Max B - Goon Music (feat. Beanie Sigel, French Montana, Mac Mustard and Scarlett O' Harlem) lyrics

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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