Go Low - Beanie Sigel, R. City

Right about now…

Anthalon time

Now dun Tell em Rude bwoy

East coast, west coast all the way to da down south

Everybody this kicking em out

Let da man know we large

It’s the Broad Street Bully Back, ready to lock in

My hand on my twins, underneath where my cock ends, (No no no, no no no)

Niggas got cute once they heard I was locked in

But here’s where all the bull shit 'bout the Roc ends, (Ay)

Fresh over the barbed wire it’s the live wire

Disrespectful, ignorant nigga, You suck my dick

Drink my piss, can eat my shit

Strictly raw-dog when I enter you niggas, (No no no, no no.)

No pause, no homo, no vaseline

When I end a nigga slowmo with that broomstick nigga, (Yeah)

The boss’ll dash when that glick start chopping

All y’all fags is drag bitch you’ll lip off poppin'

Whatchu know about the S.P. hardheads

Ruthless then them niggas that ran in Jabar crib, Flood that strip

With 50 shakes, big beards and bald heads

Scared couldn’t rent no space where law fear, (No no, no no)

You Niggas don’t want it with fat boy

You’d rather get your hair permed & pulled, Hit with a strap on

I’m a grown ass man, I don’t play no games

Death could be your destiny child if you say my name

We fire gun shots to the ceiling

Yo disrespected us you’re bleeding now

No witness na leavin'

We puttin' everybody down on the floor, (Hey)

So go low, (Low)

Everybody go low

So go low

Everybody go low

I’m what the game' missin' (Yes)

Young nigga old soul still kickin'

New game old rules no snitchin'(Yes)

New connect fewer digits, Old money new bitches, (HEY)

Paper ain’t shit, I pistol whip

A hundred thou' on the swiss movement

About a dolla imma get to it

And I’m a monster on that thick fluid

I run through problems like Tony but I don’t sniff through it

I just rock it and spin it the water stick to it

Every Day I’m Hustlin', Push It harder than Rick do it, (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)

I keep it Cannon like Nick do

See me in the streets U Don’t Know Me like Flip do ya?

(Whoa!)

Disturb the Peace like Cris do it, (Hey!)

I bring the Rucker like Skip to ya, (Hey!)

Hey young worl'

Do you like it when I talk slick to ya

Broad Street Bully Back bitch!

I’m what the game lackin'

Like Joe no Jackson’s

Like Kobe' no Shaqin'

Like James no Magic

You niggas got the game bass akcwards, Same by rights

Nobody sufferin' the repercussions for they actions

I’m 'bout to get back on my geographic

You know South Philly muhfuckas kill at will

On site, broad daylight, (We killin' it, We killin' it)

Peel that steel

30 shots in the extended, Don’t tempt me

Short fuse no wick on it

Broad shoulder with a chip on it

Get off my dick put yo' bitch on it

Man I’m the shit with no stink on it, You smell me?

(No no no no no)

Fuck you gon' tell me nigga

See it’s the real dookie

You just a new jacked pookie

I ain’t one o' yo' boys in da hood

I’m a menace in dis

Waste deep repin' State P biotch!

No no no, no no no

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Beanie Sigel

And Rock City you know see you in trouble now

Konvict Music & State Property a run dem down (dem down)

Stop it!

Hey!