Killer Mike - Big Beast Lyrics

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Feat. bun b. t.i. & trouble

[verse 1: killer mike]

Hard cold g shit homie i dont play around

Aint shit sweet bout the peach " this atlanta clown

Home of the dealers and the strippers and the clubs though

Lurking in the club ol tourist motherf-ckers

These monkey niggas looking for some luda and jermaine

And all a nigga found was a ruger and some pain

Pow motherf-cker pow! one off in the brain

Money-hungry wolves and we down to eat the rich

Your bodyguard aint shit we strip her like a stripper b!tch

These real-ass killers move in silence with violence

The minute it set off be the motherf-cking wildest

How you from atlanta that they never speak upon

Everybody got a sack of dope and a gun

[hook: trouble]

And you know just how it go

We aint playing round with that bullshit

Nigga we aint let that shit go

This real g shit you gotta show respect

[verse 2: bun b]

Once upon a time in the projects

An o.g. saw a young bun b as a prospect

Thought that i would understand the streets from a very young age

So he opened up the g code to the front page

He sat me on the porch said oethis where little dogs sit

Pointed at the yard said oethats where big dogs shit

He said oedont leave til your ass get growed

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Whatever you want is whatever you can have

Bring the pain and leave em wet like they soaking in some salve

When you step out on the ave make sure they wanna see ya

Cause being trill is an onomatopoeia

Be about it like a g never let them catch you slipping

Try to be a jordan but settle for a pippen

Player i aint even tripping but i dont really care

Cause my pistols in your face so put your hands in the air

[hook:]

And you know just how it go

We aint playing round with that bullshit

Nigga we aint let that shit go

This real g shit you gotta show respect

[verse 3: t.i.]

In a six im riding with a pistol grip banana clip

From simpson road to adamsville im repping this atlanta shit

Nigga trying to handle up lets see can they handle this

A hundred round at em that aint no louisiana shit

Drinking on that hennessey blowing on that cannabis

Amerikkkas nightmare trap nigga fantasy

Record full of felonies searching for a better me

But choppers go off in my hood like iraq cuba tel aviv

Pretty nigga let him be f-ck him shorty

Sucker nigga ill never be dont give a f-ck about it

Quick to round up on that audi make em get the f-ck up out it

Nigga better be about it he deserve it he allow it

Whats a coward to a kamikaze?

He aint robbed a man aint predator or prey; the law of nature where i stay

I catch you slipping with that k aint no illusion no confusion

[hook:]

And you know just how it go

We aint playing round with that bullshit

Nigga we aint let that shit go

This real g shit you gotta show respect

[verse 4: killer mike]

Wha-da-da-dang wha-da-da-da-da-dang

Listen to my clip before that five go bang

Bang bang guap time rep game

We the readers of the books and the leaders of the crooks

Predators we eyeballing all of yall lames

Let me fall off im taking all of yall chains

All of yall watches and all of yall cars

Well who you talking to? all of yall stars

All of yall rappers and producers and such

No homo promo homie you might get your ass touched

Like def jam circa 83 you get rushed

If you rolling with some winners then you rolling with us

I know some dope country niggas but them niggas aint weak

Know they dressing looking hard but them niggas aint cheap

I dont make dance music this is r.a.p

Opposite of the sucker shit they play on t.v

[hook:]

And you know just how it go

We aint playing round with that bullshit

Nigga we aint let that shit go

This real g shit you gotta show respect

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