"What The Deal" lyrics
Beast mode gonna ride
40 walls gonna ride
Harlem gonna ride
Suck on this pistol open your mouth wide
You can run mother fucker you can't hide
This for my brother and my cousin that died
This for my brother locked doing twenty five
I got it all for you, D, coke and Trees
No sell toes, just cheese bowls and weed
Follow him through the game, he holds the keys
Hollow tips through your brain
P-coats and V's
Beast Mode
Yea, the piece take lives
Drop street trees flooded jails state wide
Stash box cluttered with heat
And the blunts straight fire
Sluts want a quick skeet
But the nut takes time
Run up on em with the nine
Get him for his weed
Pour shot glasses, sit him on his knee
Any rapper you name can get it for a fee
Shyne doing 10 but he in P.C
Not me though
I did all mines in population
Max got this jail shit down to a T
Water proof guard tech down to the ski
And I'm all on the sidewalks down to the P
What the deal?
Everybody round here kill
Everybody starve
Everybody round here steal
Forreal, I'm trying to get me a Mil
But its tragic you gotta get your face all peeled
What the deal?
Everybody round here kill
Everybody starve
Everybody round here steal
Forreal, I'm trying to get me a Mil
But its tragic you gotta get your face all peeled
Fuck
I was in the grind and I ain't even like rap
I was into crime
They ratted on the boy
And thought I'd be in a dime
Came back in seven
Had to go and do it
Bullet wasn't fucking with no woolet
Now the boy back out
Mafia can suck a dick
The boy maxxed out
No peeing in a cup
I pee up in your slut
Cowgirl peeing in her butt
Grand Cru, Sour Diesel in the dutch
Fuck
I'm in the top five
And I'm what the game been needing
Ever since Biggie and Pac died
Creep through your backdoor
Go in your house high
Beat you with the black four, open your mouth
Max hop out
Bullet proof this, bullet proof that
Bullet proof he Vezel
When you hot they feed you
Nigga, I done make the cops bleed
We doing them drop fees
We moving in mach speeds (holla back)
What the deal?
Everybody round here kill
Everybody starve
Everybody round here steal
Forreal, I'm trying to get me a Mil
But its tragic you gotta get your face all peeled
What the deal?
Everybody round here kill
Everybody starve
Everybody round here steal
Forreal, I'm trying to get me a Mil
But its tragic you gotta get your face all peeled
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck nigga
Street life
Beast mode shit
Its your boy Max B
We made niggas man
What up nigga?
Big Jake
Can't stop it
Harlem on the rise
Fuck
Well holla back man
Niggas man, fall back or eat on a dick or something
Street life
Beast mode shit
Its your boy Max B (uh)
40 walls gonna ride
Harlem gonna ride
Suck on this pistol open your mouth wide
You can run mother fucker you can't hide
This for my brother and my cousin that died
This for my brother locked doing twenty five
I got it all for you, D, coke and Trees
No sell toes, just cheese bowls and weed
Follow him through the game, he holds the keys
Hollow tips through your brain
P-coats and V's
Beast Mode
Yea, the piece take lives
Drop street trees flooded jails state wide
Stash box cluttered with heat
And the blunts straight fire
Sluts want a quick skeet
But the nut takes time
Run up on em with the nine
Get him for his weed
Pour shot glasses, sit him on his knee
Any rapper you name can get it for a fee
Shyne doing 10 but he in P.C
Not me though
I did all mines in population
Max got this jail shit down to a T
Water proof guard tech down to the ski
And I'm all on the sidewalks down to the P
What the deal?
Everybody round here kill
Everybody starve
Everybody round here steal
Forreal, I'm trying to get me a Mil
But its tragic you gotta get your face all peeled
What the deal?
Everybody round here kill
Everybody starve
Everybody round here steal
Forreal, I'm trying to get me a Mil
But its tragic you gotta get your face all peeled
Fuck
I was in the grind and I ain't even like rap
I was into crime
They ratted on the boy
And thought I'd be in a dime
Came back in seven
Had to go and do it
Bullet wasn't fucking with no woolet
Now the boy back out
Mafia can suck a dick
The boy maxxed out
No peeing in a cup
I pee up in your slut
Cowgirl peeing in her butt
Grand Cru, Sour Diesel in the dutch
Fuck
I'm in the top five
And I'm what the game been needing
Ever since Biggie and Pac died
Creep through your backdoor
Go in your house high
Beat you with the black four, open your mouth
Max hop out
Bullet proof this, bullet proof that
Bullet proof he Vezel
When you hot they feed you
Nigga, I done make the cops bleed
We doing them drop fees
We moving in mach speeds (holla back)
What the deal?
Everybody round here kill
Everybody starve
Everybody round here steal
Forreal, I'm trying to get me a Mil
But its tragic you gotta get your face all peeled
What the deal?
Everybody round here kill
Everybody starve
Everybody round here steal
Forreal, I'm trying to get me a Mil
But its tragic you gotta get your face all peeled
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck nigga
Street life
Beast mode shit
Its your boy Max B
We made niggas man
What up nigga?
Big Jake
Can't stop it
Harlem on the rise
Fuck
Well holla back man
Niggas man, fall back or eat on a dick or something
Street life
Beast mode shit
Its your boy Max B (uh)
