Big Beast by Killer Mike
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Hard cold G shit, homie, I don't play around
Ain't 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 motherfuckers
These monkey niggas looking for some Luda and Jermaine
And all a nigga found was a Ruger and some pain
Pow, motherfucker, pow! One off in the brain
Money-hungry wolves, and we down to eat the rich
Your bodyguard ain't shit, we strip her like a stripper
bitch
These real-ass killers move in silence with violence
The minute it set off, be the motherfucking 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 ain't playing round with that bullshit
Nigga, we ain't 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, "This where little dogs
sit"
Pointed at the yard, said, "That's where big dogs shit"
He said, "Don't leave til your ass get growed
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 ain't even tripping, but I don't really care
Cause my pistol's in your face, so put your hands in
the air
[Hook:]
And you know just how it go
We ain't playing round with that bullshit
Nigga, we ain't let that shit go
This real G shit, you gotta show respect
[Verse 3: T.I.]
In a six, I'm riding with a pistol grip, banana clip
From Simpson Road to Adamsville, I'm repping this
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