BeatClub

Beat Club - Timbaland

Timbaland：

Beat club

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Troy Mitchell：

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

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

I go Shaft on n***as don't make me have to call my killers

Staff on n***as get bloodbaths for all you n***as

Yo I ain't tryna talk s**t straight up I walk this s**t

I'm used to bossing s**t and offing clips

See hood is around my way they talk often quick

To us you spit and leave that n***a coffin s**t

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 b***hes get ridiculous jocks

Now thug filthy n***as walking through your club with blunts

Grill with fronts keep Henny on the spill for months

I get trucks from the b***hes and the n***as I crush

And figure the last n***as that f**k with us

Magoo：

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

Get up in some beef n***as end up with a screw face

Besides that I got a gang of P-town n***as with court cases

And they all getting life

We can be enemies after f**king your wife or running train on 'em

Piss on a slut let it rain on 'em

But I'd rather put my brain on 'em

Look at the b***h 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 being berserk n***a look at my face

I got an ill way of showing my pain

F**k talking how I'm hurt Mag take out his brain

I'm going insane and y'all n***as hating my thang

Mag the illest n***a spitting f**k the simple and plain

Sin：

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

First n***as 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 p***y you b***h-a*s n***a

Up North drawers off snitch a*s n***a

Magoo：

Now I'm hanging with superstars and f**kin them in the cocktail room

After the nutting 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 d**k up in Jill

Popping using the pill never did it before