[T.I.P.]
Yo Beanie Sigel
T.I.P. King of the South, shorty
P.A., Roc-A-Fella, Ghetto Vision
What we got for 'em, shorty

[Hook]
Two Glock nines
Any motherfucker whisperin about mine[x4]

[Beanie Sigel]
Yo ay yo you sure about that
You wanna know about the mac
So I show at ya front make you go outcha back
Blow through your front make it go outcha back
Ay yo I let fifty shots blow out the mac
Dog ain't nothin' slow about the mac
And dog ain't nothin' ho about the mac
Man I come through with them heats
Come in a few jeeps
Like feds come through in they sleep
And you know how we play
When we poppin' them Glocks
Take it to the AK
Chopper the block
And to the SWAT's
Helicopter the block
And them put you on the news
Wasn't proper to watch
You know I act like my clips I'm bananas
Catch me in your strip all black in bandanas
I dare a n***a act retarded
So I can let this tar lift you off your feet like Vince Carter
[Hook]
Two Glock nines
Any motherfucker whisperin about mine[x4]

[T.I.P.]
Oh I'm a motherfuckin' G n***a
Fuckin' with me
I'm a make it so tomorrow you'll be lucky to see
Have a n***a clutchin' his knee
Strugglin' to breathe
Make the gat splatter your bladder
Like a kidney disease
Yeah I know you're holdin' weight
So just gimme the keys
Or these motherfuckers with you are fin to witness ya bleed
Paramedics cuttin' ya jeans
Rippin' ya sleeves
Put your ass in a body bag, zip it and leave
Ain't no motherfucker do it like I do
You and your n***a runnin' up
Put two in him and two in you
I put a n***a at the bed like a child with the flu
Put hit out on that bucket and runnin' wild with your crew
Put this thang to your head
Put your brains on the roof
Here now we ain't the same
Y'alls is liars and we the truth
Now that you know the scoop
What you wanna do n***a
He ain't makin' money on this corner too n***a
Why not cause I got
[Hook]
Two Glock nines
Any motherfucker whisperin about mine[x4]

[T.I.P.]
Ay n***a ya act bad
Me and MAC comin' in two Jags
Put another two in your new blue dew rag
N***a brag if you wanna
We'll blast on ya corner
The n***a ain't fast well his ass is a goner

[Beanie Sigel]
Ay yo I keep two Glock nines
N***as tryin' to watch mine
Tryin' to stop mine
See where I stock mine
But I pop mine
And I pop moms
And I don't pop
Throwin' cops where your block rhyme

[T.I.P.]
Say, a n***a tryin' me
He'll find me
Bustin' away a blind bee
With thirty n***as
And sixty triggas standin' behind me
The nine be cocked
And we are riding
Bustin' in them bushes where you are hiding
[Beanie Sigel]
Ay yo I got a hundred n***as
With a fuckin' hundred gats
Who want the shit
Where their motherfuckin' stomach at
Don't bitch with that IV in you
And I'll take somethin' from you only God can give you

[Hook]
Two Glock nines
Any motherfucker whisperin' about mine[x4]

[Beanie Sigel]
We ain't playin' with y'all partner
This dead serious so please believe it
T.I.P., Beanie Sigel, P.A
Ghetto Vision, Roc-A-Fella
Man it's outrageous
And we out