softer than them feathers that they stuff in a bear<br>I pack two barettas, never bust in the air<br>Twist your shit back, spit til my gat sits back<br>Pack four pieces like a Kit Kat. Heh, get that?<br>Cop Cris` by the six-pack, Range Rov?` Dot six that<br>Benz Coupe, drop six that<br>Buggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six back<br>Switch the Double R, the Double R`s are, gotta get that<br>You see how we play, pop Cris` on the E-Way<br>Soakin` the seat, gettin` drunk with Bleek<br>Or the Shark Bar, grilled salmon, poppin` Dom P<br>While you chicken when you chasin` your high with hot tea<br>Niggas flashin` back money like it`s they money<br>Slap 500 on back of a three-twenty<br>I`m bringin` it to any nigga tryin` to shoot games (yeah)<br>With them bullshit buggy-eyed kits and CDs<br><br>[Memphis Bleek]<br>Check it out, yo, yo<br>Well, I`m a lil` nigga don`t speak, I tote heat<br>Here to shut down your whole operation on the street<br>Bleek, you know niggas just had to recruit this<br>My flow drool out like a old nigga toothless<br>Who would believe they pump Bleek with Ritalin<br>Too hyped up, but weed calm my adrenaline<br>Roll day on the strip, SK in the crib<br>Hundred crack viles, playin` the Benj`<br>Nickel nine gleam, like it`s Armor All`d up<br>My squad be armed up, gotcha niggas` arms up<br>Who the fuck want what? Me and Bean`s trumped up<br>Witcha town under siege, Dillinger in the sleeve<br>If my gun jam, you niggas`ll squeeze on me<br>You niggas them cats, that`ll call D`s on me<br>I`m on on my off game, need a stadium for in stores<br>Floss chains and I pimp whores, stay smoked out<br>Shirt be poked out with the snub-nosed eight<br>Six to jump out, you eat what you spit<br>Motherfucker die clean <br>For you actin` tough cats, but in your heart you serene<br>I read your body languo<br>You off balance and don`t wanna mangle<br>You want a challenge, get it brought to from every angle<br>This shit`ll slow `em down, I bet that<br>Your up front dough and your six, bet that motherfucker<br><br>[Foxy Brown]<br>Sassy Fox some brick money, cop me a drop<br>You know how I run it, 600, glassy top<br>Rock the light gray wrist shit, flash them rocks<br>The red, the yellow, the green, causin` traffic stops<br>Bitch please, never freeze, gonna blast the glock<br>Then I show a little cleave` and breeze past the cops<br>You talk slick but suck dick for money in y`all hand<br>I`m like, "Bitch, I got more money than your man"<br>While you get your knees scraped up, cum all on your glands<br>Shit, I`m in the V Twinz ballin` on you tramps<br>Y`all hoes greasy, so I keep the bitch easy<br>Rookie, fuck you know about glocks and pock` books?<br>You know Na Na rock that shit, Pra-da that shit<br>Es-ca that shit, Dolce Gabba that shit