Beat Club Lyrics - Indecent Proposal - Timbaland

BEAT CLUB! 

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Uhh uhh Timbaland, uhh, uhh uhh 

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One, two, three, here we go! 

Yo, who wanna wreck you with the iller thug, super killer thug 

You know that thug that's used to doin it out the dub 

I go Shaft on niggaz, don't make me have to call my killers 

Staff on niggaz, get bloodbaths for all you niggaz 

Yo, I ain't tryna talk shit straight up I walk this shit 

I'm used to bossin shit and offin clips 

See hood is around my way - they talk often quick 

To us you spit, and leave that nigga coffin shit 

See we gang we never bought it in the streets I slang 

Peeps I train to hustle get it take out names 

Let me bang and spread it all around the project blocks 

I'm sick with glocks now bitches get ridiculous jocks 

Now thug filthy niggaz walkin through your club with blunts 

Grill with fronts, keep Henny on the spill for months 

I get trucks from the bitches and the niggaz I crush 

And figure the last niggaz that fuck with us 

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Yo, Mag never roll with a gun, Mag roll with a two-case 

Get up in some beef niggaz end up with a screw face 

Besides that I got a gang of P-town niggaz with court cases 

And they all gettin life 

We can be enemies after fuckin your wife, or runnin train on 'em 

Piss on a slut, let it rain on 'em 

But I'd rather put my brain on 'em 

Look at the bitch, she got a frame on 'em 

Mag hit it then came on 'em 

"Alias," if you with me you ride 

Get in the back of the Lex', and be out of your tux 

Label me "alias" from my respects to crack this case 

I'm past bein berserk, nigga look at my face 

I got an ill way of showin my pain 

Fuck talkin how I'm hurt, Mag take out his brain 

I'm goin insane and y'all niggaz, hatin my thang 

Mag the illest nigga spittin, FUCK the simple and plain 

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Sin the reason why rap ain't gon' be the same 

First niggaz speak my name, off with his brain 

Put the heat to his back, clap his lungs collapse 

If I would sell, six plat', I'm done with rap 

How many y'all gotta touch, then found out Sin's too much 

Uncut, can't touch 

You remind me, of pussy; you bitch-ass nigga 

Up North, drawers off, snitch ass nigga 

Now I'm hangin with superstars, and fuckin them in the cocktail room 

After the nuttin, sweep 'em out with the broom 

Mag ghetto as ever but mo' cheddar 

Used to smoke dub sacks now just pound (?) 

But I got a sweet tooth for crime but never kill 

I run with steel, stay in the house, put my dick up in Jill 

Poppin usin the pill, never did it before 

I wanna see how it feel, when you fuck wit my skill 

I make a mil' (?), pussy much fine in weather 

Fam's wipin they tongues a little 

Mag run for the street, or for the block 

Brand new cribs still dissin the pot 

Some bums take change see 

Neighbors lookin at Mag strangely 

Find theyself, hangin from a tree 

But I'm a real life gleeful 

"Alias" is next, but that nigga ain't diesel(?) 

Yo, I used to keep it on the low when I was younger 

But now I'm big boss in the game, come let me show you somethin 

So whatchu need is a tech or a four-five calico with a nose wide 

and women don't know when to slow slide 

My A-K in the cut, with my 'dro hidin 

I keep them hookers holdin my fort, and keep a low vibe 

I heard the feds hate me cause I'm so live 

From five o'clock to four-oh-five sellin quarters and dimes 

Even Magoo got a watch I ain't dumb 

Ain't no familiars in this place where I'm slingin it from 

I got wholesale weight, that low-sale weight 

Or any kind of weight that make my dough flow stright 

Cause I'm oh so great; real thugs, no fake 

That's why they down to play me on radio stations and rotations 

Thugs hate - everything I stand fo', throw hands fo' 

Make plans fo', roll on yo' camp fo' 

Laid back in the same colored Escalade 

Run over rappers that test the brake 

Leave you under the jeep and test your faith 

Put it in reverse and, crush your face 

Go to court, tell the judge fuck the case 

Go to jail, no bail, cut your face 

Get it right nigga, you dealin with apes 

I came for the safe now show me the cake, uhh 

Listen, as soon I'm on the show you struggle in raps 

Anticipate nickel plates, man, right where you sat 

Like a panel nigga under your shirt, picture that 

How your child's gonna burp when you losin your lap? 

Hey, I'm bringin the shade, don't floss in the day 

Niggaz think they so cold like they jewelry okay 

I'm hittin hoes, respondin like you charmin the dame 

Crackin up like, "Damn, which one of y'all paid?" 

A pretty boy got hookers thinkin that the blows don't trade 

That's the day that the curls slide under the braid 

I'll give you somethin sharp to raise that line in your fade 

Different ligaments torn for every round that's sprayed 

Puttin hoes into groups and spittin them up like Jake 

Du-rags ain't safe, bullets skip through waves 

I'll hop drive-thru, pop somethin in Dave 

I ain't from around yo' way, nigga I'm from V-A