Big Beast ( ft. Bun B / T.I. / Trouble / El-P)

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

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

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

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

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, fuck him, shorty

Sucker nigga I'll never be, don't give a fuck about it

Quick to round up on that Audi, make em get the fuck 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

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

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

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