Lyrics Goon Music - Beanie Sigel , Max B , French Montana
Max
B:
Know
we
just
spittin'
bars
Boss
Don
Biggavel
Broad
Street
Bully,
Macaroni
With
The
Cheese
French
Montana
(C'mon)
Got
the
boy
rockin'
with
me
Yeah
you
know
we
all
just
spittin'
bars
(Sigel)
Yeah
Beanie
Sigel:
The
Bully
nigga,
harder
than
Levi
denims
My
45th,
I'ma
put
long
3-5's
in
'em
Twist
backwoods,
never
put
my
haze
in
a
dutch
Stay
drunk
off
that
shit
Wayne
keep
in
his
cup
And
I
hate
y'all
YouTube
niggaz
When
the
cameras
on,
talk
about
what
you
gon'
do
to
niggaz
When
the
hammers
drawn,
you
fold
up
and
hoo-koo
nigga
This
ain't
no
song,
dog
I
will
do
you
niggaz
Don't
none
of
y'all
want
it
with
Big
Ock
Hit
you
with
the
small
Smith-Wess
or
the
big
Glock
Give
you
a
wig
shot,
small
knife
or
big
razor
Open
up
ya
chest
like
Vics
Vapor
You
ass,
I'm
the
shit,
you
just
constipated
Your
flow
trash,
mines
Switz,
so
complicated
Flow
easy
on
the
track
like
the
Doctor
made
it
State
P
and
Gain
Greezy,
you
got
to
hate
it
Max
B:
Cop
a
couple
V's,
couple
of
E's
I'm
icy
like
nuttin'
but
skis
Nuttin'
in
ya
sleeze,
get
her
knocked
up
I'm
a
greaseball,
heat
boss,
comin'
full-speed,
no
free
call
Both
the
mean
way,
spoke
to
Satan
on
the
three-way
Had
ya
baby-moms
playin'
DJ
(DJ)
We
play,
all
up
in
the
clouds
Dick
all
up
in
ya
mouth
Bigga
got
the
answer,
stamina,
Georgey,
pudding
pie
I
kiss
the
girls,
I
made
'em
cry,
made
'em
fade
the
eye
Off
the
water,
slaughter
Daddy
I'm
raw,
I
can
buss
in
ya
daughter
Florida,
headed
out
west
for
Diego
These
niggaz
want
seven,
Chi-Chi
go
get
the
yayo
Coke
all
white
like
mayo
Halos
all
over
ya
head,
like
an
angel,
strangle
you,
oww
French
Montana:
Yes
indeed
My
goons
will
spray
up
the
room
like
graffiti
Homie
only
thing
locked
up,
K's
in
the
closet
Only
thing
you
checkin'
is
the
money
you
deposit
Talkin'
outta
line,
talkin'
outta
order
Nigga
outta
line,
I
put
him
outta
order
You
fuckin'
with
them
lines
I'll
get
you
outta
order
My
money
long,
I'll
make
ya
day
shorter
Like
celebit,
lions,
tigers,
pelicans
4-4
nose
like
a
elephant
I
ball
like
Bob
Cousy
And
you
a
cop-off
Dooly,
ya
are
movie
I'm
the
real
deal,
got
your
bitch
on
a
blue
pill
Akon
gave
me
two
mill
That's
a
whole
lotta
money
in
the
stashbox
I'll
push
ya
head
back
like
a
ragtop
Rock
gators
like
the
Florida
mascot
Reach
for
my
chain
get
ya
head
chopped
Scarlett
O'
Harlem:
Scarlett
did
things,
I
was
gettin'
16
at
15
I
watched
fritz
teens
sell
coke
to
Mitch
Green
Young
girl
runnin'
the
street
with
tight
jeans
Big
dreams
to
get
cream
and
whip
things
Now
listen,
this
gram
pitchin',
I
had
ambition
Watched
my
ex-man
cook
up
in
my
gram's
kitchen
He
moved
rock,
he
moved
more
bird
than
Padoodot
Federal
watch
if
in
get
up
you
hot
Raised
in
the
struggle,
got
my
ways
from
my
mother
I'm
not
easy
to
touch,
y'all
niggaz
won't
touch
her
Niggaz
had
fun,
but
I'm,
from
the
ball
players
To
the
actors
and
rappers,
I
done
did
'em
Got
me
nowhere,
I
ain't
gotta
go
there
Biggy
told
me
go
hard,
no
fair,
this
yo'
year
And
y'all
ain't
never
been
through
the
struggle,
man
And
y'all
don't
know
my
trouble,
man
Mac
Mustard:
Cru
got
me
leanin'
like
a
lowrider,
we're
never
slippin'
I
slam
a
clip
in
and
get
the
shit
spittin'
quicker
than
Flo-Rida
No,
nada,
nigga
in
this
game
safe
Call
him
Potato
Head
when
I
rearrange
his
game-face
Shake
the
league,
referees
spin
and
the
game
take
Karma
take
his
Shuffle,
get
the
name
straight,
it's
Mustard
Spread
it
on
the
street,
get
his
brains
busted
Spread
it
on
the
heat,
mark
his
prey
as
we
speak
Fuck
a
hand-to-hand,
grams
of
tan,
any
nigga,
man
for
man
Talk
sideways
and
won't
guard,
the
fuck
you
think
I
am
I
can
get
Frenchy
and
put
a
whole
in
a
nigga
Or
flip
it
like
Maxi
with
dubs
that
blow
for
a
nigga
Drugs
to
grow
for
a
nigga,
love
to
show
for
a
nigga
Pull
it
out
the
pocket,
and
snuff
that
whore
for
a
nigga
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