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letra de beacon n blender - da mafia 6ix

[hook: dj paul][x2]
beacon and a blender
serve a n-gga straight to the window
soda and a pot
just to keep them junkies spoiled rotten

[verse 1: dj paul]
it goes free my n-gga double l
my brother c, what’s up to phil
blender and a couple scales
breakin’ down a couple of bails
gotta spoil ’em, gotta keep that sh-t off in they system
keep em in the solar system
tryin’ to stay up out da system
gotta serve to the window on da coca
driving responsible with the ar
been tryin’ to make it stretch so long my nig
yayo f-cked around and got stretch marks
i’m bumpin’ dat n.w.a in da hood where hoods holla “f-ck da police!”
i’m from da tn, ain’t from texas but i love ugk, i keep a pocket full of stones on me

[verse 2: lord infamous]
i got a brick no hercules could lift
i was born in powder b-tch
what up to phil d. and craig
dunigan been memphis, b-tch
keep ’em geekin for a hit
pump their veins with alpo
life is lavish, fresh and cl-ssic
don’t make me go savage hoe
n-ggas with that k!lla instinct
maggots crawlin’ out their eyes
you order a piece of pie
pay for order or you die
cocaine god, cocaine god
thank you for givin’ us this cocaine rock
blay!

[hook]

[verse 3: koopsta knicca]
it’s a beacon and the blender ho
serve them junkies big boat loads
hit dat ho for her fifteen
watch them comeback offerin’ more
dope been the h-ll to you b-tches
mommies, aunties, grannies get it
want it b-tch come f-ck with me
y’all don’t know i’m ’bout this paper
don’t doubt my sh-t, don’t doubt my sh-t, don’t doubt my sh-t if you dummy -ss n-ggas
boo if you with me tell ’em i’m dat koopsta knicca
(?) in the kitchen, b-tches keep me with a knot
put ’em in the ho spot, take em to my stash spot

[verse 4: crunchy black]
i say i’d never ever in my life sell dope
and then i start to rob and then i got c0ke
and then i got weed and then i got pills
i had to get some money so i get it how i live
i put it in da field and have to tote dat steel
cause n-ggas around here ain’t never been real
i had the tweaker tweakin’, i had the junkies jumpin’
i had these hoes out here doing sh-t for nothin’

[hook]

[verse 5: gangsta boo]
my boyfriend he got bud and he got powder
money is in by the hour
keep them junkies comin’ back
junkies for weed, junkies for crack
ask em where them dollas at
while we watch our money stack
slangin’ rocks all on the block
koopsta knicca holla at me i’mma holla right back
boomin’ my bricks my n-gga chow
lowkey with his hustle doe
first n-gga that i ever saw
snort up off a key of blow
country boys they got that sh-t
mobbers they be hustlin’
money, women, bentleys, benz
n-ggas ’bout they dividends

[hook]

- da mafia 6ix

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