[Verse 1: Steele]What you don't know might kill youIf Tek don't, Steele willCatch you in the projects where you and your peeps chillRap niggas get deals and think they safeReally think mass killings won't run in your placeY'all niggas keep acting like you slug resistantOh you a thug, cut your throat in the club while you pissingFuck the glamor shit, this is rubber grip, arm and hammer shitWhen the lights flash that means it's lights out like when the camera kickCan you handle it? Man to man let's see if you can handle thisRap battling, street fights and gun brandishingNine rattling, innocent bystanders scatteringFuck converstation, procrastination and lip chatteringHits landing when I send shots through your abdomenDead body lay froze in the cold for the cameramanAll for thinking Steele don't hold weightGold Lex, gold plates with gold twin tre-eights[Hook: Tek]For my copping niggas, outlet shopping niggasBank stopping, Mickey in the middle dropping niggasWhat's poppin' niggas, where them bitches at?Reefer's at? I know you heard the beast is backFor my copping niggas, outlet shopping niggasBank stopping, Mickey in the middle dropping niggasWhat's poppin' niggas, where them bitches at?Reefer's at? I know you heard the beast is back[Verse 2: Sean Price]Yo, now if you say you heard the rhyme, I have to bust the lead'Cause I just made this motherfucker from top of the headWhat it look like? Fuck what you like, look you type shookMake your ass buckle, brass knuckles from the right hookWhen I head dreads niggas said that's a Christ lookWhen I saw feds, duke I fled in my nice lookKnow that ain't your girl 'cause my little brother Mike tookThat bitch to the crib, sucked me off 'cause she like crooksMotherfuck school even though a nigga like booksMad street smart, heat spark like your life tookSwift on my toes niggas call me "Shorty Lightfoot"Slip X to your ex now your ex wife tookSean Price precise vocalist, might smoke a spliffMight provoke a chick to deep throat a dick, keep quoting itWe noticed this nigga on stage is mad wack thoughTalking this, that and the third, word? That's an act yo[Hook: Tek]For my copping niggas, outlet shopping niggasBank stopping, Mickey in the middle dropping niggasWhat's poppin' niggas, where them bitches at?Reefer's at? I know you heard the beast is backFor my copping niggas, outlet shopping niggasBank stopping, Mickey in the middle dropping niggasWhat's poppin' niggas, where them bitches at?Reefer's at? I know you heard the beast is back[Verse 3: Tek]For that paper I stakeout in front of your cribKnow precisely the time of day you taking a shitOr reading to your kids, I see you walking your dogSuddenly your like a cross or be nothing at allI'm the boss of the outfit, talk with a slight pitchGo through the walls in your crib to get them bricksI know a few kids who stay where you liveYour money or your life, which one you willing to give?Ask my nigga [?] Scrooge what I do for my dudesKeep on being greedy, watch me poison your foodRun through your crew, nothing but bitches with attitudesThat front for other bitches and some killer I knowCan't be mad at the game just hate how it goJust for the dough push through the thunder and snowOr let the four-four push through your vest and your throatThink it's a joke, 'til our barrel's filled up with smokeAnd the pork go into your crib, inform on your folks[Hook: Tek]For my copping niggas, outlet shopping niggasBank stopping, Mickey in the middle dropping niggasWhat's poppin' niggas, where them bitches at?Reefer's at? I know you heard the beast is backFor my copping niggas, outlet shopping niggasBank stopping, Mickey in the middle dropping niggasWhat's poppin' niggas, where them bitches at?Reefer's at? I know you heard the beast is back
