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Killer Mike - Big Beast (Single) Lyrics

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  • [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 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 ain’t 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 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 Atlanta shit
  • Nigga trying to handle up, let’s see can they handle this
  • A hundred round at em, that ain’t no Louisiana shit
  • Drinking on that Hennessey, blowing on that cannabis
  • Amerikkka’s 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 I’ll never be, don’t 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
  • What’s a coward to a kamikaze?
  • He ain’t robbed a man, ain’t predator or prey; the law of nature where I stay
  • I catch you slipping with that K, ain’t no illusion, no confusion
  • [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 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 y’all lames
  • Let me fall off, I’m taking all of y’all chains
  • All of y’all watches and all of y’all cars
  • Well, who you talking to? All of y’all stars
  • All of y’all 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 ain’t weak
  • Know they dressing looking hard, but them niggas ain’t cheap
  • I don’t 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 ain’t playing round with that bullshit
  • Nigga, we ain’t let that shit go
  • This real G shit, you gotta show respect

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