[Verse 1]
Sick of being modest, tired of sitting back
Lies entertain but, lets stick to the facts (ok)
First things first, Im a 'mufucking legend
And salute the Goodfellas, them my 'mufucking bredren (salute)
Niggas run they mouth, yeah they run it like a cheetah
Guns shoot far, head shot, eight hundred meters (bahh)
Couple shots to the legs, and if that don't kill em either
Two shots to 'da back, RBI Derek Jeeter (pow pow)
Screws kinda loose, tighten up drill drill bit
Pass me the mack, like Khalil go and kill shit
Let еnough slide, no mas not a lil bit
Im coming to collect, pay the past duе bill bitch
Fuck you rap guys, dawg you niggas unimpressive (ahhh)
It's the fourth quarter, shit Im bout to get aggressive (ahhh)
How you lack insurance but you steady talking reckless?
Im about that action, all that talkings ineffective
[Chorus]
The beat still banging and the blunt still burning (the beat the beat the beat)
The beat still banging and the blunt still burning (the beat the beat the beat)
The beat still banging, blunt still burning
Beat the beat still banging and the blunt still burning
The beat still banging and the blunt still burning (beat the beat the beat)
The beat still banging, blunt still burning (the beat the beat the beat)
The beat still banging, blunt still burning
The beat still banging, the blunt still burning
[Verse 2]
Blunt still burning, and the beat still banging
Head high, chest out, nuts still hanging
In my mind it's no doubt, that I am the best bitch
You don't have to like it, but you gone respect it
I like me, I love me, so fuck 'yo acceptance
You hate me? 'yo bad, here's a suggestion
Find you a sky scraper, walk to the roof (alright)
Walk to the edge, bitch and jump, with no 'chute (haaaa)
I am a Tiga, my cage is this booth
Oh no they fucked up, and they let me loose
Loaded gun, in my hand, you think I won't shoot?
Paul pierce, on the clippers, thats far from the truth (ha)
Tuned out, the small talk put that shit on mute
My team do big things, we clap clap salute
Im about business, like tie, and a suite
Whichever way the money goes, bitch I'm in pursuit (Ahhh)
[Chorus]
I said the beat still banging and the blunt still burning (the beat the beat the beat)
The beat still banging and the blunt still burning (the beat the beat the beat)
The beat still banging, blunt still burning
The beat the beat still banging and the blunt still burning
The beat still banging and the blunt still burning (beat the beat the beat)
The beat still banging and the blunt still burning (the beat the beat the beat)
The beat still banging, the blunt still burning
The beat still banging, the blunt still burning
[Verse 3]
I am a legend, I'm not talking Will Smith
If she get entangled, fuck that I will dip
That's just my opinion sir, that is not a Will diss
That's just how I feel, real talk, on some real shit
When the Henny in me, yeah I say allot a rude shit
Instead of saying 'xcuse me, I prefer to say move bitch
Disrespectful, ruthless, (hmm) I 'ont give two shits (hmm)
Give these niggas Emmies, acting like they gone do shit (hmm)
Tough guy talk, two bullets to 'ya two lips (pow pow)
Sad mom cries, send the sad bitch tulips
Funeral arrangements stupid, that is what you get
Another dead dummy, just died 'tryna prove shit
Internet gangstas, equal real life dufus
Fuck nigga sneakers, buddy wear em if the shoe fits
Win or lose bitch, I never make excuses
Im a different monster, on my mixtape music (Ahhh)
[Chorus]
I said the beat still banging and the blunt still burning (the beat the beat the beat)
The beat still banging and the blunt still burning (the beat the beat the beat)
The beat still banging, the blunt still burning
The beat the beat still banging and the blunt still burning
Beat still banging and the blunt still burning (beat the beat the beat)
The beat still banging and the blunt still burning (the beat the beat the beat)
The beat still banging, the blunt still burning
The beat still banging, the blunt still burning (Ahh)
[Outro]
Banging, burning
Banging, burning
Haa haa Tiga, mixtape me
I, am, Tiga (Ahhh)
