[Verse 1]
Yo Beanie Mac rap guerrilla
I'm out for the skrilla
Face it ain't no replacement for this killa
Keep your hands where I can see em
Don't make me nervous
This 4-4 auto mat
U don't deserve this shit
Kids either don't make me make u a believa
I do a lotta talkin I speak wit the heater
I'll run up in your crib put some in your wig
Your baby's cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib
And I want everything not just some of the shit
Got niggas comin home at night like you son of bitch
Nigga done took me off yeah you shook and soft
You can't blink around no crook
One look you lost
Niggas'll find your bitch to find your bricks
See if you love your bitch or you love your chips
4-4 snub shit sendin slugs to the whip
Beanie Sigel desert eagle I love this thug shit

[Chorus x2]

Yo what you really know what a thug about
Locked up in the bing no grub about
On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about
Tell me what you really know what a thug about

[Verse 2]
A true thugs speads his game linked up in bubble
While niggas stay in one lane like the lincoln tunnel
I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle
I know how to play cee-lo set it off like cleo
Ain't no tellin first union or mellan
First nigga that move put two up in his melon