Reputation lyrics

[Hook - Beanie Sigel][x3]
Where a n*gga disrespect that's why I leave me
Cuz in these streets my reputation precedes me
Cuz in these streets my reputation precedes me
Where a n*gga disrespect that's why I leave me

[Verse 1 - Young Chris]
f*ck around, you gon need the whole family to help you
Throw a bullet at you b*tch ass, man it ain't welcome
Put em under the pressure, know the gun is his fresher
Got the best sh*t in the city and the numbers is lesser
[?], the [?]'s white 2pac, before [?] had it, I'm on to salad
n*gga we been the best, before you knew Khaled
Mastered the trap like P, is you bout it?
Jumping out of jets at 16
Straight from the block had a n*gga on big screens
Neighbors telling mama I was cutting class
Look at your boy on a hell of a path
b*tch n*ggas all hate, they don't love it for real
I'm here to murder pus*y boy, slug in your grill
Ready to die, just the life we live
We killing everything moving except for wife and the kids
Kill em all!

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[Verse 2 - Peedi Crakk]
b*tches want to f*ck, they don't want to work
I don't give a f*ck about no pus*y, where the work
Big black matt, do my own dirt
Asking where I been at, I been in that wave surf
First things first, man you're f*cking with the worst
Wouldn't p*ss in her mouth if a b*tch was dying of thirst
I'm providing the murder, your mama supplied the hearse
Since birth, original hot boy like turf
Hop up out the shower, feel like I got the power
Paper god, play a level, pocket on fire
Big boy bourbon, 32 on the tire
Pull up wearing a turban, dirty, no license
Fired a firearm, quiet storm
Dress warm, cold world, I got to keep the hoodie on
Classic, keep an oldie but goodie on
Peed Crakk sh*t, showing rappers what they should be doing

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[Verse 3 - Freeway]
We're out here touring the spots you never heard of
In the states we're touring with Glocks, we're not nervous
Pop off, hop in the whip with my burner
It's a state property clique, we all murder
Best beard ever, keep the [?]
That's the KR swing down your way with the desert
Know I'm with the bad, yes I'm a king
And before I ever sing used to sling with the peasants
f*ck with kid who jump of the sink
You no longer live, go hang with the reverend
Get dough all for spitting, Don't offer pies
Get dough 365 24 7
f*ck Freeway, just call me doughman
Best flow man, big beard like an old man
Grown man, hold weight like I'm rose and
Angry tiring, I sling iron like I'm Conan
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