Ah shit, good lookin', Boohlah
Another motherfuckin' banger
You a fuckin' problem, thanks for the intro
What's up, y'all? Big Face Gary, here to let you know about the rerelease of Still Public Enemy #1: The Southern Remix by Beanie Sigel
A lot of motherfuckers hit off this mixtape and then it pay homage to my motherfuckin' man Mack Montana
[?] and Toyotas
Yeah, keep me out your fuckin' car notes
Me and Beanie Sigel and Prodigy and our distributors
And my man Cordell decided to let the South hear
Beanie Sigel, Mortray lyrics and Mortray beats
From our undertaker producers
Oh shit, we ran out of wood, we can't bury any more cats 'til tomorrow
Fuck it, we'll burn them in the dirt
Fuck the caskets
Wanna hear these motherfuckin' lethal Mortray lyrics by Beanie Sigel and Mortray beats by Undertaker producers, it's gonna make you wanna go cat huggin'
Oh yeah, good lookin', DJ Slim Chances, you outersoft
Good lookin' for hostin' this motherfuckin' mixtape
Why wouldn't Beanie Sigel bring this to the South?
Why wouldn't he?
Good lookin', Mack Montana, still State Property Records for lettin' us do this, man
You a real motherfucker
The South don't hear you, they need you, man
Shoutout to Mookie Jones
My man Armond Jew Jones
Oh, yeah, yeah, that's his little man, that's his son Mookie Jones
He's a fuckin' problem
Oh yeah, that's his doom through the mixtape
He got lethal lyrics, he's only eighteen
Yeah, I'm Sauceberg
Shoutout to fuckin' Houston, South Philli
My man brother news
Lil', oh yeah, shoutout to North Philli
North of death, Mark, Sherm
My motherfuckin' group from Houston, young world
My motherfuckin' man Boohlah
My man Kirk, keep smokin' that Sour Kush
My motherfuckin' man Kai, catch that touchdown
I'm nice to meet you, AKA Double D
Keep doin' those mortgages
Ninety-seventh street crew
Sit back, fall back and enjoy
Mortray lyrics from beams
Oh shit, gotta go, gotta go to three calfmeals
