Da Beam

[Part I] [Intro: Chris Patrick] Yeah Da beam Da beam, da beam, da beam Line that boy up in da beam Da beam, da beam, da beam Line a mufucker all up in da beam Da beam, da beam, da beam (Yeah) [Pre-Chorus: Chris Patrick] Get the fuck off my dick, ho' Niggas love kicking that dirt on my name 'till my brodie come through with that kick door Micheal Strahan with the stick The way they up quick to get up in that blitz mode Get low Please get the fuck out the way cause you might get your shit blown Shipped home Robert Downey with the heat [Chorus: Chris Patrick] Line 'em in da beam Let it bang on 'em Line that boy up in the da beam Let it bang on 'em Line that boy up in the da beam Let it bang on 'em Line that boy up in the da beam Let it bang on 'em Let it bang, bang (Ay) [Verse 1: Chris Patrick] Bang in this bitch Aang with the aim when he angle the stick It's a dangerous flip Choppa leave you wet like a pessimist, came with a lisp Wilt Chamberlain 100 on your brain get you clipped Still stainless Shirt stained up, more angels Stand on this shit No switch, don't change up Aggression a bi-product of where I came from Protection is why most of us got it raised up Cause we gon' grow Most of them poor Still dropped the pin Search for patrol .762's almost ready to go Itching to do it He begging to blow (Pewm-pewm) Watch as da beam hop out the ray gun (Loose screws) Nigga a demon he don't play much Watch what you say cause my folk go to war Screaming outside of the porch [Pre-Chorus: Chris Patrick] Get the fuck off my dick, ho' Niggas love kicking that dirt on my name 'till my brodie come through with that kick door Micheal Strahan with the stick The way they up quick to get up in that blitz mode Get low Please get the fuck out the way cause you might get your shit blown Shipped home Robert Downey with the heat [Chorus: Chris Patrick] Line 'em in da beam Let it bang on 'em Line that boy up in the da beam Let it bang on 'em Line that boy up in the da beam Let it bang on 'em Line that boy up in the da beam Let it bang on 'em Let it bang, bang [Verse 2: Ben Reilly] Beam on the stick like i'm scanning for barcodes Putting bullet holes through his car door Wipe the snub nose like a caught cold It's only so much you call close Put him in a beam Pussy ain't living up to his imagery Looking all timid, he getting finicky His guardian angel gon' want to intervene Your energy a friend of me This new stick got a hand trigger like [?] My new wrist got red in it like [?] I blew chips when I got hot on a challenger But the whip so cold I can balance it Bound to put a tec on him if he out of bounds Ima do it for respect then I'm about to bounce If I yell "get back" then get out the crowd I'm the realest nigga out nigga pound for pound [Part II] [Verse: Chris Patrick] I know that you resent me for everything I did and all the times you cried I did apologized but anger won't fade Spark inside your eyes Why did you give me all you have knowing this won't even last? Cause these walls feel like prisons now Serve your time now you're finally free