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