The Broad Street Bully (2009)

• Why Wouldn't I
• Run To The Roc
• The Ghetto 

Why Wouldn't I lyrics - Beanie Sigel

Let's get it, yeah ugh

Oh yeah nigga I am here

I ain't going no where nigga (yes yes) I ain't no where

You niggas givin' out no punk-ass flesh wounds

Picture a nigga taking something from me nigga

I'm Mack Montana you gotta call a Sosa over here to kill me nigga

Why wouldn't I be mister him for real

One of the few who got it in for real, oh it is true

I am him no I am not them

Cause them there be fake, him here got cake

Clear him 8 feet of space, 'fore the 8 lift off his waist

Lift a nigga 8 feet to space

Come on hun, you will forever be stuck under the biggest thumb

You keep dealin' with them crumbs

Keep dealin' with them bums who receive they funds

In my new sized sums

I am a big dog like Glenn Rob

These niggas small like teacup Yorkies

Back up off me, you'll never get crack off of me

Catch me ridin' dirty, and I am far from a Chamillionaire

Way further than a millionaire, I won't rest my nerve

Until a billion is clear

One million, two million, three million, four

I need nine hundred six million more

I won't stop getting this dough

'Til I get enough to get Mumia off the road

What's the dealin', y'all up in your feelings?

Cause your boy is up in the millins

Stack my shit up to the ceiling, Sig is chillin'

What would I ever say I about a killing

You niggas popped, you should have got me good

Where I am from it is understood, if you

Grab hold of that smoke pole

You better hold that shit with a choke hold, empty out quick then reload

All you niggas my "hijos"

I give out shitbags, put tubes in P holes

Excuse me? That is what I thought, don't confuse see

What a baby gonna do? Wear your diapers

I am a '06 pied piper

Here to lead all you rats out to the city limits, it is a pity though

I don't talk no flute, this pipe I hold, do have 7 holes

One in the nose, have the dozen in the speed load

Here to run you rats back in your cheese hole

While I just grab hold of the cheese, oh

Why wouldn't I?

Be that stand up man that I say I am

How couldn't I?

Expose all y'all niggas for the rats you are

Why shouldn't I?

Represent for my niggas who stand up tall

Why wouldn't I?, how couldn't I?

Why shouldn't I?, why wouldn't I?

Be a chip of the old Roc

I can't understand how you dicks just wanna hold cock

You might as well suck it

Or get fucked from it, you ain't far from it

You little dumb shits

Don't act like you don't know who done this

I did this to you

I'm like Sonny I peep game in reverse

And y'all game is rehearsed

And I came from the dirt

I'm like the same with the earth, I go on tilt and I circle you son

You niggas cancer

I'm bull headed when I'm holding the Taurus

King of the jungle?, you a Leo but you cowardly hearted

I'm like Neo, reloaded on hard disk

You have just entered the Matrix

I got the keys to the gateway, clear my space, I am here

Why wouldn't I?

Be that stand up man that I say I am

How couldn't I?

Expose all y'all niggas for the rats you are

Why shouldn't I?

Represent for my niggas who stand up tall

Why wouldn't I?, how couldn't I?

Why shouldn't I?, why wouldn't I?

Why wouldn't I?

Be that stand up man that I say I am

How couldn't I?

Expose all y'all niggas for the rats you are

Why shouldn't I?

Represent for my niggas who stand up tall

Why wouldn't I?, how couldn't I?

Why shouldn't I?, why wouldn't I?

Run To The Roc lyrics - Beanie Sigel (feat. Young Chris & Omilio Sparks)

[Beanie Sigel:]

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

In other words, he shall live but die you must

Instill your faith in ever whom thy trust

Instill your faith, get crushed my a man like such

Don't let them niggas gas you up like Sig is, but

Sig the shit, but far from ass

Stop the blood clot crying, the pain shall pass

But for now meet the reaper and feel thy rath

Green as the grass shall be on the other side

Another lie told to you by old blue eyes

Blue is the color of deception, so my recollection

Now you're lost with no direction

I'm a stand up man, I stand on my own two, firm

Why fool never learn? Play with fire, get burned

But my word you don't trust it, now it's too late once you touch it

[Young Chris:]

Uh, Young C, SP, yo

I love my niggas for life, ain't no doubt about that

My nigga Free, nigga Crack, throw a shout for Mac

Oschino and Sparks, them niggas my heart

[?] Kept them one hundred from the start

HOV prop, we was fresh off the block, like what?

Came at Nas, came at The LOX, ain't give a fuck

Whoever came at big homie had a problem with us

See we was all we knew, in Roc-a-fella we trust

Now this bullshit split up, fucked the whole shit up

Knocked us back to scratch, how the fuck we get back to that

Niggas need you big homie, gotta get back to rap

I mean, facts is facts, 16 you had my back

Now we back corner to corner, niggas laugh at that

Seeing me firing the streets, how you ain't mad at that?

Let alone niggas plan my demise, tough love

Big homie you ain't stand by my side. How can I (run to the ROC)

[Omillio Sparks:]

It's death before dishonor and I'm a fucking rider

Flicking my middle finger to all the corporate liars

Juelz can feel the fire, cause he's a fucking traitor

I'm far from a hater, I never been a liar

My fucking youngest riding, it's like they let us suffer

Making they skins thicker, making they circle tighter

And they ain't relying on us, to get them out the gutter

See what I want for myself, I want for my brothers

Calm as a mother fucker, and ya'll some fronting niggas

I'm trying to feed my babies, ya'll trying to starve my siblings

I ain't received the cheques since my boy Mac was sentenced

Law sent us back, what's your personal business

Now we back in the trenches in this hurting position

Imagine me in the kitchen somewhere working the dishes

You get your wish if you ever planned my demise

Tough love, big homie you ain't stand by my side, how can I (run to the ROC)

The Ghetto lyrics - Beanie Sigel

Darkness falls when the cold air hits the ghetto streets

Many are called by few are chosen

Who's to say that when life will deal you the deck of cards

Will you have on your poker face?

The hood is desolate

Block dark as it's ever been

Young and strong off rock and tying the heroin

And when they fix ain't around larceny settles in

That's when the ground opens up and coffins shuffled in

Ain't nobody getting money

They just getting by

Trying to suppress their poverty by getting high

Some search the bottle for what they can't find in God

An empty stomach and a gun equals homicide

Some take the day in stride, praying that the night will change

Grandma searching for the answers in her Bible page

Ain't nothing worse on a ears than a crying mother

Seeing her baby dying, stretched in a ghetto gutter

Murders ruled out they say it's self suicide

Smoking dicks drying to drift to the other side

They say he's in a better place where he'll feel no pain

You'll soon know the truth when they dig your grave

Out my window I see poverty (out my window)

Youth is dying, feels like death just follows me

I see poverty

Most folks chase a high to escape reality in this Ghetto (just follows me)

In this ghetto, oooh, whoooa...

Whooo

This fucking recession got everybody stuck broke

This shit depressing, everybody cut-throat

If you ain't spending 45 large on the whole joint

You're forced to buy 9 hard compressed from a small point

The hood dreary

Neighbours look weary

At the young bucks who just pop pills or smoke airy

Shit's scary

To niggas with one package on one corner going to war with one ratchet

The young bucks catch cases

Ramming on their afters

Burn the connect

Let their man jam them for the package

Hustling backwards

All they want is sneaker money

A Breitling and a Grand Marquise

A fresh pair of trees and some V-neck Ts

[?] they done with a gun and squeeze

Til the cops box them in

Caught him with a Glock and ten

Now they on state roll, cold locking in

Calling home every chance he get

Talking shit

Making when I get home threats

The block moves on

Young buck the street don't stop

Niggas selling whipped up rock

The fiends won't cop

Try to switch they hustle to weed, the tree won't pop

There's just more of it, this shit don't end

I seen niggas lose they life playing dice and skin

They'll get the same money over

Lose it twice again

There's a war going on outside nobody's safe from

You either make a way or take one

Yeah, I just know what I know

The ghetto

Out my window I see poverty (out my window)

Youth is dying, feels like death just follows me

I see poverty

Most folks chase a high to escape reality in this ghetto (just follows me)

In this ghetto, oooh, whoooa...

Whooo

Out my window I see poverty (out my window)

Youth is dying, feels like death just follows me

I see poverty

Most folks chase a high to escape reality in this ghetto (just follows me)

In this ghetto, oooh, whoooa...

Whooo

Beanie Sigel other songs:

 

Bitch Niggas lyrics - Beanie Sigel (feat. Sparks)

(from "State Property" soundtrack)

[Omillio Sparks:]

Philly shit...

Ya'll niggas stop snitching out there we see you

How you get indited and come straight home? answer that

[Sparks:]

Wrap up in your quilts and tripple goose, its gon be a cold winter

The streets got me feeling trapped like my wrist be in handcuffs

Omillio Sparks you niggas I distance myself from snitches

Cause them madicons I'll have you feeling like you driving on cobblestones

On the road to the riches, but I try to run a smooth operation but lately

I find myself carrying burners with me

Cause niggas that I knew since a child wanna kill me now - no problem

I know how to handle that, I send em shots from the mac

Try to understand I come to far to fall back

SHIT! Not even a year ago I was there crack

Slinging crack on the back of dirty blocks

With ya'll getting my scrape on til the cops rolled up

That's was home and I stay dedicated

But I saw no numbers

I guess that's what's ya'll gon call taking a fall but I'm a man

So I set aside the set backs tryed to bounce back got a this rap

Covered it all from the movies, the videos to fucking these groupies

Even long money, now these niggas wanna test me

But I don't give a fuck, I'm feeling like William H.Bonnie tonight

Who wanna make the papers I could make ya famous

Go for your guns, start the ignition how many of ya'll gon ride to night

NOT TO MANY NIGGAS! Cause half ya'll fake niggas turn out to be snitch niggas

[Beanie:]

Bitch niggas, snitch niggas, bitch niggas, pussy motherfuckers

[Sparks:]

It's time for you snitch niggas to be exposed

Don't let me find out there's a bitch under them clothes

[Beanie:]

Real thugs stand up straight never fold

And they don't shit if anything ever blows

[Beanie:]

You muthafucking right Mac keep them weapons drawn

For you niggas that rap and keep them dresses on its getting out of hand

Niggas taking the stand picking out they man

Lifting they right hand to snitch on they right hand

What's behind that shit you both push bricks

But you gon make a statement and sign that shit

After that anything goes, your kids that's a brick in they nose

I'll steal your gat and live by the cold

I'll rather die than be labeled a snitch, snake rat or a bitch

I hate a theif but I know I'm a prick

You fucking lames in the game like its sweet

Never came from the streets

Type to get locked and change your name to Shareef

It's fucked up when your team got a bitch on it

Bench warmers, you got bench warrants

Detective got a tech with two prints on it

But you the only one that get arrested and pinched for it

Get knocked ill have you touched every way

Extorted every other week fucked every other day

Niggas with the will, to run in your hut, run in your but

Six foot niggas tongueing you up

You niggas gossip like soap operas

But them niggas upstate use the mop sticks so proper

You niggas is bitch I know you got in ya'll

Cause the dog allows me to spot it in ya'll

[Chorus x5]

[Beanie:] Snitch ass bitch ass muthafuckas

[Sparks:] Get down or lay down

[Beanie:]

Get down or fucking lay down

Ya'll know the fucking rules lay down you stay down

[Sparks:] Ride Muthafuckas Ride

[Beanie:] I know my nigga Touche know what's its like to be snitched o

Dinero lyrics - Jadakiss (with Beanie Sigel)

[Jadakiss & Beanie Sigel:]

Welcome back Beans, this history baby

Broadstreet bully set free

Compound, compound

Top 5 dead or alive, raspy

And it's a shame what they'll do for that legal tender

[Beanie Sigel:]

Money is the root of all evil is what they teach you

That's what made me no rock his brother's keeper

That's what made Outpost slaughter Rich Porter

When you got a big supporter, you a mafia type

Money, power, respect, comin' at order

Dollars ain't shit without the knowledge

Mike got robbed, I robbed him

Hammer got hammered, too much stylin'

Too many cars in the garages

Too much flauntin', 100 man entouragin'

If money make your world go around, you got a problem

But let's make no mistake, let's get it straight

I've done seen paper take mothers off section 8

They say the early bird get the worm

So I left home to earn

And left no stone unturned

As a young buck I hit the bricks, took the street route

Y'all dudes are still in the nest with your beak out

Whoever learned you dudes is incorrect

Cause I don't trust no chick, mom no disrespect

And you done wiped my ass and I done fed off your breasts

If you dealin' them cards boo I'm cuttin' the deck

[Interlude 1:]

So you think money is the root of all evil? Have you ever asked what is the root of money? Those pieces of paper which should have been gold should have been a token of honor

(That's why they love you when you don't got it

Then soon as you get it they hate you)

[Jadakiss:]

All four pockets, bankrolls that can't be tucked

It's strange I done seen money break families up

For 500 cash even seen your man get cut

Postin' pictures on the 'Gram all bandaged up

If you do get it, don't take it for granted bruh

The counters are all marble and granite bruh

If it's done right you can get a flower from a seed

And the root of money is power for more greed

Sad part about it, it's somethin' we all need

I know ex-kingpins that's working at Wal-Greens

Know a team of young swipers, shake up the mall scene

Anything to get the money, they need it like morphine

They give you lump sums then they tax you for it

People ask you for it or they'll clap you for it

Soon as you build it, they destroy it

Then when you need it you can't get it

You get it? You can't enjoy it

[Interlude 2:]

Money is a tool of exchange which can't exist unless there are goods produced and men able to produce them. Money is not the tool of the moochers, who claim your product by tears. Or of the looters who take it from you by force. (Money)

Don't Realize lyrics - Beanie Sigel (feat. Rell)

(from "State Property" soundtrack)

[Talking - Beanie Sigel:]

Somebody's burnin close to the ground

I been here before, but I ain't gone lay down

Naw, naw you suckas, I ain't gone lay down

[Verse 1 - Beanie Sigel:]

Uh aiyoa I walks like a pimp, spark with this mack

Click lock ain't a smith you tell from this gat

You fuck around and lose a leg or somethin

I laser somethin I'm a predator

Make me Schwarzennegger something

You niggas talkin bout a dolla ain't a thing

I got da blocks boilin move oils like Babylon

I move work in and out da Tri-State

All doubles don't supply weight

All bureaus five eights

Yeah, I'm in and out of state

I touched alot of states

And yeah my plate touched alot steaks

And you crumbs can't supply a cake

And cake don't make crumbs it's true

Do da knowledge wait

I'm try to school you to some game youngin

But you nuckle head lame youngin

Swear you know the game youngin

Swear we move on the same train youngin

I'm on a different track

I'm the conductor ya'll niggas rats

[Chorus - Rell:]

Ya'll niggas don't realize {uh uh}

What it takes to make this doe

There's no mothafuckin way that I {we eatin nigga}

Can show you how we roll

Wish ya'll realized {get meal, get a free lunch ticket or somethin}

What it takes to make this cream

Things I'm makin with my team

So simple as it seems

[Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel:]

Ya'll niggas fuckin with that bake and that come back

And always got a story like wait, I'm a come back

Sometimes you gotta go away to make a come back

And those that know when they go don't even come back

My nails dirty I ain't sit on my hands

Scale dirty I ain't sit on no grams

Jail worthy got dat shit my ass

Man, hustlin all inside of me

I cop a spot, pop them numbers like the lottery

Keep my luck sevens, big fours right beside of me

Not pick six keep hollows right beside of me

In case them numbers on them balls jump around

I gotta make them boys come to town and dumb around

You mufackas betta buckle down

Before I buckle down

Naw nigga we can't knuckle now

We past dat we on another level

Like blast dat, body bag, casket, nother shevel

[Chorus - Rell]

[Verse 3 - Beanie Sigel:]

I sold it all

I even broke them niggas on the dice

Bucked them niggas who was nice

Broke em all

You used to pop willies on the block

Now you pop willy on the block

So where da raw

My attitude like the state of Missouri

Can I relate to you story

Niggas naw

You talkin to the wrong one

Nigga I'm a strong gun

Walked in this game

But I'm in it for the long run

Till the lord come

I'm a get it till it's all done

[Chorus - until instrumental and fade out]

Gang Gang lyrics - Beanie Sigel

Fuck whoever ain't gang gang, fuck whoever ain't gang gang

Fuck whoever ain't gang gang, fuck whoever ain't gang gang

Fuck whoever ain't gang gang, fuck whoever ain't gang gang

Hunting for ops, out hunting for ops, I'm hunting for ops

Got one in the top, I pull out the stock, that chopper go rrah

Fuck whoever ain't gang gang, fuck whoever ain't gang gang

Fuck whoever ain't gang gang, fuck whoever ain't gang gang

Hunting for ops, out hunting for ops, I'm hunting for ops

Got one in the top, I pull out the stock, that chopper go rrah

Bully back on that bullshit

Fully Mac with that full clip

Put your ass in the casket nigga

Put the pastor back in that pulpit

Y'all niggas ain't gang gang

Y'all niggas don't bang bang

I let it pop

Still rep the prop

Just took some links out the chain gang

SP, that's me

Think you gangster? Test me

Certified ass real nigga

Bonified ass nigga trill nigga

I'm tooled up, stay hammered down

You done screwed up, I drill niggas

Banana clip in that AK

Your lil monkey ass'll get peeled nigga

Slide up on you smooth, shut up nigga don't move

Run up in the groove, it's too late nigga, boom

Empty out my whole clip on him

Pull my dick out and piss on him

Stand over that bitch nigga

Good night, long kiss homie

Fuck whoever ain't gang gang, fuck whoever ain't gang gang

Fuck whoever ain't gang gang, fuck whoever ain't gang gang

Hunting for ops, out hunting for ops, I'm hunting for ops

Got one in the top, I pull out the stock, that chopper go rrah

Yeah nigga, I'm here nigga

Too late to get scared nigga

Spooned your ass, what your life like?

I know you feel it in the air nigga

You know I'm coming with the gear nigga

100 shot drum prepared nigga

One in the top with that stock off

Body parts get knocked off

Stomping niggas, I ain't boxing niggas

I'm popping niggas, I'm boxing niggas

(You know I rep with bumbaclot mate)

Body shot, I'm oxing niggas

Ready to die, I'm Big Popping niggas

Makaveli alive, 2Pacing niggas

Open your eyes, shit getting scary niggas

La-la-la hail mary nigga

I bury niggas, I'm daring niggas

You ranks, pet cemetery niggas

Invest when I'm hearing niggas

Shoot the rest of you scary niggas

Brrrtttt bitch, I'm back bitch

This Mac bitch, ain't shit changed

Fuck niggas ain't gang gang

And you fuckboys don't bang bang

Fuck whoever ain't gang gang, fuck whoever ain't gang gang

Fuck whoever ain't gang gang, fuck whoever ain't gang gang

Hunting for ops, out hunting for ops, I'm hunting for ops

Got one in the top, I pull out the stock, that chopper go rrah

Fuck whoever ain't gang gang, fuck whoever ain't gang gang

Fuck whoever ain't gang gang, fuck whoever ain't gang gang

Hunting for ops, out hunting for ops, I'm hunting for ops

Got one in the top, I pull out the stock, that chopper go rrah

South Philly niggas gang gang

West Philly niggas gang gang

South west, north side, uptown niggas gang gang

PA niggas gang gang

VA niggas gang gang

BK niggas gang gang

NC niggas gang gang

H-Town gang gang

Chiraq gang gang

Them GDs, them Vice Lords, them my folks, they gang gang

Detroit they gang gang

Twin Cities that's gang gang

Miami niggas is gang gang

Atlanta niggas is gang gang

Cali niggas gang gang

Crips and Bloods, gang gang

Pirus, Latin Kings, MS13 is gang gang

All my niggas gang gang middle fingers to the ops

Keep one in the top when you pull out that stock

And let that chopper go rrah

Fuck whoever ain't gang gang, fuck whoever ain't gang gang

Fuck whoever ain't gang gang, fuck whoever ain't gang gang

Hunting for ops, out hunting for ops, I'm hunting for ops

Got one in the top, I pull out the stock, that chopper go rrah

Get That Dough lyrics - Beanie Sigel

[Beanie Sigel:]

Get, that, dough

Still huggin the strip

Get, that, dough

Get the dough nigga (that dough)

Uhh uhh, Sig' get, that, dough

Uhh... yo, uhh... yo (get, that, dough)

I'm sick of niggaz talkin bout they whips - when they bustin 'em out

Summertime come around, don't nuttin come out

Snappin on they bitch, cussin her out

Mad cause they crack, ain't no crack, they sufferin a drought

Man you know how Mac play when I sling my butter

Take my show state to state like the Ringling Brothers

Keep clowns high-wired off the shit I juggle

F.B.I. eyes spyin from the shit I smuggle

Keep the trunk of the car lined with coffee grounds

The cops pull us over it throw off the hounds

Got a bitch that let me stash shit in the crib

Break her off, every week, to fix up her wig

Man I stay on a mission with whores (shit)

Cause I get down, and "Get Around, " like the late Mr. Shakur

Stay in the kitchen with raw

I'm the shit when I whip, I always turn two into four

[Chorus:]

Yo, get your mind right, get your grind right

Til you get the shine right and get, that, dough

Stay on the low-low, duckin the po'-po'

Tuck in the fo'-fo' and get, that, dough

You get your team right, and that's the green light

To cut your cream right and get, that, dough

It won't stop y'all, until I drop y'all

I'm a hug the block y'all and get, that, dough

[Beanie:]

Yo, aiyyo I got plenty dough, but there's more to make

And I'm the chef, I bake, I don't order cakes

If I'm short, shit you caught a break

I can make twenty look like twenty-eight off of water weight

I'm the shit when I'm twistin my wrist

In the kitchen with that thang that got fiends skitzin to hit

From the drugs that I drug in, the NARCs be buggin

I keep my eye on the block and a pie in the oven

Smokers come straight, I ain't breakin off nuttin

Got two thirty-eights, I can break off a dozen

You know how Mac play, when it come to that yea

I got 'em locked up on the block like it's crack day

I fucks with the pipers, ducks from the bikers

Punks on the righteous, bust at the sheisters

Stay in the kitchen with a block of raw

Razor blade play partner straw, yo

[Chorus]

[Beanie:]

Yo, yo, aiyyo I cops that coke, cooks that coke

Chops that coke and give out perks work

Makes that dough, gets them ends

How you want it dog, pipe or syringe?

Aiyyo I hit the block quickly, and lick up a fifty

Tear the highway like Freeway Ricky

Spit it my way and pop shit sickly

Til the Feds come and get me or the lead bullet hit me

[Chorus x2]

Good Night lyrics - Beanie Sigel

Forgive them, for they know not what they do

Forgive me for what I will do

Let me see, besides my life, nigga, I got my wife

Shakur, Samir, Ama Latif

Maamu, Tafiq, I got Sia, Gina, Jalen

And I got Walik, I got my mother

My sisters, my brother

I got my nephews and all my nieces

Think I'm gonna let that just fall to pieces?

Gotta keep that glued together

I got no room for error

Absent Five gave me my survival skills

So if I gotta rob and steal to provide the meals so be it

Nigga this only a stick up

Don't turn it into an ambulance pick up

Get that shit up

Or feel around from all the nights I suffered

With no supper, just Wonderbread and butter

One bed, four deep

No heat, my little covers

Shivering, laying in the piss of my little brother

Motherfucker you got me twisted

Think your little bitch ass gonna stop my mission

Leave me with no pot to piss in?

Blocks of cheese, powder milk is how we stocked the kitchen

Mom out skitzing, but ain't smoke no crack her addiction

With slots, tonk and black jack

My pop up state kept steaks and jack mack

Too young to understand that daddy ain't coming back

Being the oldest boy I had to step in his shoes

I skipped class, in the Hard Knox is where I was schooled

I've been shot by the police, harassed by parolees

Fell in a state of depression, damn near OD'd

Feeling guilty, if only I could foresee

That I'd be the reason you niggas is drinkin' codeine

Before Future started sipping on that yellow tuss'

I clip your life shorter than that yellow bus

You target, put that beam on your back

Me, the reason beaver leaned on the ack

Me, the reason Philly even on the map

Me, the reason your silly ass rap

Me, I'm grateful, motherfuckers

And I tried to give you some game that Jay gave me

To make the transition from the streets to the fame

You got a little fame and tried add street to your name

It ain't the same

I'm battlefield tested, wounds all over my body

Where your scars at?

Ride for my niggas, willing to die

What's your life like

Feel it in the air

Where them bars at?

You ain't been through shit, you can't record that

The respect I get, you can't afford that

You ain't been through wars, hugging your boys cryin'

Might not make it back, but you ride? You lyin'

And that shit you write, it don't excite me

I push your shit to the white meat

Don't you ever think you're like me

I'm the dad you never had

What's your problem, nigga? I'm like your father figure

And with that being said, daddy's here to put the kids to bed

Now get your ass upstairs and I better not hear that TV on

SP chasing niggas with that DC on

And whoever siding with him, dyin' with him

Look him in his eyes right now, try with him

When you come to the city you're like cancer

You were damn near in Pamper's, it was me and The Answer

Your own niggas can't stand you

Cause when you ain't around they look like hunger

Ask Young Gunner, forgot he got the Bentley, damn near summer

Had copies of keys to where I got my slumber

You should've left me asleep

You done woke up a sleeping giant with your arrogant defiance

Youngin' respect more valuable than money

And I'm well connected all cross the country

Fuck you think that jet gonna land at

When the whole city strapped up where you stand at

No need to make music ever in my life

I'm Muslim, Halal wife, I just beat you twice

The sad thing is I really fuck with ya

I just feel sorry for whoever stuck with ya

Good luck to ya

Nigga please, youngin', I'm out your league

I'm out your field, let's be for real

I could keep going, but that's overkill

I guess I'll see you when I see you

And when I see you I wouldn't want to be you

Goodnight

Got Nowhere... lyrics - Beanie Sigel (feat. Freeway)

(from "State Property" soundtrack)

[Beanie Sigel:]

Yo I come from a crack in the ground, a hole in the wall

And dog when the crack ain't around, the smokers'll brawl

Streets like a bullet in cancer, it'll swallow you up

Or eat you from the inside and hollow you up

And everyday like a test, you know life got rules

And its sorta like checkers and chess

I went to school and took the lessons punk

Know a pawn get kinged, a bishop get juiced

A rook get jumped

Faggot niggas took the easy route

They either coked out, smoked out, doped out

Niggas took the needle route

And I ain't tryin to take either route

I'm tryin to stop get weeded out

Really, tryin to weed it out

No the flipside we choosin your way

Like gettin fat from losin the weight

Or losing that from, usin the weight

I feel like I'm speeding and I'm 'bout to crash

No where to go and I'm gettin there fast

[Chorus:]

[Girl singing]

Ooouu hooouu, got nowhere

Ooouu hooouu, I got nowhere to

Ooouu hooouu, got nowhere

Ooouu hooouu, I got nowhere to ruuuuunnnnnnn

[Man speaking, girl singing throughout]

We in the streets player get your man

There's only two places to go, we either dead or in jail

What the...

[Girl singing]

Ooouu hooouu, I got nowhere

[Beanie Sigel:]

Eh yo I'm caught up in the system where the blind lead the blind

And this artist only speaks on the signs of the time

And I pop pills in purple rain to state my pain

They say I'm just like my father, bold and too cold

But you know that's how a thug ride

I send a kite through a dove in a jail where the thugs cry

I feel your pain when you restrained and your love die

And make your heart hard, the blood in your vein fry

Feel like I'm trapped and I'm blindfolded

But my eyes wide open to see it

Feel like the O'Jay's, climbin those stairways hopin

Heaven's gates wide open for me

Look towards a lie, Sige in direction

Still I spin in every direction, seekin directions

Tryin to balance out the good with the imperfections

Yeah I know I still move with nowhere to go

[Chorus]

[Freeway:]

It seems like we grind from the bottom

Just to make it to the bottom to see faces of the people that I shot

When I get high late night, flow through the bottom

My aunt's house, one of the places that I stopped

See she just died, she got cancer from smokin and drinkin

The same shit that I'm drinkin and smokin

I can't lie, wish life would just open its handcuffs

And let me go, I feel like I'm doin a bit

I can't slide, so what I'm a rapper?

I can't escape the wrath of the law if I crash up my whip

Or get, blast in the jaw

Prick, masterded his fifth

I might go triple platinum, become a household name

After a long day of out of town work make my way to the plane

Plane fast in the tenth

Hear mayday, mayday, control's outta work

How the hell can life end like this? Nowhere to go

[Chorus]

Hood I Know lyrics - Beanie Sigel (feat. Freeway, Young Chris, Sparks & Oschino)

(from "State Property" soundtrack)

[Chorus 1 - Sigel:]

I know it's hard in every hood I know

Struggle in every ghetto I know

But not like the one I know

I see the law in every hood I go

They throw metal in every hood I know

But not like the one I know

[Oschin:]

We all started innocent

Eating Reese's Pieces

I was young, then wearing 5 star Aleses

Bullet in ya gut a have a bag catch ya feces

20 months, vision quest, sleeping in a tepee

Since my dad died, attitude worsened

That's why I stole cars before I could write cursive

Thousand miles from being rich, stuck on my grind

Try to sale nickel bags like Louie Baton

I'm young, I'm good, best shape of my life

One shot from big shit a blow you out of ya Nikes

Only a dick head wouldn't wanna be rich

And do his car like school and drop out in the 6

You could look at my wrist, It wasn't shit on it

But I was determined to get a little gliss on em

The 40 ounce bottles done turned to Cris on em

And every bitch that was fronting, I'm a piss on em

[Beanie Sigel:]

My hood dog

Like any average one

You know the dirty kids on the block having fun

Hand to hand is how the grams is slung

In tanned Timberlands and [?] until them vans a come

It's all good now

But you remember those latter days

Them tubleware, soul food platter days

That was ya mom little hustle on a Saturdays

Back then, when it really didn't matter days

You would take that beating

Cause you wasn't trying to be

The only one who missed the house party on the weekend

Knowing that them project chicks was in there freaking

Grinding off "As We Lay"

Walk with me ya'll

Back in the Day, you and ya man slap tapping away

Pitching chains, playing craps everyday

Getting high on the block

Green bottles of private stock

2 dollar 40's

Sparks tell ya story

[Chorus 1]

[Sparks:]

I come up fragile and timid

Pressed to the limit

12 years old, no household

From the start I was finished

Disowned by the biologicals

And adopted by rolling stones on corners, sipping Thunderbird

Banging needles and pushing stolen Regals

And with no hoe and no money, layered my hunger pains daily with rice and gravy

Stuck between a rock and a hard spot as a juvenile

Just made me wanna holla "Lord help me"

But I had will power

Stole a burner from Uncle Lester

And that.22 long blossomed to wild flower

Now when I enter rooms the conversation stop

And them cock suckers whisper

These faggots ain't got no cahunas

So if they so much as touch me

I cock back and put like bananas on them mokey motherfuckers

Show no love for these cock suckers

Weeping

Who can't deal with life situations cause that's money to me

Uhh

Murder

[Freeway:]

Now who am I

Little nigga named Free from the hood

What I do

Make a living, make a killing in the hood

What I'm trying to do now

Get my children out the hood

Before the ATF start coming

Plot, plot on

Now who am I

Little nigga named Free from the block

What I do

Make a living, make a killing on the block

What I'm trying to do now

Get my children off the block

And my real niggas, if they coming, clique come on

In my hood, F-R-double uh

Cock back, double pump

You rapping, I just happen to have some space in the trunk

89' dough, space in the front

Will ya hoe fit?

Beef come, we be dumping the whole clip

Having lunch, while you be fronting, be fucking ya hoe sick

Send her home, can't hump

Send my nigga's through ya block, can't pump

Grind, watch for the cops

Shit tucked

I'll be watching them lady CO's if I slip up

Uh Uh

[Chorus 2:]

I know it's hard in every hood I know

Struggle in every ghetto I know

But not like the one I know

I see the law in every hood I go

They throw metal in every hood I know

But not like the one I know

I know it's coke in every hood I know

It's no joke in every hood I know

But not like the one I know

I know it's rough in every hood I know

It's fucked up in every hood I know

But not like the one I know

[Talking - Chris and Sigel:]

Yo, I'm saying Mac, I know I'm young and all

(Yeah that's what's up?)

But I been through a little struggle too

(What you been through?)

Lot of crazy shit dog, ya know?

(Shit Don't tell me, you got opportunity to tell the world)

Feel this dog

(Speak ya story, Yung Gun)

[Chris:]

Yo I was brought up in the wildest streets

Where niggas pack everyday, and everybody crowd to eat

24/7, no time to sleep

A g and up, reing up, 3 times a week

Throwing numbers on the strip

The yungin out the clique

Moves like Carl Lewis when it's coming out the clip

Uh, Still in school, all the learning I can get

Focused, trying to purchase all the burners I can get

I know plenty niggas fell, trying to chauffer through this shit

These niggas tell, then a murder gon exist

It's no joke in the hood

Especially when the boat ain't make it across

And we ain't got no coke in the hood

That's where rap come in at, more notes in a book

Dro in the woods, Mom dukes trying to lay low in the woods

[Raps to fade]

How I Can Kill Jigga Man lyrics - Beanie Sigel

He, Jay Hova,

Hey Little Soldier,

Ready for the rude bwoy ready to pull the tool boy

Back out... boy,

Yeah, uh, yeah yeh yeh... uh uh,

Come on, the takeover, nigga the breaks over,

Fraud MC, he Jay Hova,

Hey little soldier you ain't ready for the rude boy,

Quick to pull the tool boy, back out booya boy,

Yeah I send something to ya boy,

Let these hollows run through you boy,

I ruin boy,

Make your body leak fluid boy,

Freak body you probably won't do it boy,

Uh you need a rope and a stool boy,

Can't trust you like a... and a schoolboy,

Think you cool boy, cause you running with the... boy,

You ain't nothing but the mule boy,

You ain't a boom boy, you just a flip flop tight pants... head funny looking school boy,

Let's get to it boy you don't really wanna do it boy,

I can see right through ya boy,

[Chorus:]

Here is something you can't understand,

How I can kill Jigga man,

Here is something you can't understand,

How I can kill Jigga man,

Here is something you can't understand,

How I can kill Jigga man,

Here is something you can't understand,

Uh uh,

What up boy, you ain't got no words for me boy,

You ain't gonna say nothing boy,

Damn, I thought you was the boy, boy.

You ain't nothing but a boy boy boy,

Holla at ya boy,

I ain't gonna stop boy,

I'm not gonna stop,

Stop bitching, I ain't gonna fuck with chu no more boy,

Fuck that,

Come on man let's get it yo, seriously for real,

[Chorus]

The bully, you already know how I do homie,

Let's get it

I'm Coming lyrics - Beanie Sigel

Philadelphia

I dedicate to you this song

(Olympick)

Fuck it I'm coming

Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uhm-hmm

Somebody got to die

Either this guy or this guy

Either way somebody mama throwing a fish fry

Bigger the beef, bigger the clip size

Home Depot trips, duct tapes, zip ties

Was gonna leave it dead, let shit slide

But niggas pushing my fuck-it button

I gotta fuck up something

I'm thinking churches and hearses

ER trips, IV drips, and nurses, uh

Homicides for purchase but I think I might work this

Cash that check myself though

Vest with the velcro

Clip from the wrist to the elbow

Draco small but the drum can't fit in the belt though

Trench coat still can't tell though

It is what it is but we ain't gon' dwell though

If shit hit the fan cause, just don't tell though

I respect what he's done. New overthrows the old, it's natural

Ambulance screaming up the block

Shots so loud can barely hear 'em screaming "stop"

Vaguely hear somebody screaming "cops"

Spray the family while they grieving at his plot

On target till I off it

You want me off your head? Where that bread, nigga cough it

Issue me a ticket or I'll park it

Or I get you fitted for that coffin

Just when I thought I was out they pull me back in

Back on course with no remorse

Like the fat guy from Bed-Stuy kick in doors

Everybody getting on the floor

Everybody in this bitch get it but the whore

Bitch where that bag at?

Yeah, yeah I love them too but where that tab at

Somebody cashing out or I'm blasting out

Talking bout what? Ain't shit to ration out

You drew that line so I'm a cross it

Now lay in-between them lines when they chalk it

Catch you at the Clearport, extra cartridge

Ain't no jets departing only death departing

Teterboro with the barrel exercise the plan

Understand you ain't never too fly to land

How you goin' through your face and your feet?

Hogtied, broom in your ass, you in too deep

Fucking with the crypt keeper, grim reaper

You just a tweeter, I'm the knock in the Devil's speaker

Stop, this bigger than Omeeka

I wanted you and ITY, Latifah

Switch this horror flick, double feature

Gee, what niggas do for money, my brother's keeper

A sucker way out is to steal him

Face said look him in his eyes 'fore you kill him

Nigga you weak for real

You did that for Meek? You shoulda did it for Mills

Bitch you should of did it for real

Got niggas checking under cars 'fore they get in their wheels

Before I check you up to God, better get in your will

You niggas better pick a side 'fore I get in the field

Ain't gon' have no pics when I'm blicking the steel

Everybody getting fired when I'm clicking the drill

Uh-huh, Poppa gave out warnings, not me

Just another body for mama to ID

You could play a game but not me

All shells, no stripes, Y3

Heart cross your windpipe, cannot breathe

One cannot fight what one cannot see

Yeah and I be there when the smoke clear

Drown in your own blood, nigga soak there

I pluck you then rock him, I ain't no joke yeah

Check out my felonies, check-check out my felonies

Sell your soul you say your ass what you telling me

Fuckin' faggots, pussies

Been doing this, fuckin' rookies

Crush your whole empire, Cookies

Why the fuck would you push me?

And no more Ruckus, I'm reckless

What you expected? I'm coming

Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uhm-hmm

I'm coming, uhm

In The Club lyrics - Beanie Sigel

[Verse 1:]

I'm back at the club with a snub, twistin up dubs

Sippin on Crist', bout to snatch your bitch

You see the wrists, see the neck, see the arm, see the charm

See my click, what the fuck man we rich

When we step in the spot, performin or not

You know what went down, man we shut shit down

From the cars outside you can tell we there

When the bar's sold out and ain't no Belvedere

No crowd control and the cops is scared

You know, the, the Roc, the Roc was here

Catch Mac V.I.P., section of the place

With the weapon on his waist, weight, two steppin to the base

I don't dance, I just move the crowd

And keep a big ass tool that's loud, that'll move the crowd

Only play the club dog if the music loud

Just boots, strictly airs, no shoes allowed, what

[Chorus:]

You know how it get in the club

We came to go bold, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump

You know how it get in the club

We came to pop shit, we came to pull chicks, we came to ride

You know how it get in the club

You know we came deep, in four or five jeeps, we came to wild

You know how it get in the club

See me V.I.P., rollin up trees, we came to get high

[Verse 2:]

Beanie Sigs baby, y'all can't touch the boy

Everytime I hit the club people rush the door

Buck 50 cuts and more, sluts and whores

Niggas ice grillin like they wanna touch the floor

All that when Mac perform

{Who The Fuck Want What}, man they buck when that come on

Bitches givin up butt when Mac perform

Everybody hands up when that track come on

Roll up nigga let's get on

You know how we do, bitches in them see through dresses on

Double shots of Henny rock, all night lemon drops

Til they touchin, have 'em touchin, other women's spots

Late night, club night, you know what Mac like

Late night, club night, Mac attract dikes

All night menagie trois, who came to get ride, who came to get high

What the fuck, uh

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Last call for alcohol, all drinks on me

Just boots, jean suits, no mix on me

Bandannas, really liks on me

Alright maybe a watch, of course rock, what you think on me?

Same thing with the squad, what you think on Bleek

Beef? C'mon dog who you think gon bleed

Not Mac, never slip in the club

4/5th in the club, told y'all never slip in the club

Niggas hit like shit, how that get in the club

You think I'm playin when I'm sayin shit'll drip in the club?

Man I come to turn out the show, turn out a hoe

Before I bounce, burn an ounce of 'dro

Throw back an ounce of snow, bounce with dough

Squad deep, all with heat, and the bouncers know

Back the fuck up dog or the rounds'll blow

Man a thug in the club, y'all know how it go, shit

[Chorus]

Lets Go lyrics - Beanie Sigel

[Intro:]

Hey

Summer is on now (summer is on)

Mi have on mi shorts now

Mi and mi girlfriend a par

Woh

Start the car

A wi a drive out, we carrin out

Wooh yeah yeah yoo lawd lawd and dem mi ya gal they all bad (bad)

[Verse 1:]

Let's go to the beach

Mek wi have a party pon the sand gal

Tek off [?] mi waan fi si u inna u thong

Buss a pose mek mi use mi touch nap one

Nuh pretty belly skin deh with di tattoo deh pon

Yuh a genuine brownin hold a summer tan

Umbrella bleacha cause a suh di summa tan

So di gal dem seh dem ready fi di summa marathon

So mi haffi sing another summa song

So mi aks u

[Chorus:]

If yuh ready fi di summa let's go

Shout it out and let mi know (Uptown!)

Gal everywhere wi go (Downtown!)

Gotta a going now (Come on!)

If yuh ready fi di summa let's go

Shout it out and let mi know (Dung a country)

Gal everywhere wi go (Cross di globe)

Gotta a going now

[Verse 2:]

Pass mi di white Overproof Yaad Swag mek mi poppin

Pink up ready likkle ice inna bucket

Pass di Red Rum and nuh mek Fambo done it

Whether A.T.I. or Igloo we a chuck it

Party fi di summa and di gal dem wet it

Short shorts and Marina dem gal ya a got it

Dem hav di summa body eva hot a so dem drop it

While di thugs dem a Guinness and a spliff it

That's why mi haffi seh

[Chorus:]

If yuh ready fi di summa let's go

Shout it out and let mi know (Uptown!)

Gal everywhere wi go (Downtown!)

Gotta a going now (Come on!)

If yuh ready fi di summa let's go

Shout it out and let mi know (Dung a country!)

Gal everywhere wi go (Cross di globe)

Gotta a going now

[Verse 3:]

Gal from all about a fly down fi di summa (yuh si Anna)

Har skin so fly cocoa butta

She cock up pon di R6 wid di big pappa

Mi have a gal from Buff Bay but this ya one a buffa

Mi have pound of high grade dung a West mi a guh fah (nah suffa)

This year mi money get nuffa

Mi just by mi heart serious mi a nuh bluffa

Dem sing summa song but this a one ya tuffa

Mi aks dem

[Chorus:]

If yuh ready fi di summa let's go

Shout it out and let mi know (Uptown!)

Gal everywhere wi go (Downtown!)

Gotta a going now (Come on!)

If yuh ready fi di summa let's go

Shout it out and let mi know (Dung a country!)

Gal everywhere wi go (Cross di globe)

Gotta a going now

[Repeat until the end]

No Glory lyrics - Beanie Sigel

(from "State Property" soundtrack)

[Verse 1:]

I been seeing crack rock, since the age of thirteen

Out the same crack spot to the same damn dope fiends

Burnt up glass and the coke screens

You know that balled up cash where that dough cream

Hit the block before the birds start chirpin'

Scope the set before I serve one person

In between cars, never out in the open

I don't trust vans and I hate black suburbans

Crack that I'm servin', pure buck tour, nigga

Uncut raw, nigga. I don't fuck with bake

I don't never get stuck with weight

Open shot, every smoker with' a straight, brush my gate

You ain't makin' no dough 'cause you stretchin' your shit

Fuck tryin' to make more, dog, I'm stressin' to flip

Keep smokers on them red caps, stressin' to hit

Dope fiends with they hair back, catchin' they drip

I'm tryin' to show you where the bread at. You catchin' my drift?

But I see where your head at, you stressin' to bitch

Give me that hot plate and pyrax pop

Shit, I'll show you how to fire that rock, supply that block

Pee pop set up shop, with' a half a block

Lock down half the block

Turn that half a block to other half his' block

Then I'll lock down the other half a block...

[Verse 2:]

I don't give a fuck about the chatter in the background

Never put my straps down, nigga

This is Mack Town, nigga

Ask around, bitch nigga I never was

Kept leather gloves and the 38 tar snub

On the real, ya niggaz don't know me

Don't get found in the lake with' eight shots like Kobe

It's the Gouch, what you talkin' bout homie? /

I'll make your bus stop short like Gary Coleman

"I got more pots and strips then you..." (I make it hot)

"... niggaz won't even sell nicks to you." (not a rock) /

I spit phrases that'll thrill you

I got gats with' clips with' lasers that'll kill you

Got myself an uzi brother, nuzi two nines

These thugs gon' getcha (getcha), slugs gon' hit cha

"I got more gats and tecs than you..." (I'll make it hot)

"... niggaz won't even stand next to you" (I tear the rock)

When I clap down, back down your wack friends

For that "Cash Money, " pull out "Mack 10's"

Intro tef, I'm twenty-two (uh)

You dudes ain't worth it, keep them funny jewels (whoa!)...

I'm so street like asphault

I spit shit like my ass talk, dog, it's Mack Mittens

Don't make me raise up and put my hands on you

A house sellin raids nigga, I'll put my grams on you

Man, I'm so fuckin' deep in the game

Got one foot to the street, the other feet to the fame

I'm seesaw, tryin' to balance shit out

Until then, I got a six gon' silence shit out

Wanna make the transition, from the street to the fame

But I can't let it weaken my game, man listen

Picture Mac flippin' like a transmission

Little nickels, with' slick fifty's tryin' to stick me

Knowing one shot from a glock could stop my injured block

So I quickly move, oars like Jiffy Lube

Never-had-it niggas and half the fact that niggas

Snortin'-magic niggas or the court rattin' niggas

Roc The Mic (Remix) lyrics - Beanie Sigel (feat. Freeway, Sparks)

[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]

Show Must Go On lyrics - Beanie Sigel

First thing, started a commission

Jay started rock glide

Me, I'm with the pot squad

You see, I had a vision

More than this dissin' in battle when I position

I was on a bigger mission like Foreman and Coalition

For six straight years we held the top position

But here come the glitch in the system, Jay missin'

He on vacation so we're catchin' a tan

And they ain't givin' out executive positions to can

And I think to myself like 'damn, that's a slap of the cheek'

Not for me, at least for Bleek

But every clothes I ain't sleep but I shot mine

My mouth too and I didn't speak, I played possum

Show must go on

The show must go on yea

Each time my heart is breakin'

My make-up may be flaking

But my smile, still stays on

Show must go on

The show must go on yea

Each time my heart is breakin'

My make-up may be flaking

But my smile, still stays on

Still Public Enemy lyrics - Beanie Sigel

PE number 1, still public enemy

The revolution will be televised

Pardon me as I vent

I do this for the babies that's bathin' out in Flint

The signs of the times got me spent

I'm thinkin' bout the crimes on Price

The recent chain of events

A plot that's designed by lynch

Martial Arts on defence

Blue blood spills as the black's still clenched

Black deaths get paraded in the news

White sheets get traded in for blues

The poor and righteous are gunned down by polices

They terrorize, they should terrorize the foreign ISIS

100 shot drum filled with K Rounds

Hunting down the crack of the gun on trinidad

It seems they only respect violence

10 hit, 3 down out in Dallas

Yea, respect my color

It's like, fuck the police

Do you respect my brother?

I mean, fuck Paula Deen

Do you inspect my mother?

This shit never gon' seize till you respect my suffer

The hour is here

Let the casket in, are you scared?

Fight the power, I declare

A war on the new world order, with no fear

For the babies they bombed out in Birmingham

They gunned down Mike Brown in Ferguson

Sent 41 shots through the eye lobe

Tell me, which 48 laws do you follow?

Do you never try to outshine the master?

Or, strike the sheppard in the sheep of scatter?

Or, turn the other cheek, march, sail or speech

They're pluggin' us off about a week

More important

Who's payin' for the coffin they brought Alton?

Or them kids the pigs just orphaned

The revolution shall be televised

Even tho' the television stay tellin' lies

[Sample Speech:]

... That we who have been the victim of so much violence

Now whites fear violence from us

We do not have a history of killing white people

White people has a history of killing blacks...

Yea, a hundred miles runnin', where my raiders at?

Crack babies, a product of the Reagan act

Welfare, section 8, yea, they gave us that

Project housing and an enslavemant trap

It's plain to see, you can't change me

Cause I'm a be a nigga for life

It's plain to see, it's fuck the police

So I'm a pull my trigger on sight

It's time to raise hell for Castile

Send 'em 50 shells for Sean Bell

They hung poor [?] in a jail cell

[?] cash bell

"Black lives matter, " is what they told us

But black lives don't matter, is what they showed us

They still call us niggas

Got a 100 in this clip, bitch, huntin' down a Zimmerman

[Sample Speech:]

... That you are afraid

That we if we ever come to power

We will do to you and your father

What you and your people have done to us

[Sample Video - Diamond Reynolds:]

The police officer stopped us for a busted tail light that was not busted

They pulled us over on the side of the road, asked for lisence and registration

As he was reaching for his license and registration, he told the officer that he was licensed to carry and had a firearm

As he got back, comfortable

The police took four or five shots into him for no reason

They took his life for no reason

They did this to my daughter and they did it to me

And I want justice

The Hood lyrics - Beanie Sigel (feat. Drag-On, Infrared, Nuchild)

Shit, this shit right here... is for the thugs in the street

Do ya'll here me?

Shit, and this shit right here... will get you mugged in the street

[Beanie Sigel:]

Beanie Sigel hit hard, and I'll wire ya jaw

Trademark niggas eyes, give them permanent scars

Twist backwards, never catch me rollin cigars

Only cock and blow 'dro out of perservative jars

On the block serving like I never heard of the law

Cops hit the spot fuck it, mad bro to bar

Fuck crack, flip powder, I ain't takin' a loss

Plus if I get snatched, its less time for the song

I was been known to stroll the block, hold the glock

Blow dro, pick up doe, reload the spot

I'm the shit with crushed ice and some arm and hammer

I'm the reason why smokers steal car antenna's

I get bricks, so you know I make big nicks

The size of Chiclets, that make you pricks sick

While you try to profit, I just flip quick

Y'all niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be quick

[InfraRed:]

Now when you wake up

I'm wiping the cold out your eys with the barrel of the gun

Holding your son, smoking Branson

Blowing smoke in your face, I want the ransom and some

His shit'll get the opposite of handsome

I mean I got to come clean

I've done bagged up and served everything you've seen in the feds magazine

I'm what y'all haven't seen

I swallow kerosene and piss out gassoline

Strike a match and burn the fucking scene

I'm no joker - I could blow you into smoke

And make your man a second hand smoker.

I'm so vulgar - I'm sendin' niggas straight back to their maker

Broke, with a PlayStation for a CD player, see me player?

I don't even play that shit

I just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my shit

Ya'll got a bible? Well pray in that shit

While I smoke a scripture, load up the guns then come to rip ya

[NuChild:]

This be the realest shit I ever wrote

Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throat

Choke nigga choke, I'm dope

Roll me up and smoke, on contact

Niggas react, and play me back

For doe, I'll murder ever nigga not on this track

I spit back, at any nigga claimin' he teflon

The best on, be the next nigga get stepped on

A sick dude, type to ask God "You wanna battle?"

"I could care less, send me hell I like to travel"

After waxin' him, I wax you

Smack you, clap you, and that's two

Niggas I left lookin' like statues

I have to, bring it to these cowards that talk hard

Some jail shit? Never even walked through a junk yard

I thump hard

Make a nigga yell for crew quick

A true bitch, eat a nigga up like a chew-stick

Too rich, is what I plan to be in the 9-9

It's all mine, Fagots ride bench when its crunch time

So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the opium

You Ethiopian

Willie niggas, yeah we scopin 'em, and ropin 'em

Do a nigga Rosewood style

Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his child

[Mysonne:]

It's Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm

Poppin' niggas in their sleep so they die calm

Kill or be killed, that's the shit that I'm on

It's desparoto style, shooting at them side arm

I'm gone, see I'm dope like heroin

And my guns got scopes, so they zero in

Here on in, know I fear no men

And mutherfuck shootin' five, here go ten

Know that if you start a problem, there's no end

You tough? Fight death and be a hero then

Niggas call me Poppiseed, I'll pop your seed

And move bricks on the block that's too hot to breath

I'm a real type of nigga, that cock and squeeze

Y'all them second guess fagots, that cock and freeze

So I fuck with real niggas, like The Lox and D

And ya'll niggas got problems, just watch and see

[Drag-On:]

I'm the kid with the unlaced boots, but'll lace you

Leave a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel

All my bullets hit, never graze you

If you never was shit, I'm a promise you this

I'm a front page you, I'm a young'n

The first one there, and the last one to get to running

Unless you tell me the cops coming

Cause I like to feel assed out, so when they trap me I blast out

I'm quiet my gun gotta bad mouth

I wake up with the mad south

You know how many chinks and jews

Drag's done dragged out, on a cash route?

Cause when I walk in, stop the talking

I don't give a fuck if its a nigga with a walkman

I'm a put him in a coffin

Soon as I step in

I'm runnin' up on the nigga with the thick lens

I'm tryin to get the benz with the thick rims

Double R, soon half of us'll goto jail

The best studio, 16 bars to post bail

Top Shotta lyrics - Beanie Sigel

[Verse 1 - Beanie Sigel:]

$200 Fanta in a styrofoam

30-shot banana in my firearm

Death to any nigga that I slide up on

Supply ya mama with the casket she put flowers on

The Don Dada, the rude boy, the top shotta

Ya ras clot, ya batty boy, go suck ya fadda

I'm bad boy, I warn boy, like Big Poppa

I squeeze choppa, release copper, ya bleed proper

Yeah, empty out the clip till the Baretta lock

Circle the block, scope, see if he dead or not

7-shot.38, the lead'll pop

Squat, squeeze with one eye open like Fetty Wap

And I don't really wanna expose you, I'm tryna be humble

But deers belong in the woods and not in the jungle

And you ain't never in the hood, scared them nigga's will trunk you

Got niggas in your circle now that's waiting to slump you

[Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel:]

Right back on that ass, I ain't finish nigga

I will drag your ass till you surrender nigga

You sweet nigga, you fake nigga, you Splenda nigga

Pussy you ain't tough nigga, you tender nigga

I injure niggas, beginner niggas, I been the nigga

Bitch I kill your vibe, shout out to Kendrick, nigga

I watched the LOX and I listened nigga

Could've been the fourth member, but I went with Jigga

Send your niggas, I'm with whatever, let's get it nigga

I slide down your chimney like it's December nigga

Pop off on sight, shoot up your Sprinter nigga

And you ain't bout that life, so stop pretending nigga

And I can give two shits if I'm offending niggas

Bitch if that shoe fits, that's who it's meant for nigga

I put the city on the map, facts

Who the fuck wanna claim king now? Bully back

Trouble Man lyrics - Beanie Sigel (feat. Sparks & Oschino)

(from "State Property" soundtrack)

Nothin for nothin leaves nothin... betta do somethin

Motherfucker punch ya in the mouth...

[Sigel:] Hitman, Oschino and Sparks, Criminal Records; talk to 'em yo

[Omilio Sparks:]

This is for my ghetto niggas, reputation is everything

So guard it withcha life, it's just like credit

The minute ya fuck up you ruined it, ya know?

Yo as young adolescents (a-ha)

Mommy said we was so precious, I mean - who knew?

Round to O.D. to heron and I'd catch cases

Let my life slip, inside the hands of these judges

Where did we go wrong - huh?

Was it these missing father figures?

Or watching mom struggle and feed us

Come on I need answers, is God gonna judge us

For turnin burners on niggas who tried to merk us

On the day of judgement - who knows?

Until then we'll never know so for now, I'm a do Omilio

Drunk than a motherfucker, disrespectin bitches

Attitude still the same - fuck these niggas

Until it's my time to go, you know?

I ain't doin no changes, shit, plus I'm happy to be here

With my new family... Black Friday

And the Roc-A-Fella niggas, I'm focused, bring the chorus in

[Chorus - Beanie Sigel:]

My life (shit) just make me wanna holla sometime, and throw in my hand

But I won't fold, you know how I roll

I live that life of a trouble man and play by the code

Where I'm from (shit) just make me wanna holla sometime, and go get my gun

Go all out but I think of my sons

Then I look where I was at - how far did I come

[Oschino Vasquez:]

You see ladies prostitutin, wearin tight leopard

My sneaks was dogs like pitbulls and German shepherds

Fuck where it came from I needed money fast

White boys bangin Led Zeppelin wantin twenty bags

So I got my first pack on 51st and Market

I ain't want clothes I just wanted some Boston Market

No mom to call, no dad to beep

Stuck on the streets stomach growlin like a dog showin his teeth

Life ain't sweet (naw) life ain't a game

I know life is more real then Slick Rick chain

Everybody get a hand so play the hand you dealt

And there's nobody to blame fuck it blame yourself

You can go all out, and try to rebel

Like a nucleus they'll have you right in a cell

You just better pray a lot and hope that you prevail

I know livin in the hood is hell, c'mon

[Chorus]

[Omilio Sparks:]

Yo right now I'd like to take the time to thank my family members

And phony homies for turnin they backs on me

Made me stronger helped me deal with snakes inside God's garden

But I was roamin like a ruger

And I swear these streets'll turn us boys to men

Numb the pain with juice and gin

Tryin to stack them Horace Grants to a million

Plantin seeds is how I blessed the bitches

Excuse my arrogance but baby clone me

This petty world that kill me slowly took away my grandma mommy hold me

Life's obstacles is gettin stressful, that's why I don't come around

Written between the paper's line examples of my lifestyle

So read inside the guidelines, ain't no sunshine

Until you break the chains and fly freely, cause I know for a fact

Somewhere out in the world somebody need me to make 'em smile

And appreciate 'em believe me, but maintain in the meanwhile baby

Omilio'll be there for ya, y'knahmean?

Shit, I'm a trouble man

[Chorus x2]

Wanted: Dead or Alive lyrics - Beanie Sigel (feat. Cam'Ron)

[Running] [Breathing]

[Beanie Sigel:]

Wanted, 100 miles and runnin'

Through the rain and the sunnin, when them feed folks comin

Keep your head up youngin', gotta keep ya heads up youngin'

The streets'll give your head up youngin'

Listen, flip your con 'tacs, stay focused like contacts

Your head's open for a contract

Can't go where mom at, the last place you wanna bring the dram at

The first place they gonna track I promise

Can't relax, but remain the calmest

Couple rules that your play by, stay by, stay live

You keep your boots on your laces tied

And only troop on the late night if you play right, you stay right, right

You never play the day light, jakes get on your tail

Never let them see the break lights

Catch me if you can when I'm dippin from the cops

Mr. Gingerbread never falling victim of the fox

[Chorus:] Wanted - Dead or Alive [x2]

[Beanie Sigel:]

Wanted, but you can't stop runnin'

With a price on your head, be prepared to gunnin'

Don't be scared like the Red Coats comin' nigga

Stay underground and keep runnin' like Tugman

You can't sleep, not a peep, no slumber

Man I sleeped about a 100 hours rest this summer

No stress when your dealin' with the running

Waking up in cold sweats, pissed scared of the rumblin'

Fuck it, just prepare for the trouble

Don't be shit scared nigga with your head undercovers

This not a broad threat, I got something for 'em

On the steps with two tecs, this is not a warnin'

Nigga they close like camera flash

When the hammer blast, put on your State Prop camouflage

Crack the box or the avalanche, put on your Montana mask

Get to clappin' like it's Pakistan

What every strap, cause an accident

Make a traffic jam, dodge all the traps you can, keep runnin'

[Chorus:] Wanted - Dead or Alive [x2]

[Cam'Ron:]

All you got to say is hide me, I ride free

I be, the one to change your birth, S.S., or ID (I got all that)

Ain't no more hangin' with the Y.G. State Prop

No Roc, private dock, incase you need an IV

No more Bent', that's Accord money, 420

Schemes can't afford money, money yous award money

Whether 90 or the first degree, any murder in the first degree

Well be the third degree, and they looking for the perjury

If you ain't merk the g, perfectly, you'll be in surgery

Take the seed out the nursery, nurse him at the precinct

Give 'em desert, that ain't where he deserve to be

And I went through this personally, certainly

3-2 for burglary, now it was referred to me

So they play us in no way, know way

Blaze up the roadways, A.C. and O.J

Read the paper, eggs and OJ

Call CD head of the O'Jays

That's a gipsy caps, risky all the chips we had

45 flee-flicker, we niggaz, hit the gas

When the operation go stale, ain't no jail

I did my whole album on bail (That's the truth)

I got you mac mittens, I send them a black ribbon

Attached to Mac spitten, I can't go back prison

[Chorus:] Wanted - Dead or Alive [x2:]

When You Hear That lyrics - Beanie Sigel (feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard, Peedi Crakk)

[Hook - Beanie Sigel:]

When you hear that, that's the sound of the police

Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast

When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' nigga

You better get to runnin' nigga

[Beanie Sigel:]

It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you

Without a rhyme about the nine and what the tech do

The four pound line, a thirty eight special

With AK shells through your tephlon vest too

Yeah Scrap, when the Bastard's back out

The pastor's back out, the casket's passed out

It's shit bags, and them Catholic's passed out

Shoot up the crack house, smack worker's bond like crack's out

Go to war, Mack never backed out

The mac's get backed out, the air's get dust off

The cage get bust off, the shaft and the stock get cut off

Your cash and your block get cut off

And the SWAT and the ambulance rush off

My hand on my nuts like fuck ya'll

My SP Jeans drift, layin' on them s dot grim shits

I'm out to buck you like And 1, just run when the van come

[Chorus - Beanie Sigel, Ol' Dirty Bastard:]

When you hear that, that's the sound of the police

Whoop, whoop, man, you better throw that piece

Toss the handgun, before the man come

When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' nigga

You better get to runnin' nigga

Toss the handgun, before the man come

[Ol' Dirty Bastard:]

Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu...

Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a nigga

Who put the strengths on a nigga

Wu bandana, I smoke Diana

Fuck Joanna, she hot, though we be hand her

The Ol' is famous, put in the rhymin'

I gets mine, stop being wondrous

Americana, half Montana

Only gonna smoke the best marijuana

Dis the Grammy's, on the panel

Change the channel, good smell flannel

You think shit is dandy, well fuck your candy

Forty foot glock! Shoot with handy

I fucked Amanda, you talk propaganda

Only gettin' money, on the Maranda

I stay candid, government branded

Heavy handed, woman demanding

[Chorus]

[Peedi Crakk:]

It's not game of R. Kelly

Run up on twenty-six and seven, coke peli'

Open up and them in deli, spray whoever the sweaty

My felony, mix emotions when I walk in that building

That's why I sip that purple pill that make choke up your seven

Back the ac'! As if you don't notice

Make me call that boy Mack, Bean Sig' flip you over

Respect mine, them tech nine's ain't my thing

I defeat the purpose of death lyin' with one ring

Make the place, vacate, I can't wait

For you to come out your face, so I could come off the waist

Hey, it's Peedi, Peedi, when you see me, take it easy

My uncle be named Reesy, his luger be named Squeezy

Make you get low without M-Eazy

My murder just might please you, you know them niggaz my people's

And every time you see me do my thing

They tell me, Peedi, Peedi, crush easy, the Mac gon' ring

[Chorus]

[Outro - Ol' Dirty Bastard:]

When you hear that!

Yeah, this that shit straight out of jail, muthafuckas

YouknowhatI'msayin, you know how we get down, nigga

This that real shit, muthafucka, 2003 shit muthafucka

YouknowhatI'msayin, Dirt McGirt, muthafucka

Dirt McGirt, muthafucka, Beanie Sigel, muthafucka

Beanie Sigel, nigga, better get down and lay down

State Property

Why Must I lyrics - Beanie Sigel (feat. Oschino And Sparks)

(from "State Property" soundtrack)

[Beanie Sigel:]

Eh, Please believe it

Believe this shit

Mack Mittens in the spot

Eh, The crack rhyme king, you know

Why must I be like that

Why must I push the crack

It ain't nothing but the hustler in me

It ain't nothing but the hustler in me

(Nigga) The hustler in me

[Verse 1 - Beanie Sigel:]

Poison em' all (Fuck em')

I know that sounds like the words of a bastard

But Polly need crackers

And daddy's son need pampers

I gave ya'll The Truth and The Reason

I can't give you the answers (Nope)

I try to do the right thing

But I swear by God

I'm not Spike Lee, I skip my school days (Fuck it)

I ran with old heads (old heads)

In 89, who push 98's

Blue haze through deuce treys

Do what I been, I been through, through it again

I seen the streets tame boys, turn few to men

While you was in the house playing Nintendo (Nintendo)

On ya back pads on ya Dyno doing indo (indo)

Shit, I was in the house smoking indo (indo)

Serving smokers off the back ledge through the window (window)

How many, How many, smoke em' get skinny

Got em' short, got em' tall

Got plenty for all y'all now (c'mon)

[Chorus - Sparks and Beanie Sigel:]

Why must I feel like that

Why must I push the crack

It ain't nothing but the hustler in me

It ain't nothing but the hustler in me

The hustler in me

Why must I feel like that

Why must I push the crack

It ain't nothing but the hustler in me

It ain't nothing but the hustler in me

The hustler in me

[Verse 2 - Oschino:]

Why must I push the crack

I was forced into it

I was going through it pushin' that Buick

It wasn't all good a week ago (eh ah)

Shit been bad for a while

I was forced to put that crack in the vile (You know it)

Pockets was low, mind wasn't right

So I had to play the corner with the nine every night

So I crushed competition

Killed the drama

Sold goods like Excedrin

Syrup like Aunt Jemima

Money was coming, niggas was hatin'

Send bullets through they fame till they Harlem shakin'

Treated crack like rap

And I move them units

And the way I tuck paper niggas thought I was Jewish

Had the fiends snortin' blow like the K-9 unit

And I finally got that paper to park that Buick

Got the aero dynamic Benz wagon

So carefully crafted

When I pulled on the block I just smashed it

[Chorus - Sparks and Beanie Sigel:]

Why must I feel like that

Why must I push the crack

It ain't nothing but the hustler in me

It ain't nothing but the hustler in me

The hustler in me

Why must I feel like that

Why must I push the crack

It ain't nothing but the hustler in me

It ain't nothing but the hustler in me (I'm a hustler Nigga!)

The hustler in me

[Verse 3 - Sparks:]

Omilio, Omilio wooo

I talk greazy to pricks like

One yourself scrapper

I'm king Willie, stay the fuck off my strip (eh huh)

Or have ya guys get hit

Clash the position, I'm stuck in the kitchen

Whippin' it, ghetto D to the oil

Got the dope fiends rushin'

Drawing attention, scarring the workers

Got em, Ready to quit the game

So I'm doing the game like

Keep your eyes open youngin'

And tell them fiends I said no short, no change

And I'm payin' em weekly

And I'm payin' silly

You pay em' Friday you won't see em' for the rest of the weekend

Watching the block

Cause some like to skim off the top

Mixing they little caps in with my rock

Ungrateful motherfuckers end up gettin' clap by the cops

Tryin' to slow up the money spot

(I'm a hustler baby, I'm a hustler baby)

And why must I, now why ask why

[Chorus x2 - Sparks and Beanie Sigel:]

Why must I feel like that

Why must I push the crack

It ain't nothing but the hustler in me

It ain't nothing but the hustler in me

The hustler in me

Why must I feel like that

Why must I push the crack

It ain't nothing but the hustler in me

It ain't nothing but the hustler in me (I'm a hustler Nigga!)

The hustler in me

"The Solution" (2007)

All The Above Lyrics – Beanie Sigel (feat. R. Kelly)

We run everything
We run the streets, the radio, and the club
All of the above

[Beanie Sigel (R. Kelly):]
Yes, yes! (All the above)
Uhh (ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)

[Beanie Sigel:]
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys Club, can't chill in here
Gold bottles of that bubb', y'all spillin beer
The boy only pour on that ace of spades
Forbes Magazine homes - soon to grace the page
I pull 7 digits clean - soon as I grace the stage
I done caught up with the paper; y'all chasin change
Man I'm runnin up Broad Street, in and out of lanes
With the top down screamin out - you niggaz know the sayin
C'mon, you niggaz know my name
It's the bully with the bucks, ain't a damn thing changed

[Chorus: R. Kelly (Beans)]
I'm hood, I'm street
Still standin in the middle of the beat (Mac!)
I'm a mack, I'm a thug
I'm a pimp I does all the above
On the low I'm in the fastest whip
And in the spot I'm with the baddest chick - all the above
Up in the club got these niggaz pissed
We got bottles and a pound of twist - all the above
WE BUY OUT THE BAR~! And all night puff on cigars
We get so much love, and all of the above

[Beanie Sigel:]
Yeah, Mr. Beat The Case is back
Got acquitted, stitch fitted in that gangster hat
Now I'm back, sick with it with this gangster rap
Let's get it, where my gangsters at? Make noise
And I ain't never been no fraud, no nah that's not in my rapport
Never fronted on my boys for no whore
I ain't never been no bitch, nor never lied on my dick
Y'all niggaz still dyin for these whores
I ain't never been no - snitch, never been no - rat
Never shot a nigga in his back
I always put the drama to his face
I ain't never pull my strap and ain't clap
Got my case, did my time, now I'm BACK~!

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly:]
Up in the club still poppin the Cris'
Still back it up whenever I talk shit
Man I'm worth about a billion but I'm still hood rich
Still hoppin out the whip with a hot-ass chick
Still rockin the chain, they still knowin my name
It's Kels, that's right bitch, I'm still in the game
Still walk through the hood like I'm holdin that thang
Still limp through the club like I'm holdin that cane
It's two fingers for a rock star, middle for a bitch
Come in by self and leave out with'cha chick
Beanie Sigel got my back if we run into a snitch
And Kels got his back if he ever need a hit
From the tour, to the block
We keep risin, to the top
From the club to the parking lot
We 'bout to show the haters what we go so LET'S GO!

[scratched:] "Sigel was the name that they gave me"
[Jay-Z:] "Allow me to reintroduce myself"

[Beanie Sigel:]
It's the Broad Street Bully I'm number one
Five-oh said FREEZE when I had the gun
But I don't stop for the law, pushed the pedal to the floor
Rock star nigga, heavy metal on the drawer
Because my life is, how I mic this
Police wan' see my license
Run my social, check my gov', search my glove
Keep they hand on they toast when they approach this thug
Cause I'm a hoodlum, a monster, Bad Boy, a goodfella
Gangster and a thug - yes I'm all the above!

[Chorus]