[Sigel] It's a man's world
"This is a man's world!" -> [James Brown]
[Sigel] Bitch, uhh
"This is a man's world!" -> [James Brown]
[Sigel] Man's world prick, yeah
"This is a man's world!" -> [James Brown]
[Sigel] Man's world - all y'all little kids out there
[Sigel] run around with y'all little gats, man
"This is a man's world!" -> [James Brown]
[Sigel] Man's world - go to summer school nigga, get your G.E.D.
[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, this a man's world pricks, no broads allowed
All my niggaz with that raw allowed
All my niggaz with they fours allowed
who won't hesitate to bang a nigga - right in between they brows
Let's roll, fuck them bitch-ass niggaz, wearin thongs and skirts
Tryin to catch 'em while they goin to work
Hit them niggaz on they job at they lunch break, make the pump quick
Leave 'em ump-slayed when the fuckin pump spray
I roll with a sick all-out squad
Ten deep, let's roll-out squad
Bring heat when it's cold outside
Mack stick to script and stick to street
Stick in clip and flip your Jeep
Got extended shit and different heat
Mack M-1 double now [bluk, bluk, bluk]
I'm knockin feathers out your bubble-down
Stop the blood claat cryin
Blood claats from the iron, you're dyin, no lyin
[Chorus: Beanie Sigel]
This a man world nigga, sit down you girl niggaz
"This is a man's world!" -> [James Brown]
Man, this a man world nigga, sit down you girl niggaz
"This is a man's world!" -> [James Brown]
This a man world nigga, man.. man..
"This is a man's world!" -> [James Brown]
This a man world nigga, FUCK what people think
[Beanie Sigel]
This a man's world bitch, all you whores bow down
It's B. Sig., I pimp like TA-DOW - peep game
I sling meth in vials, hit your kitchen cook your pies up
Bring the coke back in piles, I'm that (?) ..
.. oh yeah I almost forgot
Bitch, get a foot up your ass
if you don't get your foot on that ave and start lookin for cash
Just get mine right, your money like, don't make me come out there
I smacked you whore and get you done right there
Leave this imprint 'cross your forehead, from the moray
Bitch know my forte, I'm not for-play
Hit your block, let the glock four-play
Finger fuckin a trigger is not fore-play
One more time - I'm not for-play
It's a man's world - how it's supposed to go
Only the soldiers roll, you young like (?) though
I move like Sonny, but never backwards
Weave in and out of traffic, holdin that package
Weight don't get moved, it get pressed off the bench
Move through an alley and a hole in the fence
I see when you move you tense
It's a man's world nigga, sit down you girl niggaz
It's a man's world kiko, they shoulda told you from the get-go
that you fuckin with them South Philly sickos
Think it's all raps 'til them gats start to hit you
Black talons cripple, Operation Lockdown the town with them nickels
Dopeman, dopeman!
But peep it, I ain't goin to court
I bang people that be goin to court
And know people I ain't goin for shorts
Bring straight money, cake money
That tan coat, razor blade, straw plate money
That grab coke, never weigh to pay for it money
Grab toast laser hater break for it money
Shit, you think you fast? Run nigga, dumb nigga
Don't get your skin grafted up, chin tacked up
Fuck around, and get your men racked up
Whatchu think all the gats is for, you can't last a war
It's a man's world nigga, sit down you girl niggaz
[Chorus]
Gangsta, Gangsta Lyrics – Beanie Sigel (feat. Kurupt)
[Beanie Sigel]
(Yo) Who wanna fuck wit', the fat boy of the Roc?
(blldddttt) stick em, ha, another victim
Mac pullin' capers again
Fuck with that money paper then
Light as a rock, gonna light up the block
Don't believe in cases, goin all out
Paintin' faces, switch my picture, like tradin' places
For that money what?
Everybody hands up, or hands down money tucked
I flip the money trucks, money I don't give a fuck
Ay money, shut the fuck up
It's only a stickup
You don't stand a chance, give it quick up
You 'bout to turn into an ambulance pickup
Enough with the cocky stuff, fuck all that stocky stuff
Don't get smacked like a hockey puck
I ain't wit' that rocky stuff
I'm strapped got this gat (Blah blah blah blah)
What?
[Chorus: Kurupt and Beanie 2x]
Gangsta gangsta, tell me how you do it
It seems so simple, like there was nothing to it
One more time run through it, everybody hands up
Alright hands down money tucked
[Beanie Sigel]
I'm on fire like a molotov cocktail
I'm high off them cocktails
Dangerous gone broke, my aim is no joke
Duct taped, roped, strangle your folks
Box cut across the throat (nope)
Bang the four 'till it's broke
Prey on niggas in a circlular pattern
Catch you playin' craps, car in reverse
I'm circlin' back
Man I stay up in them dice games, fuck a ice chain
A Ice ring, I'm tryin' to come up on some nice change
Incase a nigga might swing, they gets a might thang
Pull out the right thang, show em it's a spike thang
Make you do the right thing, like a Spike Lee joint
Bang that pussy and his right knee joint
You get the sergeant and cap couldn't tell mack (freeze)
I'm like a rat dodgin' traps when it come to the cheeze
Backwards wrapped my trough
Wont hesitate to clap ya folks
I'm on tilt like a rapid (?)
[Chorus 2x]
[Beanie Sigel]
Back now nigga, all black down nigga
Mack now, loaded up wit' black towns nigga
Frontline, clap down, backround niggas
One nine clap crowns, and smack down niggas
Keep rope to hogtie you pork ass niggas
Stuffin' the boot to shoot hoops you sports ass nigga
Wouldn't shoot a game of pool
8-ball in the corner pocket, stop it
You niggas flippin' Guess jeans profit
Disrespectin' eskell, expectin' to sell
You got seeds in ya weed, disrespectin' the L
Don't got 20's on ya wheels disrespectin' the car
You burnin rubber and that squad, disrespectin the tar
You niggas wore ass backwards, 'vessinal gat
Same thing with your hustle, rustled and packed
The ball back on missions
Drop the east the mack more vicious
Back to snatch or crack off dishes
[Chorus 2x]
(Yo) Who wanna fuck wit', the fat boy of the Roc?
(blldddttt) stick em, ha, another victim
Mac pullin' capers again
Fuck with that money paper then
Light as a rock, gonna light up the block
Don't believe in cases, goin all out
Paintin' faces, switch my picture, like tradin' places
For that money what?
Everybody hands up, or hands down money tucked
I flip the money trucks, money I don't give a fuck
Ay money, shut the fuck up
It's only a stickup
You don't stand a chance, give it quick up
You 'bout to turn into an ambulance pickup
Enough with the cocky stuff, fuck all that stocky stuff
Don't get smacked like a hockey puck
I ain't wit' that rocky stuff
I'm strapped got this gat (Blah blah blah blah)
What?
[Chorus: Kurupt and Beanie 2x]
Gangsta gangsta, tell me how you do it
It seems so simple, like there was nothing to it
One more time run through it, everybody hands up
Alright hands down money tucked
[Beanie Sigel]
I'm on fire like a molotov cocktail
I'm high off them cocktails
Dangerous gone broke, my aim is no joke
Duct taped, roped, strangle your folks
Box cut across the throat (nope)
Bang the four 'till it's broke
Prey on niggas in a circlular pattern
Catch you playin' craps, car in reverse
I'm circlin' back
Man I stay up in them dice games, fuck a ice chain
A Ice ring, I'm tryin' to come up on some nice change
Incase a nigga might swing, they gets a might thang
Pull out the right thang, show em it's a spike thang
Make you do the right thing, like a Spike Lee joint
Bang that pussy and his right knee joint
You get the sergeant and cap couldn't tell mack (freeze)
I'm like a rat dodgin' traps when it come to the cheeze
Backwards wrapped my trough
Wont hesitate to clap ya folks
I'm on tilt like a rapid (?)
[Chorus 2x]
[Beanie Sigel]
Back now nigga, all black down nigga
Mack now, loaded up wit' black towns nigga
Frontline, clap down, backround niggas
One nine clap crowns, and smack down niggas
Keep rope to hogtie you pork ass niggas
Stuffin' the boot to shoot hoops you sports ass nigga
Wouldn't shoot a game of pool
8-ball in the corner pocket, stop it
You niggas flippin' Guess jeans profit
Disrespectin' eskell, expectin' to sell
You got seeds in ya weed, disrespectin' the L
Don't got 20's on ya wheels disrespectin' the car
You burnin rubber and that squad, disrespectin the tar
You niggas wore ass backwards, 'vessinal gat
Same thing with your hustle, rustled and packed
The ball back on missions
Drop the east the mack more vicious
Back to snatch or crack off dishes
[Chorus 2x]
Tales Of A Hustler Lyrics – Beanie Sigel (feat. Sparks)
[Beanie:] Yeah Sparks in here, The Truth in here
[Sparks:] Yeah
[Beanie:] Yeah - Witness - Tales of a Hustler
[Sparks:] Im going to ride nigga
[Beanie:] Ya Know - This just the life we live uh, this just the life we lead
[Sparks:] Yeah Yeah Gangsta
[Beanie:] Tales tales
[Sparks:] Gangsta! Yeah
[Sparks:] Sugar coat
[Sparks]
Omillio Sparks the young gun
My life as an adolescent said I'll go through something
Other guys try to stand in my way like brick walls
So I kept guns in my palm like Mesiah scripts in Psalms
I should fear no man but God
So lord knows we could get it on
Guns baptized guys testing my pride
Clearing my conscience in the liquor store
With a fifth of Thunderbird but I be guzzling hard
Playing the corners with a washed up old-head
Chant tunes by the Whispers
Same corner where I banged at with niggaz
Cops drive by and grin on us
If they grabbed then
one of them nosey neighbors done snitched on us (Again?)
Hey this game juicy got me puffing looseys
Every two days interigated by the police
See, this life I live cost more than your Roley's money
It cost my homie Nook his whole life, ya heard me?
When he was here it was easy to love him like a brother
Now thats he's gone I find it difficult to talk to his mother
I mean - What do you say to a woman
That's just lost her only son to the game and the gun, except mami
"I'ma ride for him"
The look that she gave me "Like Sparks you got some nerve
Cause most of these niggas dont keep their words
Now I'm under pressure
And I cant even break that type of promise
and y'all niggas paint that picture
Risking your freedom
On the strength of memories of him
The time he made you laugh
The time he bust his gat when them other niggas ran
How real is that?
Omillio Sparks niggas holla back
[Beanie:] TALES - OF - A - HUSTLER
[Chorus: Sparks - repeat 2X]
In this life you not promised tommorow
So take the bitter with the sweet and maintain
In these vicious streets
Carry your heat and keep your mind on your money
Life's a gamble everybody got a number homie
TALES OF A HUSTLER
[Beanie]
I'm back to the block with it
Wait let me clear that up
I'm back to the blocks that you get when your block get it
Get hard with that hot water when the pot hit it
Get large with a little water when you pop wip it
I send hope to late scramblers
Sling coke to you late you scramblers
Go broke sling soap to you late night scramblers
No joke, I'm a crook, catch hooks broke, late night gamblers
Look - you loose limbs when fuck with him
That be I strapped and high
FBI all on back want to trap the guy
Got niggas in all black want to snatch my pies
Never that too many gats
Too many guns
Too many vest
Tough guys not to many left
Where they at?
Dead or locked behind bars in jail
I know I aint too far from hell
I'll spit the devil these bars in hell
Dog I been through it son
Look at my scars and tell
Catch Mac in a Chevy truck slightly tented
No excuses on who might be in it
You know passenger twisting backwoods
Slightly spinning
Crack the window the indo slightly scented
Splash of haze and hash lightly blented
Put the pressure on niggas who might be timid
Like, you got like a minute
To put the cash in this bag or ya ass just might be in it
In small piece, I'll snatch your family up
Start from tall nephews to your small nieces
Bitches
[Chorus]
[Sparks:] Yeah
[Beanie:] Yeah - Witness - Tales of a Hustler
[Sparks:] Im going to ride nigga
[Beanie:] Ya Know - This just the life we live uh, this just the life we lead
[Sparks:] Yeah Yeah Gangsta
[Beanie:] Tales tales
[Sparks:] Gangsta! Yeah
[Sparks:] Sugar coat
[Sparks]
Omillio Sparks the young gun
My life as an adolescent said I'll go through something
Other guys try to stand in my way like brick walls
So I kept guns in my palm like Mesiah scripts in Psalms
I should fear no man but God
So lord knows we could get it on
Guns baptized guys testing my pride
Clearing my conscience in the liquor store
With a fifth of Thunderbird but I be guzzling hard
Playing the corners with a washed up old-head
Chant tunes by the Whispers
Same corner where I banged at with niggaz
Cops drive by and grin on us
If they grabbed then
one of them nosey neighbors done snitched on us (Again?)
Hey this game juicy got me puffing looseys
Every two days interigated by the police
See, this life I live cost more than your Roley's money
It cost my homie Nook his whole life, ya heard me?
When he was here it was easy to love him like a brother
Now thats he's gone I find it difficult to talk to his mother
I mean - What do you say to a woman
That's just lost her only son to the game and the gun, except mami
"I'ma ride for him"
The look that she gave me "Like Sparks you got some nerve
Cause most of these niggas dont keep their words
Now I'm under pressure
And I cant even break that type of promise
and y'all niggas paint that picture
Risking your freedom
On the strength of memories of him
The time he made you laugh
The time he bust his gat when them other niggas ran
How real is that?
Omillio Sparks niggas holla back
[Beanie:] TALES - OF - A - HUSTLER
[Chorus: Sparks - repeat 2X]
In this life you not promised tommorow
So take the bitter with the sweet and maintain
In these vicious streets
Carry your heat and keep your mind on your money
Life's a gamble everybody got a number homie
TALES OF A HUSTLER
[Beanie]
I'm back to the block with it
Wait let me clear that up
I'm back to the blocks that you get when your block get it
Get hard with that hot water when the pot hit it
Get large with a little water when you pop wip it
I send hope to late scramblers
Sling coke to you late you scramblers
Go broke sling soap to you late night scramblers
No joke, I'm a crook, catch hooks broke, late night gamblers
Look - you loose limbs when fuck with him
That be I strapped and high
FBI all on back want to trap the guy
Got niggas in all black want to snatch my pies
Never that too many gats
Too many guns
Too many vest
Tough guys not to many left
Where they at?
Dead or locked behind bars in jail
I know I aint too far from hell
I'll spit the devil these bars in hell
Dog I been through it son
Look at my scars and tell
Catch Mac in a Chevy truck slightly tented
No excuses on who might be in it
You know passenger twisting backwoods
Slightly spinning
Crack the window the indo slightly scented
Splash of haze and hash lightly blented
Put the pressure on niggas who might be timid
Like, you got like a minute
To put the cash in this bag or ya ass just might be in it
In small piece, I'll snatch your family up
Start from tall nephews to your small nieces
Bitches
[Chorus]
Mom Praying Lyrics – Beanie Sigel (feat. Scarface)
"Oooh..."
I just hear mom praying, I just hear gran sayin...
"Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me..."
[Verse 1]
Eight decades and four years and gran still kickin
Look at ma, still whippin
Still keep a strap, won't hesitate to give the kids whippins
Tryin to make it to heaven, still livin
Make a visit, stop by the weed spot grab a dub
I know grams gon' have me a grub
I hit the front door, smell aroma of her food cookin
My favorite, a pot of rice and her stewed chicken
Hit the basement, holla at Uncle Doc
Nephew, wit Snu kickin
Where dudes, what's your new mission
We bust it up he cold frontin
I know this nigga wanna hold somethin
I know grams upstairs preppin for church
Matchin up her hat, shoes, pocketbooks and skirts
I break her off some dubs, so she can go see the preacher man
Even though I know he false teachin, damn
[CHORUS:]
"Ooooh..."
All I hear is grams prayin, I keep hearin moms sayin, shit
"Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me..."
That's all I hear is moms prayin, I keep hearin grams sayin...
"Somebody oughta just reach out and, help me..."
[Scarface]
Don't cry mama, your baby boy done weathered the storm
And I found peace right here in your arms
By the way, how you gettin along, huh?
I know it's been tough bearing the pain since daddy's been gone
But, all in all, you still stood tall and never shedded a tear
I'm thankin God you still here
Cause, only heaven knows all my heartaches and setbacks
Goin from a high school dropout to shovelin wet wax
I'm never gon' forget that, look in your eyes, (look in your eyes)
When you told me that my grandfather died
It was like nothing had happened, (naw) and I'm knowin that you miss him
But to accept death, is just the side of a good Christian
And I miss him, just words, and I lived it in life (lived it in life)
and I take it step by step, but I take it in Christ (take it in Christ)
Cuz I'm knowin I can't make it alone (uh, uh)
You told me not to buy you a new house because in heaven's your home
and as hurt as I was, I had to smile witcha
and thank God that we crossed paths cuz you one strong sister
and I'm never gon' forget ya
Heaven sent us an angel and the world gon' miss ya... mama
[CHORUS]
[Verse 3]
I'm in love with two women
The one that birth me
and the one that birth her
Know that you gotta hurt me
Before you hurt her or hurt her
Or hurt them or hurt we
I cursed see the worsest death
Beat you niggas to a thirsest breath
Off wit ya head niggas, fuck that all purpose vest
I'm ridin all out for Umi
Christian Caffer, though I follow the path of the sumi
What can I do but bow down and give offerings
For the lady with the softest skin
Keep picturin grams tuckin me in
Breakin me out of her change purse
Slash teacher, slash preacher, slash changed nurse
One woman, ten boys, seven daughters
Three story house wit no supporter
Damn, you wanna get your life in order
Words from the oldest boy of your youngest daughter
[CHORUS]
I just hear mom praying, I just hear gran sayin...
"Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me..."
[Verse 1]
Eight decades and four years and gran still kickin
Look at ma, still whippin
Still keep a strap, won't hesitate to give the kids whippins
Tryin to make it to heaven, still livin
Make a visit, stop by the weed spot grab a dub
I know grams gon' have me a grub
I hit the front door, smell aroma of her food cookin
My favorite, a pot of rice and her stewed chicken
Hit the basement, holla at Uncle Doc
Nephew, wit Snu kickin
Where dudes, what's your new mission
We bust it up he cold frontin
I know this nigga wanna hold somethin
I know grams upstairs preppin for church
Matchin up her hat, shoes, pocketbooks and skirts
I break her off some dubs, so she can go see the preacher man
Even though I know he false teachin, damn
[CHORUS:]
"Ooooh..."
All I hear is grams prayin, I keep hearin moms sayin, shit
"Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me..."
That's all I hear is moms prayin, I keep hearin grams sayin...
"Somebody oughta just reach out and, help me..."
[Scarface]
Don't cry mama, your baby boy done weathered the storm
And I found peace right here in your arms
By the way, how you gettin along, huh?
I know it's been tough bearing the pain since daddy's been gone
But, all in all, you still stood tall and never shedded a tear
I'm thankin God you still here
Cause, only heaven knows all my heartaches and setbacks
Goin from a high school dropout to shovelin wet wax
I'm never gon' forget that, look in your eyes, (look in your eyes)
When you told me that my grandfather died
It was like nothing had happened, (naw) and I'm knowin that you miss him
But to accept death, is just the side of a good Christian
And I miss him, just words, and I lived it in life (lived it in life)
and I take it step by step, but I take it in Christ (take it in Christ)
Cuz I'm knowin I can't make it alone (uh, uh)
You told me not to buy you a new house because in heaven's your home
and as hurt as I was, I had to smile witcha
and thank God that we crossed paths cuz you one strong sister
and I'm never gon' forget ya
Heaven sent us an angel and the world gon' miss ya... mama
[CHORUS]
[Verse 3]
I'm in love with two women
The one that birth me
and the one that birth her
Know that you gotta hurt me
Before you hurt her or hurt her
Or hurt them or hurt we
I cursed see the worsest death
Beat you niggas to a thirsest breath
Off wit ya head niggas, fuck that all purpose vest
I'm ridin all out for Umi
Christian Caffer, though I follow the path of the sumi
What can I do but bow down and give offerings
For the lady with the softest skin
Keep picturin grams tuckin me in
Breakin me out of her change purse
Slash teacher, slash preacher, slash changed nurse
One woman, ten boys, seven daughters
Three story house wit no supporter
Damn, you wanna get your life in order
Words from the oldest boy of your youngest daughter
[CHORUS]
Still Got Love For You Lyrics – Beanie Sigel (feat. Jay-Z and Rell)
For the record y'all.. uh-huh..
I know you hear me.. for the record y'all..
[Beanie Sigel]
_Dynasty_ album, track 16, listeners fret
I can't take back that sixteen
Shit the truth spoke, I gotta give the world true quotes
Can you feel it? I know the truth hurts
They say, "How can he disrespect his pop with harsh curses?"
Simple - harsh life, harsh verses
"I can't believe the mouth of this prick
He said put his mouth on his dick,"
I know we gotta talk bout that, I know you salt bout that
You on the tip like I don't like you
I got four kids, three baby mothers, I'm just like you
Sometimes I wanted to just fight you, shit
Swing on you - think I'm playin man, I'm just like you
I was a kid with a puzzle
with missing pieces tryin to put it together dawg, you put it together
You made me have to foot through the weather
in the storm with no raincoat
I don't only speak on me, I speak upon the kids in the same boat
Ridin the same water, same situation
Same fatherless daughter - I hate you, that's in your mind
Don't get caught up in the rhyme
You think I dissed you now, that I don't miss you now
Don't be a hater now, be glad I made it now
I know I probably rubbed you the wrong way
But fuck what the song say, for the record, check it
[Chorus: Rell]
Still got love for you, though you left me in the cold
To face this world alone, and make it on my own
I still got love for you, but I just can't fight the pain
It's so hard not to hate, but you grow up in a way
[Jay-Z]
I think you misunderstood me the first time..
Listen - that was my hurt in my heart talkin, along with the truth
I would thirst often as a youth cause of you the person
Moms nursin self-esteem issues
Round the house it's hard to find a clean tissue, minus her tears
To rewind this time I promise I minused my years
to the day to take the pain away
Seemed sunny outside, always rained on Jay
Pop you my umbrella, come help your son with the weather
Soon we come together like man and man and build
Play space, cards face up, I've come to deal
In order to get right we gotta deal with this wrong
And the pain I felt all my life you feel in the song
Your lack of warmth left a chill in the morn'
Your lack of love, left me loveless, and I'm of your breath
I'm your mind body and soul, your heart, your flesh
Your alcohol, your smoke, in results I'm a mess
And dad, still I love you no less dad
Hope you didn't think success would make me less mad
But not mad, just dissapointed - we wasted years
I swear to God, may you take me away from here
If you taught me anything
The one thing you taught me is to face my fears, coward
How could you let me grow without you?
Grind in this rap game, take dough without you?
Wear my Pro Keds close to the sole/soul without you?
Family pictures pose without you - WHY?! ..
Why shouldn't I be mad?
Monster's parents seperated, Monster had his dad
These parents had they problems, he still came to the pad
He bought 'em new bikes, imagine what that felt like
Used to have to butt my head to go to sleep at night
Nigga you did me wrong but the love is strong, let's move on
[Chorus - 2X]
I know you hear me.. for the record y'all..
[Beanie Sigel]
_Dynasty_ album, track 16, listeners fret
I can't take back that sixteen
Shit the truth spoke, I gotta give the world true quotes
Can you feel it? I know the truth hurts
They say, "How can he disrespect his pop with harsh curses?"
Simple - harsh life, harsh verses
"I can't believe the mouth of this prick
He said put his mouth on his dick,"
I know we gotta talk bout that, I know you salt bout that
You on the tip like I don't like you
I got four kids, three baby mothers, I'm just like you
Sometimes I wanted to just fight you, shit
Swing on you - think I'm playin man, I'm just like you
I was a kid with a puzzle
with missing pieces tryin to put it together dawg, you put it together
You made me have to foot through the weather
in the storm with no raincoat
I don't only speak on me, I speak upon the kids in the same boat
Ridin the same water, same situation
Same fatherless daughter - I hate you, that's in your mind
Don't get caught up in the rhyme
You think I dissed you now, that I don't miss you now
Don't be a hater now, be glad I made it now
I know I probably rubbed you the wrong way
But fuck what the song say, for the record, check it
[Chorus: Rell]
Still got love for you, though you left me in the cold
To face this world alone, and make it on my own
I still got love for you, but I just can't fight the pain
It's so hard not to hate, but you grow up in a way
[Jay-Z]
I think you misunderstood me the first time..
Listen - that was my hurt in my heart talkin, along with the truth
I would thirst often as a youth cause of you the person
Moms nursin self-esteem issues
Round the house it's hard to find a clean tissue, minus her tears
To rewind this time I promise I minused my years
to the day to take the pain away
Seemed sunny outside, always rained on Jay
Pop you my umbrella, come help your son with the weather
Soon we come together like man and man and build
Play space, cards face up, I've come to deal
In order to get right we gotta deal with this wrong
And the pain I felt all my life you feel in the song
Your lack of warmth left a chill in the morn'
Your lack of love, left me loveless, and I'm of your breath
I'm your mind body and soul, your heart, your flesh
Your alcohol, your smoke, in results I'm a mess
And dad, still I love you no less dad
Hope you didn't think success would make me less mad
But not mad, just dissapointed - we wasted years
I swear to God, may you take me away from here
If you taught me anything
The one thing you taught me is to face my fears, coward
How could you let me grow without you?
Grind in this rap game, take dough without you?
Wear my Pro Keds close to the sole/soul without you?
Family pictures pose without you - WHY?! ..
Why shouldn't I be mad?
Monster's parents seperated, Monster had his dad
These parents had they problems, he still came to the pad
He bought 'em new bikes, imagine what that felt like
Used to have to butt my head to go to sleep at night
Nigga you did me wrong but the love is strong, let's move on
[Chorus - 2X]
What Your Life Like 2 Lyrics – Beanie Sigel
C'mon let's try this Guru..
[Beanie Sigel]
When I was five years old, I realized it was a road
But at the end, I ain't seen lots of pots of gold
I seen a long cell block, the box, the hold
Six hundred fenced in - some innocent, some rotten souls
Some men with men - stop it, whoa
I ain't runnin up in shit but a broad on her back
Tryin to cop a small hammer, move out like +Shawshank+
with +Redemptions+, I got my mind on revenges
They tryin to kill me at the same time keep me alive
I'm movin out like Adebisi on +Oz+
With my skully on tilt, two whacks in my palm
Posted up in the yard, everyday I think of pokin the guard
Throw a crack a nigga turnin me in
Tryin to crack a nigga turnin me thin
Food soakin in lard, news fools get opened in cards
with (??), in this prison life, what you livin like?
[Chorus]
Can you tell me what you live like?
Can you tell me what that bed like, what's that cell like?
What's livin in hell like? Tell me do you eat right?
Do you even sleep right?
Yo, tell me what your life like
Tell me do you sleep nights, tell me what that life like?
Gettin no kites like, no flicks like
Make you wanna quit life
[Beanie Sigel]
Them four letters is a motherfucker
That's forever like a motherfucker
Without a letter from a motherfucker?
It ain't even bout the cheddar from a motherfucker
Write a kite, some flicks from a motherfucker
Some drawers, some socks, some kicks from a motherfucker
I can't believe I'm doin this bid for you motherfuckers
I'm down for another joker case
I was dealt this hand, and I'ma play it with my poker face
On the block ready to POKE a face
I got an L goin around with a smokin case?
You steal the deoderant out of CVS, you locked for retail theft
I got it body half a block stolen DT vest
My rap sheet read three D abreast
Dangerous, duct tape daughters
I take to the street, like a duck take to water
Get your duck game in order
My bust game in order, I fluffs 'caine with water
[Chorus]
[Beanie Sigel]
That's fucked up, you bout to take your longest trip
and can't do shit, but suck it up, be strong and shit
Handcuffed, ankle to wrist, in back of the bus
Flashbacks of you back in the world
Can't fuck now you thinkin bout who in back of your girl
Got her ass up (kill this bitch) playin your crib
Thinkin bout who raisin your kids
Shit was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your crib
6:30 in the morning, they kick your door in
Feds pour in, snatch you out your bed while you snorin
You unaware of what's goin on and
Come to find out, clients you had for years, turned to foreman
Told the law about the drops you make
How your clientele first started to escalate
Givin him keys to your crib, was your next mistake
At that dinner table, breakin out that extra plate
You can't turn a career addict off his coke habit
Put him on post with the toast that promote static
Back to the operation, they got you locked at the station
Fuck your back time, you worryin about what you facin
Heart racin, situation gettin scary
Old clients are showin up, at the preliminary
D.A. tryin to bury a nigga to Neveruary, 31st
God damn, that gotta hurt
[Beanie Sigel]
When I was five years old, I realized it was a road
But at the end, I ain't seen lots of pots of gold
I seen a long cell block, the box, the hold
Six hundred fenced in - some innocent, some rotten souls
Some men with men - stop it, whoa
I ain't runnin up in shit but a broad on her back
Tryin to cop a small hammer, move out like +Shawshank+
with +Redemptions+, I got my mind on revenges
They tryin to kill me at the same time keep me alive
I'm movin out like Adebisi on +Oz+
With my skully on tilt, two whacks in my palm
Posted up in the yard, everyday I think of pokin the guard
Throw a crack a nigga turnin me in
Tryin to crack a nigga turnin me thin
Food soakin in lard, news fools get opened in cards
with (??), in this prison life, what you livin like?
[Chorus]
Can you tell me what you live like?
Can you tell me what that bed like, what's that cell like?
What's livin in hell like? Tell me do you eat right?
Do you even sleep right?
Yo, tell me what your life like
Tell me do you sleep nights, tell me what that life like?
Gettin no kites like, no flicks like
Make you wanna quit life
[Beanie Sigel]
Them four letters is a motherfucker
That's forever like a motherfucker
Without a letter from a motherfucker?
It ain't even bout the cheddar from a motherfucker
Write a kite, some flicks from a motherfucker
Some drawers, some socks, some kicks from a motherfucker
I can't believe I'm doin this bid for you motherfuckers
I'm down for another joker case
I was dealt this hand, and I'ma play it with my poker face
On the block ready to POKE a face
I got an L goin around with a smokin case?
You steal the deoderant out of CVS, you locked for retail theft
I got it body half a block stolen DT vest
My rap sheet read three D abreast
Dangerous, duct tape daughters
I take to the street, like a duck take to water
Get your duck game in order
My bust game in order, I fluffs 'caine with water
[Chorus]
[Beanie Sigel]
That's fucked up, you bout to take your longest trip
and can't do shit, but suck it up, be strong and shit
Handcuffed, ankle to wrist, in back of the bus
Flashbacks of you back in the world
Can't fuck now you thinkin bout who in back of your girl
Got her ass up (kill this bitch) playin your crib
Thinkin bout who raisin your kids
Shit was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your crib
6:30 in the morning, they kick your door in
Feds pour in, snatch you out your bed while you snorin
You unaware of what's goin on and
Come to find out, clients you had for years, turned to foreman
Told the law about the drops you make
How your clientele first started to escalate
Givin him keys to your crib, was your next mistake
At that dinner table, breakin out that extra plate
You can't turn a career addict off his coke habit
Put him on post with the toast that promote static
Back to the operation, they got you locked at the station
Fuck your back time, you worryin about what you facin
Heart racin, situation gettin scary
Old clients are showin up, at the preliminary
D.A. tryin to bury a nigga to Neveruary, 31st
God damn, that gotta hurt
The Truth Lyrics – Beanie Sigel
I speak the truth
Truth , nothin but the truth
Y'all know what I bring to the game I speak the truth
The truth , nothing but the truth
[Beanie Mac]
I hope you got an extra mic and a fire proof booth
Cuz you know I'm known to metal wire or two
You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze
I melt down cracks that's real to save
Hit the studio , jars of dro , bars to blow
B. Sigel with that arsenic flow
Fuck that , don't hold me back
I roll with crack , y'all cats told Mac to rap
Y'all don't realize y'all released the beast untame
Speech all flame , streets y'all blame
It should be an honor for y'all to speak my name
I could go before your honor he couldn't and peep my game
Gotta laugh , y'all acted like ya' spit it the same
Why you motherfuckers can't get in the game
I come from high school , and go straight to the league
Who you know who can spit at the Sig
[CHORUS 2X]
Nigga the truth , every time I step in the booth
I speak the truth , y'all know what I'm bringing to you
I bring the truth , you motherfuckers know who I be
I be the truth , when I speak cell set you free
Nigga the truth
[Beanie Mac]
Aint nothin changed with Sig I'm still stuck in the kitchen
So what I'm signed , that's fine still stuck in position
You motherfuckers know me well , couple court cases from jail
Couple 4-4 shells from hell
Stuck on this mission , go home , my girl fussin and bitchin
Motherfucker won't you change your life , I'm thinkin
Motherfucker won't I change my wife
Ignorant bastard laughin like fuck the rap shit
It's just another hustle ,another way for niggas to touch you
Now they know the face of Beans
Now they , see my face on screens and I aint even chase this dream
I feel sorry for those who did
Y'all niggas can't stop the boar , whether rock or raw
I'm slingin coke in a rock valor
You niggas know what block I'm on , glock in palm
You wanna get shot , karate chopped or stabbed this song
Motherfucker
[CHORUS]
[Beanie Mac]
Black Friday management , and Roc's the label
And I still hit you niggas with shots that's fatal
That bullshit vest can't save you
I had a doc open you up from chest to navel
See my face on cable , and have flashbacks of that cold ass table
And them hoes I gave you
I'm that nigga that'll come and pour salt in your wound
At the hospital , while the cops guardin your room
You gotta see what I've seen , look where I've looked
Touch what I've reached , and take what I've took
You gotta go where I've gone , walk where I've walked
To get where I'm at to speak what I've talked
You gotta lay where I've laid , stay where I've stayed
Play where I've played to make what I've made
You gotta move what I've moved , use what I used
Use tools how I use , use fools how I use
Truth , nothin but the truth
Y'all know what I bring to the game I speak the truth
The truth , nothing but the truth
[Beanie Mac]
I hope you got an extra mic and a fire proof booth
Cuz you know I'm known to metal wire or two
You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze
I melt down cracks that's real to save
Hit the studio , jars of dro , bars to blow
B. Sigel with that arsenic flow
Fuck that , don't hold me back
I roll with crack , y'all cats told Mac to rap
Y'all don't realize y'all released the beast untame
Speech all flame , streets y'all blame
It should be an honor for y'all to speak my name
I could go before your honor he couldn't and peep my game
Gotta laugh , y'all acted like ya' spit it the same
Why you motherfuckers can't get in the game
I come from high school , and go straight to the league
Who you know who can spit at the Sig
[CHORUS 2X]
Nigga the truth , every time I step in the booth
I speak the truth , y'all know what I'm bringing to you
I bring the truth , you motherfuckers know who I be
I be the truth , when I speak cell set you free
Nigga the truth
[Beanie Mac]
Aint nothin changed with Sig I'm still stuck in the kitchen
So what I'm signed , that's fine still stuck in position
You motherfuckers know me well , couple court cases from jail
Couple 4-4 shells from hell
Stuck on this mission , go home , my girl fussin and bitchin
Motherfucker won't you change your life , I'm thinkin
Motherfucker won't I change my wife
Ignorant bastard laughin like fuck the rap shit
It's just another hustle ,another way for niggas to touch you
Now they know the face of Beans
Now they , see my face on screens and I aint even chase this dream
I feel sorry for those who did
Y'all niggas can't stop the boar , whether rock or raw
I'm slingin coke in a rock valor
You niggas know what block I'm on , glock in palm
You wanna get shot , karate chopped or stabbed this song
Motherfucker
[CHORUS]
[Beanie Mac]
Black Friday management , and Roc's the label
And I still hit you niggas with shots that's fatal
That bullshit vest can't save you
I had a doc open you up from chest to navel
See my face on cable , and have flashbacks of that cold ass table
And them hoes I gave you
I'm that nigga that'll come and pour salt in your wound
At the hospital , while the cops guardin your room
You gotta see what I've seen , look where I've looked
Touch what I've reached , and take what I've took
You gotta go where I've gone , walk where I've walked
To get where I'm at to speak what I've talked
You gotta lay where I've laid , stay where I've stayed
Play where I've played to make what I've made
You gotta move what I've moved , use what I used
Use tools how I use , use fools how I use
Who Want What Lyrics – Beanie Sigel
What up Sigel?
Huh? Yeah
Smash , scrape, scrape.... you know the game baby
[CHORUS 2X: Beanie Mac and Memphis]
Who the fuck want what
Me and Bleek charmed up , with your town under siege
Diligent in the sleeve
Who the fuck want what
Me and Beans charmed up , got you niggas arms up
My squad be armed up
[Memphis Bleek]
This one's for the dogs with the 4-4 long
You niggas bust shots but you throw yours wrong (yeah)
Peep game , niggas leaves stain when it rain
Damped and wont dry we thugs we won't cry
[Beanie Mac]
Ayo you know how we play dog , smash and scrape
Pull them real tools out they won't blast them eights
Trust me they start tellin who blast the weight
Bleek a three time felon I'ma basket case
[MB]
You bout ta witness a dynasty like no other
Who flow like Bleek , think , no other
Who rhyme like Sigel , dog , no other
It's Roc-a-Fella twin desert eagle no other
[BM]
Ayo we outshinin niggas , two of the finest niggas
Got niggas like damn where'd Jay find them niggas
Rock blocked diamonds niggas , that'll blind you niggas
You know it's Cru Love , just thought we'd remind you niggas
Who the fuck want what
Who the fuck want what
Who the fuck want what
Who the fuck want what
Who the fuck want what
Who want what
Who the fuck want what
Beans and Bleek , Roc baby , don't stop
[MB]
Ayo I ride with the top down , high with the glock now
War it don't stop now , Memph man hot now
Niggas didn't want that I'm still where you pump at
B. Sigel , M. Bleek , niggas can't front that
[BM]
Ayo nigga who want that , not a soul
First week, no video , went gold
Bases loaded , now I'm up to bat
Witness the truth , niggas can't fuck with that
[MB]
Fuck those who disagree like these streets aint mine
Like the Roc don't mean somethin , glock won't lean somethin
[BM]
Ayo like I won't pop up in fifty shot machine somethin
Hit you from a half a block , infrared beam somethin
Niggas don't want it with Mac , trust me
Niggas wanna chill , roll up , and get blunted with Mac
[MB]
A then we swerve out , blowin herb out , you heard 'bout
My 'bout it squad , niggas get rowdy and rob
[CHORUS]
[MB]
Ayo you heard the title nigga , who the fuck want what
My bullets you get em free who the fuck want one
[BM]
Ayo I still throw 4, 5, 6 , upset rookies
Set up shop on Flushin , who you can't touch him
[MB]
I'm still on two birds , two blunts , too hurt
Two of the biggets guns put two in your shirt
[BM]
You can still get two to your chest
I'll show what a thug about and let them slugs spit out
[MB]
I'm that same cat all black crack in my palm
Hop off the B. Franklin with gat in my palm
[BM]
Yo I still spit a thousand bars , still roam the resevoir with dogs
I still wire your jaw
[MB]
And yeah I smoke weed , I don't give a you know
Pop up on your block and hit it up in the Hugo
[BM]
To the streets all over , we spot you niggas
Put your feet up Hova , we got you nigga
[CHORUS]
Huh? Yeah
Smash , scrape, scrape.... you know the game baby
[CHORUS 2X: Beanie Mac and Memphis]
Who the fuck want what
Me and Bleek charmed up , with your town under siege
Diligent in the sleeve
Who the fuck want what
Me and Beans charmed up , got you niggas arms up
My squad be armed up
[Memphis Bleek]
This one's for the dogs with the 4-4 long
You niggas bust shots but you throw yours wrong (yeah)
Peep game , niggas leaves stain when it rain
Damped and wont dry we thugs we won't cry
[Beanie Mac]
Ayo you know how we play dog , smash and scrape
Pull them real tools out they won't blast them eights
Trust me they start tellin who blast the weight
Bleek a three time felon I'ma basket case
[MB]
You bout ta witness a dynasty like no other
Who flow like Bleek , think , no other
Who rhyme like Sigel , dog , no other
It's Roc-a-Fella twin desert eagle no other
[BM]
Ayo we outshinin niggas , two of the finest niggas
Got niggas like damn where'd Jay find them niggas
Rock blocked diamonds niggas , that'll blind you niggas
You know it's Cru Love , just thought we'd remind you niggas
Who the fuck want what
Who the fuck want what
Who the fuck want what
Who the fuck want what
Who the fuck want what
Who want what
Who the fuck want what
Beans and Bleek , Roc baby , don't stop
[MB]
Ayo I ride with the top down , high with the glock now
War it don't stop now , Memph man hot now
Niggas didn't want that I'm still where you pump at
B. Sigel , M. Bleek , niggas can't front that
[BM]
Ayo nigga who want that , not a soul
First week, no video , went gold
Bases loaded , now I'm up to bat
Witness the truth , niggas can't fuck with that
[MB]
Fuck those who disagree like these streets aint mine
Like the Roc don't mean somethin , glock won't lean somethin
[BM]
Ayo like I won't pop up in fifty shot machine somethin
Hit you from a half a block , infrared beam somethin
Niggas don't want it with Mac , trust me
Niggas wanna chill , roll up , and get blunted with Mac
[MB]
A then we swerve out , blowin herb out , you heard 'bout
My 'bout it squad , niggas get rowdy and rob
[CHORUS]
[MB]
Ayo you heard the title nigga , who the fuck want what
My bullets you get em free who the fuck want one
[BM]
Ayo I still throw 4, 5, 6 , upset rookies
Set up shop on Flushin , who you can't touch him
[MB]
I'm still on two birds , two blunts , too hurt
Two of the biggets guns put two in your shirt
[BM]
You can still get two to your chest
I'll show what a thug about and let them slugs spit out
[MB]
I'm that same cat all black crack in my palm
Hop off the B. Franklin with gat in my palm
[BM]
Yo I still spit a thousand bars , still roam the resevoir with dogs
I still wire your jaw
[MB]
And yeah I smoke weed , I don't give a you know
Pop up on your block and hit it up in the Hugo
[BM]
To the streets all over , we spot you niggas
Put your feet up Hova , we got you nigga
[CHORUS]
Raw & Uncut Lyrics – Beanie Sigel (feat. Jay-Z)
[Beanie Sigel]
What
Spit what man
Man I don't know where that shit be comin from dawg for real
Ain't no fuckin rapper man
16
I don't know jay
If you don't believe me then..
Who you know who can spit till he pop the real
Never thought about rappin till he coped his deal
I really held down my block for real
All I do is crack rock and how to pop the steel
How to box niggas in where they can barely move
Roll wit straight thugs never scary dudes
Keep bodies on them guns and we share our tools
Duece 1 ball for philly like Larry Hughes
Keep the desert eagle wit the beam tucked by the scrotum
Get locked in jail run a block sell open
Mind went to jail I get dro el's roll em
Bookie nigga clippin niggas like L odom
I got dough I choose not to spend it
Catch me in avis &budget in somethin rented
Long as the windows tented (I don't give a fuck)
I'm in it
I was holdin wit music rollin in the gold infinite
[chorus: Jay-Z and Beanie Sigel]
[Jay-Z]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it it might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and thats how life goes
But nigga this is the life you chose ya heard me
[Beanie]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it it might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and thas how life goes
Thas just the life we chose
[Jay-Z]
We don't complain thas just how it be
I shuffle back against the ropes like ali
I hustle through the alley through the valley of the death
And I never play fair in the eyes of the ref
Fuck it give me a tech and i'll come back right
Can't go inside the game ain't got enough strikes
Come at me wrong i'll come at you the same
Come at me sideways i'll come wit your brains
Come at me direct and i'll come back wit names
I'm hot like boilin water I'll come back wit cane
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Keep it raw & uncut for all the bitches and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt your nose
[Beanie Sigel]
But only the strong survive and thas how life goes
I know I'm outta control
Me and jay same track you gotta be kiddin
Its like that nigga Jordan i'm Scottie Pippen
Its like Magic Worthy
Parish Bird an
Stockten Malone shit
Who gonna stop and hold this
Game like Doc and Moses
Full court press and the rock control this
[Choruse]
[Beanie Sigel]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and thas how life goes
Thas just the life we chose
[Jay-Z]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and thats how life goes
But nigga this is the life you chose ya heard me
[Beanie Sigel]
I use to catch that train and snatch that chain
Do anything for a game to catch some change
Whether it was shootin the dice or clappin the gauge
I was a nigga wit a strong arm like satchel paige
I'm tellin you dawg I'm the wrong one to fuck wit at all
I'm the type that'll set a broad day in the mall
Up in glocks wit body shops takin a fall
Fuck you cock swats feds and all
[Jay-Z]
No no no homie I didn't say I could hit you wit dirty o's
But I said if I can supply 30 of those
ding ding homie come holla at the kingpin
The gods are reapal the carters is leathel
Hang wit psychotic people who like so fuck niggas
Came up singin that god was evils
Slang Heron like revolvin a eagle
And I blew to the point I bought cars for the people
[Jay-Z]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and thats how life goes
But nigga this is the life you chose ya heard me
[Beanie Sigel]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and thas how life goes
Thas just the life we chose
[Jay-Z speaking]
Sigel Sigel ya'll
Jigga Jigga ya'll
What
Nah homie I can't take your take demo
I don't got no pockets
What
Nah man
What
Spit what man
Man I don't know where that shit be comin from dawg for real
Ain't no fuckin rapper man
16
I don't know jay
If you don't believe me then..
Who you know who can spit till he pop the real
Never thought about rappin till he coped his deal
I really held down my block for real
All I do is crack rock and how to pop the steel
How to box niggas in where they can barely move
Roll wit straight thugs never scary dudes
Keep bodies on them guns and we share our tools
Duece 1 ball for philly like Larry Hughes
Keep the desert eagle wit the beam tucked by the scrotum
Get locked in jail run a block sell open
Mind went to jail I get dro el's roll em
Bookie nigga clippin niggas like L odom
I got dough I choose not to spend it
Catch me in avis &budget in somethin rented
Long as the windows tented (I don't give a fuck)
I'm in it
I was holdin wit music rollin in the gold infinite
[chorus: Jay-Z and Beanie Sigel]
[Jay-Z]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it it might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and thats how life goes
But nigga this is the life you chose ya heard me
[Beanie]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it it might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and thas how life goes
Thas just the life we chose
[Jay-Z]
We don't complain thas just how it be
I shuffle back against the ropes like ali
I hustle through the alley through the valley of the death
And I never play fair in the eyes of the ref
Fuck it give me a tech and i'll come back right
Can't go inside the game ain't got enough strikes
Come at me wrong i'll come at you the same
Come at me sideways i'll come wit your brains
Come at me direct and i'll come back wit names
I'm hot like boilin water I'll come back wit cane
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Keep it raw & uncut for all the bitches and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt your nose
[Beanie Sigel]
But only the strong survive and thas how life goes
I know I'm outta control
Me and jay same track you gotta be kiddin
Its like that nigga Jordan i'm Scottie Pippen
Its like Magic Worthy
Parish Bird an
Stockten Malone shit
Who gonna stop and hold this
Game like Doc and Moses
Full court press and the rock control this
[Choruse]
[Beanie Sigel]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and thas how life goes
Thas just the life we chose
[Jay-Z]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and thats how life goes
But nigga this is the life you chose ya heard me
[Beanie Sigel]
I use to catch that train and snatch that chain
Do anything for a game to catch some change
Whether it was shootin the dice or clappin the gauge
I was a nigga wit a strong arm like satchel paige
I'm tellin you dawg I'm the wrong one to fuck wit at all
I'm the type that'll set a broad day in the mall
Up in glocks wit body shops takin a fall
Fuck you cock swats feds and all
[Jay-Z]
No no no homie I didn't say I could hit you wit dirty o's
But I said if I can supply 30 of those
ding ding homie come holla at the kingpin
The gods are reapal the carters is leathel
Hang wit psychotic people who like so fuck niggas
Came up singin that god was evils
Slang Heron like revolvin a eagle
And I blew to the point I bought cars for the people
[Jay-Z]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and thats how life goes
But nigga this is the life you chose ya heard me
[Beanie Sigel]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and thas how life goes
Thas just the life we chose
[Jay-Z speaking]
Sigel Sigel ya'll
Jigga Jigga ya'll
What
Nah homie I can't take your take demo
I don't got no pockets
What
Nah man
Mac Man Lyrics – Beanie Sigel
This shit is not a fuckin game
[Chorus x2]
Pac man, y'all niggas know my name
It'll take a quarter key to survive in my game
They call me Pac man, and ain't a damn thing change
Even though I got signed I'ma still slang thangs
[Verse 1]
Ay yo I cop power pellets (and y'all call 'em bricks)
I make little dots (and y'all chop rocks to flip)
Before junior, they had me out on a chase
Running from these ghost monsters y'all calling the jakes
All I do is stack loot
Run around and eat fruit
And harass these lady cops named Pinky and Sue
My whole life been a maze in a chase
Can't keep still without these monsters on my back invadin my space
I got two hitmen that'll bury U brothers
They rule the underworld
U know'em as the Mario brothers
Straight cannons
And won't hesitate to shoot U
And they stay goin to war wit that latin King Koopa
I got a worker named Frogger
When I say jump he leap
A highway boy who be runin the streets
Wit that package
Dodgin through traffic that's narrow
And my nigga Donkey Kong bringin weed in by the barrels
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2 Missing Verse]
I take over blocks section by section
Shake under cover cops and make 'em change direction
They best bet is to relax and chill
Sonic couldn't catch me I'm good at track and field
I might run up in your spot
When I'm runnin' from the cops
Sling work a Dime a dot
A hundred a rock
I give out cooked
Yeah But I only get raw
And I keep a nice stash in case I have a Pitfall
I got a worker named turtle that be movin my snow
He bring strait dough
He just move it too slow
I don't fuck with them crabs I had to blast those boys
I caught them breakin down my rocks like asteroids
Met ms. pac told she could go on a mission
But first she got to let me put in pole position
I wish I woulda knew then what I now know sooner
Cause 10 towns later here come pac Jr.
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
I got drugs for every race, color, and creed
I sling mushrooms to white boys in club Centipede
Donkey Kong was gettin money from slinging weed
I don't know why he wanna start a pie factory
We can be partners
That's murda, us connecting
Wit the right blow
And Burger Time doing the cheffin
We can get doe
Can't let the cops catch us
And if it move slow (still stack blocks like tetris)
Whoever don't wanna get down, they stupid
Not the one to jump around these blocks like Q-bit
Ain't nobody out there making no noise
Wit they own route but that nigga Paper Boy
We can take his stuff
He ain't tough he a nut
He always letting Dig Dug pump em up
I pull a plug on 'em niggas if they don't wanna set it
Game over niggas, I'll see you next credit
[Chorus x2]
[Chorus x2]
Pac man, y'all niggas know my name
It'll take a quarter key to survive in my game
They call me Pac man, and ain't a damn thing change
Even though I got signed I'ma still slang thangs
[Verse 1]
Ay yo I cop power pellets (and y'all call 'em bricks)
I make little dots (and y'all chop rocks to flip)
Before junior, they had me out on a chase
Running from these ghost monsters y'all calling the jakes
All I do is stack loot
Run around and eat fruit
And harass these lady cops named Pinky and Sue
My whole life been a maze in a chase
Can't keep still without these monsters on my back invadin my space
I got two hitmen that'll bury U brothers
They rule the underworld
U know'em as the Mario brothers
Straight cannons
And won't hesitate to shoot U
And they stay goin to war wit that latin King Koopa
I got a worker named Frogger
When I say jump he leap
A highway boy who be runin the streets
Wit that package
Dodgin through traffic that's narrow
And my nigga Donkey Kong bringin weed in by the barrels
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2 Missing Verse]
I take over blocks section by section
Shake under cover cops and make 'em change direction
They best bet is to relax and chill
Sonic couldn't catch me I'm good at track and field
I might run up in your spot
When I'm runnin' from the cops
Sling work a Dime a dot
A hundred a rock
I give out cooked
Yeah But I only get raw
And I keep a nice stash in case I have a Pitfall
I got a worker named turtle that be movin my snow
He bring strait dough
He just move it too slow
I don't fuck with them crabs I had to blast those boys
I caught them breakin down my rocks like asteroids
Met ms. pac told she could go on a mission
But first she got to let me put in pole position
I wish I woulda knew then what I now know sooner
Cause 10 towns later here come pac Jr.
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
I got drugs for every race, color, and creed
I sling mushrooms to white boys in club Centipede
Donkey Kong was gettin money from slinging weed
I don't know why he wanna start a pie factory
We can be partners
That's murda, us connecting
Wit the right blow
And Burger Time doing the cheffin
We can get doe
Can't let the cops catch us
And if it move slow (still stack blocks like tetris)
Whoever don't wanna get down, they stupid
Not the one to jump around these blocks like Q-bit
Ain't nobody out there making no noise
Wit they own route but that nigga Paper Boy
We can take his stuff
He ain't tough he a nut
He always letting Dig Dug pump em up
I pull a plug on 'em niggas if they don't wanna set it
Game over niggas, I'll see you next credit
[Chorus x2]
Playa Lyrics – Beanie Sigel (feat. Jay-Z)
[CHORUS:] If you a playa , get it now like a playa
Get it down like a playa , spit a round like a playa
If you a playa , roll an ounce like a playa
Get an ounce like a playa , bounce like a playa
If you a playa , get it now like a playa
Get it down like a playa , spit a round like a playa
If you a playa , get an ounce playa , bounce , playa
Bounce , bounce , bounce
[Beanie Mac]
When I step in the club , bitches know my name
I don't do alotta talkin bitches know my game
Don't gotta buy alotta drinks bitches know my aim
Y'all get them whores drunk just to get some brain
When the Roc in the place , they go bezerk
We make em bounce till they motherfuckin shoulders hurt
Bitches lift up skirts , take off shirts
Fine babysitters take off work
Lose they jobs, panties , shoes and bras
Niggas mad at us cuz they lose they wives
I don't step up in the club without a weapon in the club
Cuz niggas get drunk and kick crap up in the club
That's why my tool be cocked , niggas mad cuz my shoes be blocked
And my jewels be rocked
If you a playa , you wouldn't be in my pocket
If you a playa , you like it , you see it , you cop it
[CHORUS]
[AMIL]
If you a playa , you got the three basic niggas
Your trick your lick and your dick niggas
The object never fall in love wit em
Run to the malls and the clubs for them
If you a playa , then you choose em like a playa
Use em like a playa ,then you lose em like a playa
I bet I'll still be they favorite bitch
Some bought me ice , some paid for whips
C'mon you know the rules in this playa shit
Aint no such thing as a relationship
If you a playa , get it now like a playa , get it down like a playa
Spit a round like a playa
If you a playa , roll an ounce like a playa , get an ounce like a
playa , bounce like a playa
If you a playa , bounce , bounce like a playa nigga, bounce , bounce
[CHORUS]
[Jay-Z]
Jiggaman ya heard?
If you a playa , will you pull up to the curb
Niggas chicks fly the coupe when you pull up to them birds
Why the fuck would you bring her
When the rocks on that man got his whole hand lookin like ET's finger
If you a playa , keep your cars with the year (year)
Your watch game tight (tight) your hustle over there (uh-huh)
Your house outta sight , your enemies close
And your family tight and never try to make a ho your housewife
[CHORUS]
Get it down like a playa , spit a round like a playa
If you a playa , roll an ounce like a playa
Get an ounce like a playa , bounce like a playa
If you a playa , get it now like a playa
Get it down like a playa , spit a round like a playa
If you a playa , get an ounce playa , bounce , playa
Bounce , bounce , bounce
[Beanie Mac]
When I step in the club , bitches know my name
I don't do alotta talkin bitches know my game
Don't gotta buy alotta drinks bitches know my aim
Y'all get them whores drunk just to get some brain
When the Roc in the place , they go bezerk
We make em bounce till they motherfuckin shoulders hurt
Bitches lift up skirts , take off shirts
Fine babysitters take off work
Lose they jobs, panties , shoes and bras
Niggas mad at us cuz they lose they wives
I don't step up in the club without a weapon in the club
Cuz niggas get drunk and kick crap up in the club
That's why my tool be cocked , niggas mad cuz my shoes be blocked
And my jewels be rocked
If you a playa , you wouldn't be in my pocket
If you a playa , you like it , you see it , you cop it
[CHORUS]
[AMIL]
If you a playa , you got the three basic niggas
Your trick your lick and your dick niggas
The object never fall in love wit em
Run to the malls and the clubs for them
If you a playa , then you choose em like a playa
Use em like a playa ,then you lose em like a playa
I bet I'll still be they favorite bitch
Some bought me ice , some paid for whips
C'mon you know the rules in this playa shit
Aint no such thing as a relationship
If you a playa , get it now like a playa , get it down like a playa
Spit a round like a playa
If you a playa , roll an ounce like a playa , get an ounce like a
playa , bounce like a playa
If you a playa , bounce , bounce like a playa nigga, bounce , bounce
[CHORUS]
[Jay-Z]
Jiggaman ya heard?
If you a playa , will you pull up to the curb
Niggas chicks fly the coupe when you pull up to them birds
Why the fuck would you bring her
When the rocks on that man got his whole hand lookin like ET's finger
If you a playa , keep your cars with the year (year)
Your watch game tight (tight) your hustle over there (uh-huh)
Your house outta sight , your enemies close
And your family tight and never try to make a ho your housewife
[CHORUS]
Everybody Wanna Be A Star Lyrics – Beanie Sigel
You cannot be me
(ha ha)
Deke what I tell you! What I tell you!
Look at they face now! You cats cannot be me it's only one me
Look at they face now! Stupid! All of them!
I'm not the second nobody , it's one me
I told you it was gon happen!
You can be that way if you want , it's me
Now look at they face! Look at them crawlin on they knees!
Sigel
[Beanie Mac]
Why niggas can't never just play they part
Gotta be the first ones that say they talk
Say they shared , first ones to say they did
Can't never be they self gotta play that kid
You know the same young buck you let touch the coke
And now that he come up he wanna cut your throat
And you gave from the block , put em to your neck
Now he givin you a glock puttin it to your neck
You know that same bitch said don't fuck with him
That nigga no good aint no trust in him
Two days later see her in a truck with him
Two years later now that bitch stuck with twins
That nigga been broke why now she fuck his friends
Got a lap dance in bars and touch them ends
Time uncovered a veil over people's plots
And the dumb shit they do to get on top
[CHORUS: Nafeisa and Beanie Mac]
Everybody wants to be a star
Everybody wanna be a star , don't wanna be who they are
Everybody wants to be a star
Every bitch wanna hop in your car , every hater wanna give you scars
[Beanie Mac]
Man every fucking day , these no flow niggas
Always in my face , with they promo niggas
I thought I told y'all , I don't know Jigga
I'm not Beanie Sigel , and I don't flow neither
What happened to your keys and dreams of being cracklords
Now it's Trinities , MP's and trackboards
I switched my hustle to get this cream
Now everybody and they mom wanna SPIT 16
I got niggas wastin they change to get in this game
Like shit gon change when they get in this game
You think it's just rhymes and beats
Man this shit's stress time and heat , deadlines to meet
Everybody wanna come cry to me , come spit they little lines to me
You shouldn't of lied to me , naw dog you can't rhyme wit me
Like you tied to me , like I don't see what you tryin na be
[CHORUS addition]
Stop tryin na be a star, be who you are
Maybe you will go a little far
[Beanie Mac]
Man I aint gon lie I thought all the glitz was gold
And like Jay (I watched the truth unfold)
And now that I got a little time in with this rhymin
I found out everything that shine aint a diamond
Everything that come in a jar aint dro
Aint no use you spittin them bars you can't flow
Aint no use you gettin that R if it don't glow
And aint no use you gettin a car if you can't go
Get out the streets , haters will draw you back
Like an automatic weapon that'll pull you back
Load somethin in the brain just to see you snap
I try to maintain but I see they trap
See they plot , you can see me not
You can be me not , niggas wanna see me bopped , see me locked
See me in the block , send me shots , do anything to be on top
[CHORUS]
(ha ha)
Deke what I tell you! What I tell you!
Look at they face now! You cats cannot be me it's only one me
Look at they face now! Stupid! All of them!
I'm not the second nobody , it's one me
I told you it was gon happen!
You can be that way if you want , it's me
Now look at they face! Look at them crawlin on they knees!
Sigel
[Beanie Mac]
Why niggas can't never just play they part
Gotta be the first ones that say they talk
Say they shared , first ones to say they did
Can't never be they self gotta play that kid
You know the same young buck you let touch the coke
And now that he come up he wanna cut your throat
And you gave from the block , put em to your neck
Now he givin you a glock puttin it to your neck
You know that same bitch said don't fuck with him
That nigga no good aint no trust in him
Two days later see her in a truck with him
Two years later now that bitch stuck with twins
That nigga been broke why now she fuck his friends
Got a lap dance in bars and touch them ends
Time uncovered a veil over people's plots
And the dumb shit they do to get on top
[CHORUS: Nafeisa and Beanie Mac]
Everybody wants to be a star
Everybody wanna be a star , don't wanna be who they are
Everybody wants to be a star
Every bitch wanna hop in your car , every hater wanna give you scars
[Beanie Mac]
Man every fucking day , these no flow niggas
Always in my face , with they promo niggas
I thought I told y'all , I don't know Jigga
I'm not Beanie Sigel , and I don't flow neither
What happened to your keys and dreams of being cracklords
Now it's Trinities , MP's and trackboards
I switched my hustle to get this cream
Now everybody and they mom wanna SPIT 16
I got niggas wastin they change to get in this game
Like shit gon change when they get in this game
You think it's just rhymes and beats
Man this shit's stress time and heat , deadlines to meet
Everybody wanna come cry to me , come spit they little lines to me
You shouldn't of lied to me , naw dog you can't rhyme wit me
Like you tied to me , like I don't see what you tryin na be
[CHORUS addition]
Stop tryin na be a star, be who you are
Maybe you will go a little far
[Beanie Mac]
Man I aint gon lie I thought all the glitz was gold
And like Jay (I watched the truth unfold)
And now that I got a little time in with this rhymin
I found out everything that shine aint a diamond
Everything that come in a jar aint dro
Aint no use you spittin them bars you can't flow
Aint no use you gettin that R if it don't glow
And aint no use you gettin a car if you can't go
Get out the streets , haters will draw you back
Like an automatic weapon that'll pull you back
Load somethin in the brain just to see you snap
I try to maintain but I see they trap
See they plot , you can see me not
You can be me not , niggas wanna see me bopped , see me locked
See me in the block , send me shots , do anything to be on top
[CHORUS]
Remember Them Days Lyrics – Beanie Sigel (feat. Eve)
[Beanie]
Yeah, uh it's all good now
It's all good now
We out the hood now
It's all good now
We out the hood now
We out the hood now
It's all good now
We out the hood now
It's all good now, NU
Who thought we'd see the day when we'd put our feet up
Lay back, exhale, put the heat up
No stress, no scale, no jail could keep us
Only case we catching now would be a misdemeanor
Remember we used to hustle thinking life would cheat us
Not knowing if we struggled life would treat us
Think on how mommy carried us
Where life gon lead us?
Knowing if we getting married
Our wife will need us
If at one time you could look into my mind
When I close my eyes and remember them times
No gas, had a hot plate heat our dinners
No cash, most nights ate sleep for dinner
Welfare and white landlord, that life ain't easy
The only ones moving up was George and Weezy
All my sugar water babies who live in autos, it's crazy
Keep it in the dark, I'mma speak it from the heart
[Eve]
Remember dem days
Livin' all days in doubt
Remember dem days
Thinking there's no way out
Remember dem days
Not knowing which way to route
It's all good now
We out the hood now
Remember dem days
All of us under the covers
Remember dem days
Heating up the house with the oven
Remember dem days
Thinking that life ain't love us, come on
It's all good now
We out the hood now
[Beanie]
Remember kids who run the block
You never thought they would get harmed
Only time our block got wet was when the sprinklers were on
Think about that time dawg that wasn't long
Now that we got kids think when we was born
Coming up in my hood was hard
Every day my mom cooked with lard
Fucked up I couldn't feed myself
Living life no means of wealth
Eating shit I can't believe myself
That's not a joke
Man I was dealt these cards and I played dem out
Yeah the road was rough but I made a route
Now picture running extension cords from your neighbor's house
To get lights, fuck Max on the latest routes
Used to close my eyes try to fade it out
Dumb niggas in the hood think I made it out
Man that showed me just where they mental at
And tell me half of these cats ain't been through jack
[Eve]
Remember dem days
Livin' all days in doubt
Remember dem days
Thinking there's no way out
Remember dem days
Not knowing which way to route
It's all good now
We out the hood now
Remember dem days
All of us under the covers
Remember dem days
Heating up the house with the oven
Remember dem days
Thinking that life ain't love us, come on
It's all good now
We out the hood now
[Beanie]
Yo every day I think Deke and Rola
>From introducing me to Dame and Hovah
Ever since that day I met Jay
Man I knew my pain was over
They let me in this game it's over
Mom I know I put you through hell
But now I'm gonna order you heaven
No more temporary layoffs like Florida Evans
Ain't no good times about dat there
Your boy rhyme now, it's fine now
We out dat there
Fuck that Access car
I'mma work extra hard
To turn that into a platinum express car
You can have sweet dreams at night
Your boy ain't out there with dem toys and them pings at night
All dem cracks and the gats left that life alone
It's the tracks and the raps and the microphone
Wish y'all would fuck that up now
Shit it's all good now
We out the hood now
[Eve]
Remember dem days
Livin' all days in doubt
Remember dem days
Thinking there's no way out
Remember dem days
Not knowing which way to route
It's all good now
We out the hood now
Remember dem days
All of us under the covers
Remember dem days
Heating up the house with the oven
Remember dem days
Thinking that life ain't love us, come on
It's all good now
We out the hood now
Yeah, uh it's all good now
It's all good now
We out the hood now
It's all good now
We out the hood now
We out the hood now
It's all good now
We out the hood now
It's all good now, NU
Who thought we'd see the day when we'd put our feet up
Lay back, exhale, put the heat up
No stress, no scale, no jail could keep us
Only case we catching now would be a misdemeanor
Remember we used to hustle thinking life would cheat us
Not knowing if we struggled life would treat us
Think on how mommy carried us
Where life gon lead us?
Knowing if we getting married
Our wife will need us
If at one time you could look into my mind
When I close my eyes and remember them times
No gas, had a hot plate heat our dinners
No cash, most nights ate sleep for dinner
Welfare and white landlord, that life ain't easy
The only ones moving up was George and Weezy
All my sugar water babies who live in autos, it's crazy
Keep it in the dark, I'mma speak it from the heart
[Eve]
Remember dem days
Livin' all days in doubt
Remember dem days
Thinking there's no way out
Remember dem days
Not knowing which way to route
It's all good now
We out the hood now
Remember dem days
All of us under the covers
Remember dem days
Heating up the house with the oven
Remember dem days
Thinking that life ain't love us, come on
It's all good now
We out the hood now
[Beanie]
Remember kids who run the block
You never thought they would get harmed
Only time our block got wet was when the sprinklers were on
Think about that time dawg that wasn't long
Now that we got kids think when we was born
Coming up in my hood was hard
Every day my mom cooked with lard
Fucked up I couldn't feed myself
Living life no means of wealth
Eating shit I can't believe myself
That's not a joke
Man I was dealt these cards and I played dem out
Yeah the road was rough but I made a route
Now picture running extension cords from your neighbor's house
To get lights, fuck Max on the latest routes
Used to close my eyes try to fade it out
Dumb niggas in the hood think I made it out
Man that showed me just where they mental at
And tell me half of these cats ain't been through jack
[Eve]
Remember dem days
Livin' all days in doubt
Remember dem days
Thinking there's no way out
Remember dem days
Not knowing which way to route
It's all good now
We out the hood now
Remember dem days
All of us under the covers
Remember dem days
Heating up the house with the oven
Remember dem days
Thinking that life ain't love us, come on
It's all good now
We out the hood now
[Beanie]
Yo every day I think Deke and Rola
>From introducing me to Dame and Hovah
Ever since that day I met Jay
Man I knew my pain was over
They let me in this game it's over
Mom I know I put you through hell
But now I'm gonna order you heaven
No more temporary layoffs like Florida Evans
Ain't no good times about dat there
Your boy rhyme now, it's fine now
We out dat there
Fuck that Access car
I'mma work extra hard
To turn that into a platinum express car
You can have sweet dreams at night
Your boy ain't out there with dem toys and them pings at night
All dem cracks and the gats left that life alone
It's the tracks and the raps and the microphone
Wish y'all would fuck that up now
Shit it's all good now
We out the hood now
[Eve]
Remember dem days
Livin' all days in doubt
Remember dem days
Thinking there's no way out
Remember dem days
Not knowing which way to route
It's all good now
We out the hood now
Remember dem days
All of us under the covers
Remember dem days
Heating up the house with the oven
Remember dem days
Thinking that life ain't love us, come on
It's all good now
We out the hood now
Stop, Chill Lyrics – Beanie Sigel
New shit
WSUP!
WSUP!
WSUP!
[Beanie Mac]
Stop , chill , relax , and let this nigga Sigel flow
I know you can't believe the flow , you can't cope I flow dope
Like a key ya blow
You like naw , Beans , same nigga from 21st and Sigel street
When it's beef people let them desert eagle speak
So whoever , wherever I don't care where we meet
Stop , chill , don't talk shit sideways outta your mouth
I will slap spit sideways outta your mouth
Bitch niggas talk indirect it don't matter
When you got snitch niggas right in your set
That's why I know where you niggas sling coke and pump D at
Same spot that you liable to see me at
Gun and a mask , one in the stash where the seed at
Stop , all my young bucks huggin the block
Stop puttin drugs in your sock
You makin it easy for the cops to catch you
They hooked to that stash and that trash and that bag of pretzels
You gotta hustle smarter than that
Cop coke harder than that , keep your dough apart from your crack
Keep a stash in the dark for the trap
Man you never know when the narks gon launch an attack
[HOOK x2]
Stop , I know you cats livin a lie
You niggas rats you aint willin to die
Chill , I spit it for my niggas keepin it street
Keepin they steel , all my niggas keepin it real
It's still vex in the game tryin na earn respect
I got the best of out and y'all aint heard shit yet
You can shuffle up the cards I'ma learn the deck
When I do the game is mine , man I'm aimin high
Niggas talk about guns don't be carryin none
Every two hammers I cock I'm buryin one
I'ma dress in all stash this year , whenever I'm near
>From the first junior , to Madison Square
Stop , chill , cuz I know y'all niggas like Mac fuckin that track
Let me show you somethin dog it aint nothin for Mac
It come all natural like I'm bustin my gat
Or I'm stuck in a spot crushin the crack
Got ice in a pot , fluffin the crack
Takin backs to the block so don't stuff in them packs
Doin life on the Roc aint nothin fuckin with that
Me , jail , dog , you can put me under the ground
Where I'm from all my niggas they from under the ground
You can hear us when we come it's a thunderous sound
Trees , stompin , Roc jeans and a bunch of white T troopers
Stay on post with they toast and they like to shoot you
Philly cats no rack , big guns and Sumas
[HOOK x2]
WSUP!
WSUP!
WSUP!
[Beanie Mac]
Stop , chill , relax , and let this nigga Sigel flow
I know you can't believe the flow , you can't cope I flow dope
Like a key ya blow
You like naw , Beans , same nigga from 21st and Sigel street
When it's beef people let them desert eagle speak
So whoever , wherever I don't care where we meet
Stop , chill , don't talk shit sideways outta your mouth
I will slap spit sideways outta your mouth
Bitch niggas talk indirect it don't matter
When you got snitch niggas right in your set
That's why I know where you niggas sling coke and pump D at
Same spot that you liable to see me at
Gun and a mask , one in the stash where the seed at
Stop , all my young bucks huggin the block
Stop puttin drugs in your sock
You makin it easy for the cops to catch you
They hooked to that stash and that trash and that bag of pretzels
You gotta hustle smarter than that
Cop coke harder than that , keep your dough apart from your crack
Keep a stash in the dark for the trap
Man you never know when the narks gon launch an attack
[HOOK x2]
Stop , I know you cats livin a lie
You niggas rats you aint willin to die
Chill , I spit it for my niggas keepin it street
Keepin they steel , all my niggas keepin it real
It's still vex in the game tryin na earn respect
I got the best of out and y'all aint heard shit yet
You can shuffle up the cards I'ma learn the deck
When I do the game is mine , man I'm aimin high
Niggas talk about guns don't be carryin none
Every two hammers I cock I'm buryin one
I'ma dress in all stash this year , whenever I'm near
>From the first junior , to Madison Square
Stop , chill , cuz I know y'all niggas like Mac fuckin that track
Let me show you somethin dog it aint nothin for Mac
It come all natural like I'm bustin my gat
Or I'm stuck in a spot crushin the crack
Got ice in a pot , fluffin the crack
Takin backs to the block so don't stuff in them packs
Doin life on the Roc aint nothin fuckin with that
Me , jail , dog , you can put me under the ground
Where I'm from all my niggas they from under the ground
You can hear us when we come it's a thunderous sound
Trees , stompin , Roc jeans and a bunch of white T troopers
Stay on post with they toast and they like to shoot you
Philly cats no rack , big guns and Sumas
[HOOK x2]
Mac & Brad Lyrics – Beanie Sigel (feat. Scarface)
[Scarface]
Beanie Whats up Baby
[Beanie]
Whats Happening (Face)
Sigel
[Scarface]
What ' bout to get off baby
We fittin' to get off
[Beanie]
Ay yo what we goin to do on this shit man
[Scarface]
Lets wreck this motherfucker baby whats happenin'
What You want to do nigga?
[Beanie]
I.. I wanna.. I Wanna Smash it (Smash)
Back and forth
Back and forth
[Scarface]
Lets do it
What you Wanna hear?
[Beanie]
I wanna hear some of that ol' that ol' Dear Diary (Dear Diary) Mr.... Mr.
Scarface
Some of that old shit
[Scarface]
You ready
[Beanie]
Yeah I'm ready
[Beanie]
I locks and load
Cock and spray
Hit you niggas from a block away
SK to the Stockaway
Cause I know how to hold that shit
Empty the can with one hand and reload that shit
[Scarface]
Give 'em the full clip
These niggas is bullshit
Been talkin' big six but scared as fuck when I pulled it
Now eat this motherfuckin' bullet
These niggas got some pussy in 'em
See I got them pissin in they denim
[Beanie]
Man you fuckin with a stash raper
Duct taper
Fuck you police and fuck neighbors
Move to smooth don't duck or try to shake us
2P89 ruge so don't tuck paper
[Scarface]
You heard what the man said
Bitch now un ask it
I got to have it
When hitin' licks I'm a savage
You hoes is plastic
I got a semi automatic pointed at your ass
Slowin me down gets you blasted
[Beanie]
For your chunk I'll trunk your folks
It aint shit for mac to grip the gat and put the pump to work
Call your bluff run in your spot with a detective suit
Got you cuffed bout to show you what this tech will do
[Scarface]
You must of thought that we was friendly when we told you we was rappers
We Jackers
We want the money
Thats what we after
We want the package
Under the god damn mattress
And if the brain splatters don't matter
Thats what we practice
[Beanie]
Blast the rocket
Knock off your leg
Tear through your forearm
Sit you in a chair make your niggas call you short arm
Pelets in your hand You'll never put shorts on
Aint shit fair when you got to get your war on
[Scarface]
So why don't you come out and play
Make my mother fuckin' day
Y'all niggas cotton
Potatoes like augrotten
We niggas plottin'
To hit your stash and leave you rotten
[Beanie]
I done bust slugs from all types of shit
I have your ass plugged up to all types of shit
And I show you dog how your life can get
And every thing all real fuck what you might can get
[Scarface]
Cause nothin needs to be said something needs to be done
B give me a ciggarette I think I need one
Cause in bout 15 seconds I'm a set the motherfuckin' alarm off
And shoot this motherfuckers arm off
[Beanie]
You niggas better smartin up
Act like mac won't come through and spark shit up
Where the fuck you get heart from
Little bitch ass nigga started commin' out the fuckin dark from
[Scarface]
I done told you I'm the only nigga pushin' weight
And for another nigga to try to take my place is in the wake
It's time I retaliate
I'll make you mother fuckers pay
Now point me to the motherfuckin' yay
[Beanie]
You lookin at a sick bastard
This stick up shit I got it mastered
Glove and ski mask it
Any body move a lick gettin' blasted
When I'm in the crib for yoour shit and a thick plastic
[Scarface]
I got this duck tape stuck in my pocket for one reason
You can stop screamin' stop squermin' or stop breathin'
Cause I didn't come here to stay or play your babysitter
I came here to split your mother fuckin wig nigga
[Beanie]
If your block gettin money nigga I want in
Run it in
Before I run in
Your spot 200 glocks and 100 men
Droppin' More shells than run and 'em
[Scarface]
Actin Bad
Smash a nigga stash and mash
Snatch the bag
Bust him in his ass and dash
Un cock the mag
Kill him I don't need no mask
We Identify each other nigga Mac and Brad
[Beanie]
Who you know but Mac and Brad
Come through all black
no mask and crash your pad
8 clips 4 hammers desert eagle the place
Nobody but Sigel and Face
You Feel that
(Spoken)
Yeah nigga thats what I'm talkin about I know you not tired
[Scarface]
I'm Through I'm tired and I'm out this motherfucker
[Beanie]
Yo I spit so real so my boys can eat
You got the nerve to have a deal and just noise on beats
Little suburb nigga never saw the streets
Silver spoon ass nigga never drawed your heat
I keep it the truth whats all the fakin' for
God dam every week I got to break a jaw
And you wonder why I smack up niggas
Shit it's either that or Macs gonna clap up niggas
What ya'll want me to do hunh soften up
so my raps can start to soften up
Shit never that
Dog forever my baretta cat
Hittin' niggas in they fitted cap where the letters at
I told ya'll that the truth in here
Recognize hottest thing in a booth in here
The Gooch in here
Ay yo it's over in here
God damn somebody bring me some juice in here
[Scarface]
I used to be a drug dealer
Hangin in the cut sellin' dime rocks
Gettin' cash to eat with
Punchin' a time clock
In the ghetto makin' small change
Slingin' till the sun up
Got to pay my phone bill focusing on the come up
Got 6 shots numbers strait
Crank bout 38
Big boys trippin' on me tryin' to nigga hate
This 17 year old Tony Montana type
Aint never did the killin' but still I'm lovin the drama right
Undercovers pass by thinkin I don't know the truth
Makin niggas these offers they know these niggas can't refuse
[Fade To end]
Beanie Whats up Baby
[Beanie]
Whats Happening (Face)
Sigel
[Scarface]
What ' bout to get off baby
We fittin' to get off
[Beanie]
Ay yo what we goin to do on this shit man
[Scarface]
Lets wreck this motherfucker baby whats happenin'
What You want to do nigga?
[Beanie]
I.. I wanna.. I Wanna Smash it (Smash)
Back and forth
Back and forth
[Scarface]
Lets do it
What you Wanna hear?
[Beanie]
I wanna hear some of that ol' that ol' Dear Diary (Dear Diary) Mr.... Mr.
Scarface
Some of that old shit
[Scarface]
You ready
[Beanie]
Yeah I'm ready
[Beanie]
I locks and load
Cock and spray
Hit you niggas from a block away
SK to the Stockaway
Cause I know how to hold that shit
Empty the can with one hand and reload that shit
[Scarface]
Give 'em the full clip
These niggas is bullshit
Been talkin' big six but scared as fuck when I pulled it
Now eat this motherfuckin' bullet
These niggas got some pussy in 'em
See I got them pissin in they denim
[Beanie]
Man you fuckin with a stash raper
Duct taper
Fuck you police and fuck neighbors
Move to smooth don't duck or try to shake us
2P89 ruge so don't tuck paper
[Scarface]
You heard what the man said
Bitch now un ask it
I got to have it
When hitin' licks I'm a savage
You hoes is plastic
I got a semi automatic pointed at your ass
Slowin me down gets you blasted
[Beanie]
For your chunk I'll trunk your folks
It aint shit for mac to grip the gat and put the pump to work
Call your bluff run in your spot with a detective suit
Got you cuffed bout to show you what this tech will do
[Scarface]
You must of thought that we was friendly when we told you we was rappers
We Jackers
We want the money
Thats what we after
We want the package
Under the god damn mattress
And if the brain splatters don't matter
Thats what we practice
[Beanie]
Blast the rocket
Knock off your leg
Tear through your forearm
Sit you in a chair make your niggas call you short arm
Pelets in your hand You'll never put shorts on
Aint shit fair when you got to get your war on
[Scarface]
So why don't you come out and play
Make my mother fuckin' day
Y'all niggas cotton
Potatoes like augrotten
We niggas plottin'
To hit your stash and leave you rotten
[Beanie]
I done bust slugs from all types of shit
I have your ass plugged up to all types of shit
And I show you dog how your life can get
And every thing all real fuck what you might can get
[Scarface]
Cause nothin needs to be said something needs to be done
B give me a ciggarette I think I need one
Cause in bout 15 seconds I'm a set the motherfuckin' alarm off
And shoot this motherfuckers arm off
[Beanie]
You niggas better smartin up
Act like mac won't come through and spark shit up
Where the fuck you get heart from
Little bitch ass nigga started commin' out the fuckin dark from
[Scarface]
I done told you I'm the only nigga pushin' weight
And for another nigga to try to take my place is in the wake
It's time I retaliate
I'll make you mother fuckers pay
Now point me to the motherfuckin' yay
[Beanie]
You lookin at a sick bastard
This stick up shit I got it mastered
Glove and ski mask it
Any body move a lick gettin' blasted
When I'm in the crib for yoour shit and a thick plastic
[Scarface]
I got this duck tape stuck in my pocket for one reason
You can stop screamin' stop squermin' or stop breathin'
Cause I didn't come here to stay or play your babysitter
I came here to split your mother fuckin wig nigga
[Beanie]
If your block gettin money nigga I want in
Run it in
Before I run in
Your spot 200 glocks and 100 men
Droppin' More shells than run and 'em
[Scarface]
Actin Bad
Smash a nigga stash and mash
Snatch the bag
Bust him in his ass and dash
Un cock the mag
Kill him I don't need no mask
We Identify each other nigga Mac and Brad
[Beanie]
Who you know but Mac and Brad
Come through all black
no mask and crash your pad
8 clips 4 hammers desert eagle the place
Nobody but Sigel and Face
You Feel that
(Spoken)
Yeah nigga thats what I'm talkin about I know you not tired
[Scarface]
I'm Through I'm tired and I'm out this motherfucker
[Beanie]
Yo I spit so real so my boys can eat
You got the nerve to have a deal and just noise on beats
Little suburb nigga never saw the streets
Silver spoon ass nigga never drawed your heat
I keep it the truth whats all the fakin' for
God dam every week I got to break a jaw
And you wonder why I smack up niggas
Shit it's either that or Macs gonna clap up niggas
What ya'll want me to do hunh soften up
so my raps can start to soften up
Shit never that
Dog forever my baretta cat
Hittin' niggas in they fitted cap where the letters at
I told ya'll that the truth in here
Recognize hottest thing in a booth in here
The Gooch in here
Ay yo it's over in here
God damn somebody bring me some juice in here
[Scarface]
I used to be a drug dealer
Hangin in the cut sellin' dime rocks
Gettin' cash to eat with
Punchin' a time clock
In the ghetto makin' small change
Slingin' till the sun up
Got to pay my phone bill focusing on the come up
Got 6 shots numbers strait
Crank bout 38
Big boys trippin' on me tryin' to nigga hate
This 17 year old Tony Montana type
Aint never did the killin' but still I'm lovin the drama right
Undercovers pass by thinkin I don't know the truth
Makin niggas these offers they know these niggas can't refuse
[Fade To end]
What A Thug About Lyrics – Beanie Sigel
[Verse 1]
Yo Beanie Mac rap guerrilla
I'm out for the skrilla
Face it ain't no replacement for this killa
Keep your hands where I can see em
Don't make me nervous
This 4-4 auto mat
U don't deserve this shit
Kids either don't make me make u a believa
I do a lotta talkin I speak wit the heater
I'll run up in your crib put some in your wig
Your baby's cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib
And I want everything not just some of the shit
Got niggas comin home at night like you son of bitch
Nigga done took me off yeah you shook and soft
You can't blink around no crook
One look you lost
Niggas'll find your bitch to find your bricks
See if you love your bitch or you love your chips
4-4 snub shit sendin slugs to the whip
Beanie Sigel desert eagle I love this thug shit
[Chorus x2]
Yo what you really know what a thug about
Locked up in the bing no grub about
On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about
Tell me what you really know what a thug about
[Verse 2]
A true thugs speads his game linked up in bubble
While niggas stay in one lane like the lincoln tunnel
I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle
I know how to play cee-lo set it off like cleo
Ain't no tellin first union or mellan
First nigga that move put two up in his melon
>From the 9-2 emberetem parabellum
And I run through cats
I'm a true gun cat
One nickel
One black
Who want that
I done schooled my youngins
Gave tools to my youngins
Broke food wit my youngins
Broke rules wit my youngins
Spark my way outta shit and had bad run in's
Talked my way outta shit and near death come in
Real thugs do what they want say what they feel
They never front they keep it real
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
Niggas claim to be thugs you real fuckin suckas
Quick ass runnin good fuckin duckas
Obey the rules when my glock unloads
Cause when I start firin stop drop and roll
Duck behind cars hide behind poles
Know I live by the code anything goes
Real thugs stand up straight they never fold
And they don't know shit if anything ever blows
Thugs don't wanna talk shit out
They wanna spark shit out
Till the cops come an chalk shit out
Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holsta
Face off like Cage and Travolta
If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya
Talk behind their back a thug gonna approach ya
Right amount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya
Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta
Yo Beanie Mac rap guerrilla
I'm out for the skrilla
Face it ain't no replacement for this killa
Keep your hands where I can see em
Don't make me nervous
This 4-4 auto mat
U don't deserve this shit
Kids either don't make me make u a believa
I do a lotta talkin I speak wit the heater
I'll run up in your crib put some in your wig
Your baby's cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib
And I want everything not just some of the shit
Got niggas comin home at night like you son of bitch
Nigga done took me off yeah you shook and soft
You can't blink around no crook
One look you lost
Niggas'll find your bitch to find your bricks
See if you love your bitch or you love your chips
4-4 snub shit sendin slugs to the whip
Beanie Sigel desert eagle I love this thug shit
[Chorus x2]
Yo what you really know what a thug about
Locked up in the bing no grub about
On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about
Tell me what you really know what a thug about
[Verse 2]
A true thugs speads his game linked up in bubble
While niggas stay in one lane like the lincoln tunnel
I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle
I know how to play cee-lo set it off like cleo
Ain't no tellin first union or mellan
First nigga that move put two up in his melon
>From the 9-2 emberetem parabellum
And I run through cats
I'm a true gun cat
One nickel
One black
Who want that
I done schooled my youngins
Gave tools to my youngins
Broke food wit my youngins
Broke rules wit my youngins
Spark my way outta shit and had bad run in's
Talked my way outta shit and near death come in
Real thugs do what they want say what they feel
They never front they keep it real
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
Niggas claim to be thugs you real fuckin suckas
Quick ass runnin good fuckin duckas
Obey the rules when my glock unloads
Cause when I start firin stop drop and roll
Duck behind cars hide behind poles
Know I live by the code anything goes
Real thugs stand up straight they never fold
And they don't know shit if anything ever blows
Thugs don't wanna talk shit out
They wanna spark shit out
Till the cops come an chalk shit out
Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holsta
Face off like Cage and Travolta
If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya
Talk behind their back a thug gonna approach ya
Right amount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya
Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta
What Ya Life Like Lyrics – Beanie Sigel
[Intro]
(What your life like)
Uh
(What your life like)
C'mon
(What your life like)
Fuckin' faggot asses
Nigga
(What your life like)
Man
(Mines is real)
(What your life like)
Think this is a game
Fucker
(What your life like)
Trickses and kids
Niggas
(What your life like)
Strictly grown man shit
(What your life like)
(Mines is real)
Yeah
(Everything signed is sealed)
(What your life like)
(What your life like nigga)
(What your life like)
(Tell me what your life like)
[Verse 1]
Niggas wanna know if Beanie Sigel life is real
Nigga twenty-five ta life is real
I get a body, take me right ta jail
I know what it's like in hell
I did a stretch in a triflin' cell
What you know about twenty-three and one
Locked down all day, underground, neva seein' the sun
Vision stripped from you, neva seein' your son
You got bricks on the strip, neva see 'em get done
What you know about all day
Them Little Debbies and them Chi Chi's, they makin' you sick
You gotta wash out your drawers same water you shit
Brush, gargle, and spit same water you piss
You down wit this nigga, you done killed his brotha
But dog, don't think he don't know it
Think he a sucker cuz he don't show it
Paybacks a muthafucka, and he won't blow it
What you know about them 4 letters, not the kind you write
Or the kind you sit down and type
Sign at the margin, get it right
I'm talkin' 'bout that real time
Life like Eddie or Martin
Ta my niggas, that's up the fort
When I get there fuck a pack, hand me a log
And a push rod toilet sword
So when I hit these niggas up they can't call the guards
[Chorus]
Tell me what your life like
Shit, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Tell me what your life like
Nigga, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Tell me what your life like
Shit, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Tell me what your life like
Nigga, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
[Verse 2]
What you know about solitary
Locked down, no commencary
And you wild or ready
And you just seen your mom get buried
You got drowns, comin' in all kinds of flurries
What you know about your towel on your cell when you alone at night
Or a jailhouse hunger srike
Or you sittin' in your cell and just zone one night
And you think "damn, I'm neva comin' home one night"
You got 5 years in, neva been flown a kite
You hearin' grown men moan at night
They got you stuck in the can
White man got you fuckin' your hand
Your wife on land fuckin' your man
What you know about no parole
Life in the hole
Lifes cold, you be eatin' them swags
Guards on the nightshift they be beatin' you bad
The hardest nigga turned bitch, be sleepin' wit fags
What you know about gettin' and shippin' balloons
Keep switchin' positions in the visitin' room
Gotta take Ex-Lax, hope you did it in time
Gotta shit in your palm just ta get ta her rhyme
And you talkin' 'bout your life is this, your life is that
Your life ain't shit, your life is whack
Man you listenin' ta the realest nigga
Close your eyes, muthafuckas tell me you don't feel this nigga
The illest nigga
[Chorus]
Tell me what your life like
Shit, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Tell me what your life like
Nigga, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Tell me what your life like
Shit, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Tell me what your life like
Nigga, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
[Outro]
Tell me what your life like
Mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Nigga, what your life like
Mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Tell me what your life like
Nigga, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Tell me what your life like (What your life like)
Mines is real (What your life like)
Mines is real (What your life like)
(What your life like)
Uh
(What your life like)
C'mon
(What your life like)
Fuckin' faggot asses
Nigga
(What your life like)
Man
(Mines is real)
(What your life like)
Think this is a game
Fucker
(What your life like)
Trickses and kids
Niggas
(What your life like)
Strictly grown man shit
(What your life like)
(Mines is real)
Yeah
(Everything signed is sealed)
(What your life like)
(What your life like nigga)
(What your life like)
(Tell me what your life like)
[Verse 1]
Niggas wanna know if Beanie Sigel life is real
Nigga twenty-five ta life is real
I get a body, take me right ta jail
I know what it's like in hell
I did a stretch in a triflin' cell
What you know about twenty-three and one
Locked down all day, underground, neva seein' the sun
Vision stripped from you, neva seein' your son
You got bricks on the strip, neva see 'em get done
What you know about all day
Them Little Debbies and them Chi Chi's, they makin' you sick
You gotta wash out your drawers same water you shit
Brush, gargle, and spit same water you piss
You down wit this nigga, you done killed his brotha
But dog, don't think he don't know it
Think he a sucker cuz he don't show it
Paybacks a muthafucka, and he won't blow it
What you know about them 4 letters, not the kind you write
Or the kind you sit down and type
Sign at the margin, get it right
I'm talkin' 'bout that real time
Life like Eddie or Martin
Ta my niggas, that's up the fort
When I get there fuck a pack, hand me a log
And a push rod toilet sword
So when I hit these niggas up they can't call the guards
[Chorus]
Tell me what your life like
Shit, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Tell me what your life like
Nigga, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Tell me what your life like
Shit, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Tell me what your life like
Nigga, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
[Verse 2]
What you know about solitary
Locked down, no commencary
And you wild or ready
And you just seen your mom get buried
You got drowns, comin' in all kinds of flurries
What you know about your towel on your cell when you alone at night
Or a jailhouse hunger srike
Or you sittin' in your cell and just zone one night
And you think "damn, I'm neva comin' home one night"
You got 5 years in, neva been flown a kite
You hearin' grown men moan at night
They got you stuck in the can
White man got you fuckin' your hand
Your wife on land fuckin' your man
What you know about no parole
Life in the hole
Lifes cold, you be eatin' them swags
Guards on the nightshift they be beatin' you bad
The hardest nigga turned bitch, be sleepin' wit fags
What you know about gettin' and shippin' balloons
Keep switchin' positions in the visitin' room
Gotta take Ex-Lax, hope you did it in time
Gotta shit in your palm just ta get ta her rhyme
And you talkin' 'bout your life is this, your life is that
Your life ain't shit, your life is whack
Man you listenin' ta the realest nigga
Close your eyes, muthafuckas tell me you don't feel this nigga
The illest nigga
[Chorus]
Tell me what your life like
Shit, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Tell me what your life like
Nigga, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Tell me what your life like
Shit, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Tell me what your life like
Nigga, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
[Outro]
Tell me what your life like
Mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Nigga, what your life like
Mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Tell me what your life like
Nigga, mines is real
Everything signed is sealed
Tell me what your life like (What your life like)
Mines is real (What your life like)
Mines is real (What your life like)
Ride 4 My Lyrics – Beanie Sigel
Ayo
Feel this shit right here
All my block niggas , gimme a second dogs I got us I swear to God
Feel this shit right here
[Beanie Mac]
Ayo , from Boyz II Men to the End of the Road
Yo we boys to the end never been in the cold
You got me , I got you till our souls grow old
He shot you , he shot me , how we supposed to roll
I take a shot for my nigga gimme two to the ribs
Run a spot for my nigga , while you doin your bid
Fuck a step pop these c's gonna know who you is
I get it through to your wiz that it's due to the kids
For my dog , I swear to God I'll sit in a box
Gimme three hots and a cot before I snitch to the cops
Six foot ditch pam box covered with rocks
Tombstone ready die for the love of his block
Know what I want in my life I want for my brother
Know what I want for my wife I want for my mother
It aint a question on what I would do for my squad
Ask yourself if you really true to your squad
[CHORUS x2]
I'ma ride with my niggas
Die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas
Flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard , soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes
[Beanie Mac]
We gon ride 95 till it aint no gas
Flip and divide ties till it aint no cash
And till the computers crash , and the dough all plastic
Everything in our path , go through and smash it
Put our niggas over bitches , niggas over riches
Niggas over drugs for my niggas I get slugs
I know my niggas thugs for my niggas I shed blood
My niggas y'all don't owe me shit , just show me love
I'ma get us out these streets , help our family eat
Move us out the hoods, put us in the Woods
Gimme just a second my flow aint yet perfected
But damn when it is , shit then when it is
I speak the truth don't take this here as no song
Till I'm gray at the roots and my beard grow long
It's me and you ride or die let's weather the storm
Take on the world playboy whatever it's on
[CHORUS x2]
[Beanie Mac]
I took bread with my niggas , spot rushed for funds
Took lead with my niggas , and we bust our guns
I shook feds with my niggas , knew where to duck and run
Aint care , where and when and who the fuck would come
We knew we'd ride till the day we die , till the day I fry
Told y'all till I touch the sky
We gon roll , gon flip , touch them pies
Know if I got the six you can touch the five
For my true block niggas I'ma spark for them
I get shot a million times lay in chalk for them
Gimme that 5 by 8 where it's dark and grim
I give anything to see my dog walk again
You can trust me with your wife , trust me with your kids
Trust me with your life , trust me where you live
Nobody know but me , you , and God
Your seed , your girl , mom and my word is my bond
[CHORUS x6 TO END]
Feel this shit right here
All my block niggas , gimme a second dogs I got us I swear to God
Feel this shit right here
[Beanie Mac]
Ayo , from Boyz II Men to the End of the Road
Yo we boys to the end never been in the cold
You got me , I got you till our souls grow old
He shot you , he shot me , how we supposed to roll
I take a shot for my nigga gimme two to the ribs
Run a spot for my nigga , while you doin your bid
Fuck a step pop these c's gonna know who you is
I get it through to your wiz that it's due to the kids
For my dog , I swear to God I'll sit in a box
Gimme three hots and a cot before I snitch to the cops
Six foot ditch pam box covered with rocks
Tombstone ready die for the love of his block
Know what I want in my life I want for my brother
Know what I want for my wife I want for my mother
It aint a question on what I would do for my squad
Ask yourself if you really true to your squad
[CHORUS x2]
I'ma ride with my niggas
Die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas
Flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard , soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes
[Beanie Mac]
We gon ride 95 till it aint no gas
Flip and divide ties till it aint no cash
And till the computers crash , and the dough all plastic
Everything in our path , go through and smash it
Put our niggas over bitches , niggas over riches
Niggas over drugs for my niggas I get slugs
I know my niggas thugs for my niggas I shed blood
My niggas y'all don't owe me shit , just show me love
I'ma get us out these streets , help our family eat
Move us out the hoods, put us in the Woods
Gimme just a second my flow aint yet perfected
But damn when it is , shit then when it is
I speak the truth don't take this here as no song
Till I'm gray at the roots and my beard grow long
It's me and you ride or die let's weather the storm
Take on the world playboy whatever it's on
[CHORUS x2]
[Beanie Mac]
I took bread with my niggas , spot rushed for funds
Took lead with my niggas , and we bust our guns
I shook feds with my niggas , knew where to duck and run
Aint care , where and when and who the fuck would come
We knew we'd ride till the day we die , till the day I fry
Told y'all till I touch the sky
We gon roll , gon flip , touch them pies
Know if I got the six you can touch the five
For my true block niggas I'ma spark for them
I get shot a million times lay in chalk for them
Gimme that 5 by 8 where it's dark and grim
I give anything to see my dog walk again
You can trust me with your wife , trust me with your kids
Trust me with your life , trust me where you live
Nobody know but me , you , and God
Your seed , your girl , mom and my word is my bond
[CHORUS x6 TO END]
Die lyrics - beanie sigel
[Chorus]
We chapters of the same book, just a different page
Niggas in the struggle all out ta get paid
Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave
We chapters of the same book, just a different page
Niggas in the struggle all out ta get paid
Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave
[Beanie Sigel]
When you live by the sword, you die by the sword
I'll probablly die in the vocal booth spittin' out raw
Die on stage, rippin' down tours
Die from age, trickin' out-a-town whores
Die cuz I didn't have one in the pipe
Might go out like Raymond, went out on his bike
And die on a death mission, two tec's spittin'
No vest section from my chest missin'
Die cuz the jewels in my necklace glisten
In a V twizzy in a wreckless collision
Or die in the streets over somethin' petty
Cuz a broke ass nigga tryed ta say I asked Betty
Die from a shot from a said war golck
>From a kid on the block while sittin' in the drop
Or die cuz I was on, ain't see 'em comin'
Too late, eight shots got my body nummin'
Die for fuckin' his bitch in his bed
Die cuz a nigga thought I snitched ta the feds
Die wit a knife six inches in my head
I could die on death row, sentenced to the chair
Or die cuz a nigga pulled his Rosco out quicker
I was high off vodka, hydro, or malt liquor
Die cuz I knew I shoulda laid that man
Die cuz the cops tricked me ta say that man
Die cuz I hesitated ta spray that man
Die cuz I hesitated ta pay that man
Die cuz my man passed me a empty tool
Die cuz I panicked, I couldn't keep my cool
Die cuz I mixed all them pills wit Hennessy
Or die cuz them niggas was jel, they envyed me
Die tryin' ta seal the fate of my enemy
I could go out from a case of mistaken identity
Or die cuz the door wasn't open, it was locked
Die cuz the 4 was broken, it wouldn't pop
Die cuz a nigga wasn't focused on the block
Die cuz them niggas thought tha coke was in the spot
Die cuz another nigga said I said somethin'
Die cuz that newsy bitch said I did somethin'
Die cuz a nigga was tryin' ta get a name
Or die cuz it was just my time ta feel the flames
Might get sparked, might not feel no pain
Might go out like dark-skinned Jamain
Take a couple shots ta the heart, ta the brain
Got all the dough, don't know the cost of the game
Young buck didn't wanna come off the chain
Couldn't handle the rock, got horsed in the game
I could catch a bad break like Big or Pac
I'd rather go out in the mass jig makin' salat
[Chorus]
We chapters of the same book, just a different page
Niggas of the struggle all out ta get paid
Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
Avoid the cage, but you can't avoid the grave
We chapters of the same book, just a different page
Niggas of the struggle all out ta get paid
Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
Avoid the cage, but you can't avoid the grave
We chapters of the same book, just a different page
Niggas in the struggle all out ta get paid
Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave
We chapters of the same book, just a different page
Niggas in the struggle all out ta get paid
Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave
[Beanie Sigel]
When you live by the sword, you die by the sword
I'll probablly die in the vocal booth spittin' out raw
Die on stage, rippin' down tours
Die from age, trickin' out-a-town whores
Die cuz I didn't have one in the pipe
Might go out like Raymond, went out on his bike
And die on a death mission, two tec's spittin'
No vest section from my chest missin'
Die cuz the jewels in my necklace glisten
In a V twizzy in a wreckless collision
Or die in the streets over somethin' petty
Cuz a broke ass nigga tryed ta say I asked Betty
Die from a shot from a said war golck
>From a kid on the block while sittin' in the drop
Or die cuz I was on, ain't see 'em comin'
Too late, eight shots got my body nummin'
Die for fuckin' his bitch in his bed
Die cuz a nigga thought I snitched ta the feds
Die wit a knife six inches in my head
I could die on death row, sentenced to the chair
Or die cuz a nigga pulled his Rosco out quicker
I was high off vodka, hydro, or malt liquor
Die cuz I knew I shoulda laid that man
Die cuz the cops tricked me ta say that man
Die cuz I hesitated ta spray that man
Die cuz I hesitated ta pay that man
Die cuz my man passed me a empty tool
Die cuz I panicked, I couldn't keep my cool
Die cuz I mixed all them pills wit Hennessy
Or die cuz them niggas was jel, they envyed me
Die tryin' ta seal the fate of my enemy
I could go out from a case of mistaken identity
Or die cuz the door wasn't open, it was locked
Die cuz the 4 was broken, it wouldn't pop
Die cuz a nigga wasn't focused on the block
Die cuz them niggas thought tha coke was in the spot
Die cuz another nigga said I said somethin'
Die cuz that newsy bitch said I did somethin'
Die cuz a nigga was tryin' ta get a name
Or die cuz it was just my time ta feel the flames
Might get sparked, might not feel no pain
Might go out like dark-skinned Jamain
Take a couple shots ta the heart, ta the brain
Got all the dough, don't know the cost of the game
Young buck didn't wanna come off the chain
Couldn't handle the rock, got horsed in the game
I could catch a bad break like Big or Pac
I'd rather go out in the mass jig makin' salat
[Chorus]
We chapters of the same book, just a different page
Niggas of the struggle all out ta get paid
Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
Avoid the cage, but you can't avoid the grave
We chapters of the same book, just a different page
Niggas of the struggle all out ta get paid
Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
Avoid the cage, but you can't avoid the grave
Anything lyrics - beanie sigel (feat. Jay-Z)
I'll do a bid lose a rib bust a cap trust in that run up in heaven doors to
trade my life in for yours leave a steak up out the door me costa sue costa
just remmeber to turn the lights on in the hall my brother from another pop
minus one shot we runing with g money man we all we got from the coop to the
stoop the big dudes stoping us from playing hoops in us getting mad throwing
rocks off the roof straight thuggin man thought we would never progress but
look at us now man shit we young excets my nigga big my nigga dam my nigga godi
we keep body for whats ever rigth for the world no matter how pretty she is you
never liking my girl thats how we run when you aint around i spank your son
give him a nine if you do die i keep him like mine god forbid you keep this in
mind my nigga
trade my life in for yours leave a steak up out the door me costa sue costa
just remmeber to turn the lights on in the hall my brother from another pop
minus one shot we runing with g money man we all we got from the coop to the
stoop the big dudes stoping us from playing hoops in us getting mad throwing
rocks off the roof straight thuggin man thought we would never progress but
look at us now man shit we young excets my nigga big my nigga dam my nigga godi
we keep body for whats ever rigth for the world no matter how pretty she is you
never liking my girl thats how we run when you aint around i spank your son
give him a nine if you do die i keep him like mine god forbid you keep this in
mind my nigga
Roc The Mic lyrics - beanie sigel (feat. Freeway)
[B Sigel] Ho! Ho!
[Freeway] Bounce
[B Sigel] Holla!
[Freeway] Bounce, bounce, bounce
[Beanie Sigel]
It's B Sig in the place with Young Free
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right
Still watch what you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out
[Verse 1: Freeway]
I miss the hood when I'm travelin, get neck when I'm travelin
Chicks peck wood when I'm travelin
Fuck a Lex cause the click fit good in the Caravan
Slide through your hood like a avalanche
Take a flick if you get a chance get that close
Fuck an advance, cause I get that dough
Beef with me, enemies come sleep with me for breakfast
Guaranteed to eat this toast
I'm reckless, firestarter heat your folks
A starvin artist that a eat y'all tracks, so don't bring 'em around
I be around ricans vida loca
They got all the toasters don't need no gats
I got a six stashed leave 'em around
So I don't get left around haters around when I leave
In the winter rock short sleaves reason the pound
With the heat blastin, keep actin the heat blastin
Techno Marine shinin, marine fashion backin 'em down
Niggas 'gone keep hatin and my click 'gone keep grindin
Keep movin, lockin the town
[Chorus:]
[Freeway]
It's Freeway in the place with B Sig
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say to me prick
Cause I got what it takes to dump the AK clip
[Beanie Sigel]
It's B Sig in the place with Young Free
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out, ho!!!
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
It's Mack-daddy-young strappy
No he ain't the OG gangsta
Yes I is! come on don't test I kid
I firebomb cribs like Left Eye did
Notorious like that Bed-Stuy kid, +B.I.G.+ or small you can get it
Dead wrong, like tryin to brawl a strong armored midget
I pull the 9 out my pocket I'm lyin
I pull the Mac out the closet, start firin
For you cats outta pocket, stop tryin
Take that, get back, clap iron
You know, stay low, keep firin, uh!
I put the led in the gat, the metal go clap
I lay cats flat on they back, stop fuckin with this radical cat
You fuck around and need a medical cat
The led'll go clap, your head'll go back, uhhh
It's B Sig in the place to be
With two heaters on the waist of me, man who's facin me?
[Chorus:]
[Beanie Sigel]
It's B Sig in the place with Young Free
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out, ho!!!
[Freeway]
It's Freeway in the place with B Sig
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say to me prick
Cause I got what it takes to dump the AK clip
[Verse 3: Freeway]
Big nickels down your way don't trip
Get folded down your way, got soldiers down your way
Keep quiet down your way no lip
All of y'all need to run yo'self
Go get the burna nigga bang yo'self
Or I come through with the hammer make you lose yo' health
Fast, roll with dashes, move like Cassius Clay
Move yay like caskets, there's a will there's a way
Obey my thirst move yay through traffic
Without Sprite, without Nike's
I just do it bar break your basket
Yeah you damn right, without ice
I pull up to your honey car and stuff her basket
International post player, circle the atlas
You don't wanna be hoe playas, circle the hood
Bend over backwards, without searchin for backwoods
[Chorus:]
[Freeway]
It's Freeway in the place with B Sig
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say to me prick
Cause I got what it takes to dump the AK clip
[Beanie Sigel]
It's B Sig in the place with Young Free
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out, ho!!!
[Freeway]
It's Freeway in the place with B Sig
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say to me prick
Cause I got what it takes to dump the AK clip
[Beanie Sigel]
It's B Sig in the place with Young Free
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out, ho!!!
[Outro: Freeway]
All of y'all need to run yo'self
Go get the burna nigga bang yo'self
All of y'all need to run yo'self
Go get the burna nigga bang yo'self
Shit, shit, it's the, it's the Roc nigga, hooo, hoo, hoo!
And another one, and another one.. [fades]
[Freeway] Bounce
[B Sigel] Holla!
[Freeway] Bounce, bounce, bounce
[Beanie Sigel]
It's B Sig in the place with Young Free
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right
Still watch what you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out
[Verse 1: Freeway]
I miss the hood when I'm travelin, get neck when I'm travelin
Chicks peck wood when I'm travelin
Fuck a Lex cause the click fit good in the Caravan
Slide through your hood like a avalanche
Take a flick if you get a chance get that close
Fuck an advance, cause I get that dough
Beef with me, enemies come sleep with me for breakfast
Guaranteed to eat this toast
I'm reckless, firestarter heat your folks
A starvin artist that a eat y'all tracks, so don't bring 'em around
I be around ricans vida loca
They got all the toasters don't need no gats
I got a six stashed leave 'em around
So I don't get left around haters around when I leave
In the winter rock short sleaves reason the pound
With the heat blastin, keep actin the heat blastin
Techno Marine shinin, marine fashion backin 'em down
Niggas 'gone keep hatin and my click 'gone keep grindin
Keep movin, lockin the town
[Chorus:]
[Freeway]
It's Freeway in the place with B Sig
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say to me prick
Cause I got what it takes to dump the AK clip
[Beanie Sigel]
It's B Sig in the place with Young Free
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out, ho!!!
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
It's Mack-daddy-young strappy
No he ain't the OG gangsta
Yes I is! come on don't test I kid
I firebomb cribs like Left Eye did
Notorious like that Bed-Stuy kid, +B.I.G.+ or small you can get it
Dead wrong, like tryin to brawl a strong armored midget
I pull the 9 out my pocket I'm lyin
I pull the Mac out the closet, start firin
For you cats outta pocket, stop tryin
Take that, get back, clap iron
You know, stay low, keep firin, uh!
I put the led in the gat, the metal go clap
I lay cats flat on they back, stop fuckin with this radical cat
You fuck around and need a medical cat
The led'll go clap, your head'll go back, uhhh
It's B Sig in the place to be
With two heaters on the waist of me, man who's facin me?
[Chorus:]
[Beanie Sigel]
It's B Sig in the place with Young Free
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out, ho!!!
[Freeway]
It's Freeway in the place with B Sig
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say to me prick
Cause I got what it takes to dump the AK clip
[Verse 3: Freeway]
Big nickels down your way don't trip
Get folded down your way, got soldiers down your way
Keep quiet down your way no lip
All of y'all need to run yo'self
Go get the burna nigga bang yo'self
Or I come through with the hammer make you lose yo' health
Fast, roll with dashes, move like Cassius Clay
Move yay like caskets, there's a will there's a way
Obey my thirst move yay through traffic
Without Sprite, without Nike's
I just do it bar break your basket
Yeah you damn right, without ice
I pull up to your honey car and stuff her basket
International post player, circle the atlas
You don't wanna be hoe playas, circle the hood
Bend over backwards, without searchin for backwoods
[Chorus:]
[Freeway]
It's Freeway in the place with B Sig
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say to me prick
Cause I got what it takes to dump the AK clip
[Beanie Sigel]
It's B Sig in the place with Young Free
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out, ho!!!
[Freeway]
It's Freeway in the place with B Sig
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say to me prick
Cause I got what it takes to dump the AK clip
[Beanie Sigel]
It's B Sig in the place with Young Free
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah
Still watch what you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out, ho!!!
[Outro: Freeway]
All of y'all need to run yo'self
Go get the burna nigga bang yo'self
All of y'all need to run yo'self
Go get the burna nigga bang yo'self
Shit, shit, it's the, it's the Roc nigga, hooo, hoo, hoo!
And another one, and another one.. [fades]
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