Big Beast (instrumental) Lyrics - R.a.p. Music - Killer Mike

Hardcore 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 

Catch you coming out that Magic City with a snub, ho 

Lurking in the club on tourist motherfuckers 

Welcome to Atlanta, up your jewelry, motherfucker! 

These monkey niggas looking for some Luda and Jermaine 

And all a nigga found was a Ruger and some pain 

Pow, motherfucker, pow! Come up off the chain 

Pow, motherfucker, pow! One off in the brain 

We some money-hungry wolves, and we down to eat the rich 

Your bodyguard ain't shit, we strip him like a stripper bitch 

These real-ass killers move in silence with violence 

The minute it set off, we the motherfucking wildest 

How you from Atlanta that they never speak upon 

Where everybody got a sack of dope and a gun 

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And you know just how it go 

We ain't playing round with that bullshit 

Nigga, we ain't let that shit go 

When you come here, you better come correct 

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 

And don't come back til your ass get throwed 

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, a hater wanna 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 

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And you know just how it go 

We ain't playing round with that bullshit 

Nigga, we ain't let that shit go 

When you come here, you better come correct 

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 

A 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 

Better come up off that cake and all that jewelry or you're snoozing 

And you know just how it go 

We ain't playing round with that bullshit 

Nigga, we ain't let that shit go 

When you come here, you better come correct 

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 

When you come here, you better come correct 

This real G shit, you gotta show respect