Timbaland - Beat Club Lyrics

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Beat club

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One two three here we go

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

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

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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

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 [unverified]

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' [unverified] 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 thyself hangin' from a tree

But i'm a real life gleeful

"alias" is next but that nigga ain't diesel [unverified]

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 'cuz 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 straight

'cuz 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'

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

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

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