That's All I Know lyrics - Beanie Sigel (feat. Akon)
[Akon:]
Testing 1 2 3
You wonder why I'm still on the block
Cuz I just can't leave it baby
Cuz that's all I know
Throw the doubt away when you see the cops come back and retrieve it baby
Cuz that's all I know
Cuz that's how we roll (we roll)
From the gutter straight to your front door
Cuz that's all I know
A bunch of thug niggas with an appetite and you know we gon feed it baby
Cuz that's all I know
[Beanie Sigel:]
This time is my destiny right to the death of me
Baking soda and ice was the fresh of P (fresh)
Big boy and a big toy, plain watch
Connecter with the connect soon as the flame stop
Some say that I lost it, I know why they talkin'
They used to be Ross, they used to be boss
Tony Danza with two bitches, who the boss?
They used to the Benz back to back, cool exhaust
Duck them potholes in that quarto, Gotti cars
On the block with the property, no bodyguards
Before Felipe childs with his main whiles
4-way, spy hard, don't forget my hot sauce
Gotta love the block y'all
[Akon:]
You wonder why I'm still on the block
Cuz I just can't leave it baby
Cuz that's all I know
Throw the doubt away when you see the cops come back and retrieve it baby
Cuz that's all I know
Cuz that's how we roll (we roll)
From the gutter straight to your front door
Cuz that's all I know
A bunch of thug niggas with an appetite and you know we gon feed it baby
Cuz that's all I know
[Bernie Sigel:]
My mama made me, the block raised me
Raeggen baby, product of the 80's
Do one doll, be big shit or be gravy
Once I got the white girl silk like the navy
Before they set points it was foreign a baby
Crushed ice, 200 dollar spice got me lazy
Never had a 9 to 5, block paid me
Eatin' off the rocks before Barack gave me
That's all I know is this ghetto
Late nights when you hear shots echo
This the hood life, this the good life
The young bloods turned a good day into a chill night
Gotta love the hood, right? Right?
[Akon:]
You wonder why I'm still on the block
Cuz I just can't leave it baby
Cuz that's all I know
Throw the doubt away when you see the cops come back and retrieve it baby
Cuz that's all I know
Cuz that's how we roll (we roll)
From the gutter straight to your front door
Cuz that's all I know
A bunch of thug niggas with an appetite and you know we gon feed it baby
Cuz that's all I know
[Beanie Sigel:]
Topic discussion at the beauty salon
French fries at 5, hit the movies at 9
Get out of line, thay pop it to you like the 4th of July
Tryna survive, just to get by like why
As trick ain't near nigga, hood like I
Jeffersons move a lot for that slice of the pie
In the hood you try to turn a bag to good times
Get rich without trying
Shit, 5th took mine
Get yours, get mine, just don't stop my grind
Put a dub on your head but I ain't droppin' a dime
Shit, I turned this bitch out of the project water
My love, my hood, my block, my corner
[Akon:]
You wonder why I'm still on the block
Cuz I just can't leave it baby
Cuz that's all I know
Throw the doubt away when you see the cops come back and retrieve it baby
Cuz that's all I know
Cuz that's how we roll (we roll)
From the gutter straight to your front door
Cuz that's all I know
A bunch of thug niggas with an appetite and you know we gon feed it baby
Cuz that's all I know
Cuz that's all I know
Cuz that's all I know
We roll
From the gutter straight to your front door
That's all I know
That's how you roll
Cuz that's all I know (that's all I know)
Kush Dreaming lyrics - Beanie Sigel
Ugh, Ugh
Un-huh, Un-huh
Ugh, Ugh
Un-huh, Un-huh
And ya don't, stop
And ya don't, stop
Tell me, definition real bosses
Most get misconstrued often (Often)
Approach who? (Who) Please approach with caution (Caution)
And get your forehead shit forced in (Forced in)
Sick of these fake Boston Georges (They fake)
Fake ass Aarons and Lonnie Dawsons
We can settle the score before the law come
Miseducated like Lauryn Hill, just lost one (Lost one)
Put your body in an urn or a coffin (Coffin)
Forever your soul burns with the lost ones (The lost ones)
You can catch me cuttin' corners in that Porsche and (Porsche and)
Banging "What's Beef" by Biggie or "Warning" (Warning)
You're nobody till somebody kill you (Kill ya)
I can help you niggas look familiar (Familiar)
Blow your head smooth clean off
Hop up in that 4 door and drive smooth clean off
And ya don't
Stop
Un-huh
And ya don't
Stop
Ugh
Straight cash, fuck a lease, that's for child's play (Childs play)
Double park on the pavement, fuck a valet (Fuck a valet)
I got it locked, like the dreads hang from Wale (Wale)
You play with fire, you get burnt, that's what my mom say (My mom say)
Said she want some hard bottoms, like a prom date
Push your wig back (Back), that's what my 9 say (My 9)
Girls rule the world, shit that's what Beyon' say (What Beyon say)
Where your destiny lies, that's Beyoncé
Follow Muhammed to exact, that's what Quran say (Quran say)
Prepare the [?] you wack, that's what Nas say (Nas say)
Call it a coming, that's what [?] say
Been a ghetto superstar, that's what Pras say
Microphone fiend, that's what Rak say
And I got what it takes it rock, that's what I say (I say)
Why you fake pimpin' like Pinky on Friday
This the Sinatra club, I did it my way
And ya don't
Stop
Un-huh
It ain't no situation you can force me in
Graduated school of hard knocks, valedictorian
From the home of Smoking Joe, check my origin
Used to transport 'em, and now I just call the order in
Mr. Don't Blow My High, purple water and
Ewww, nigga got more pills than drug [?]
And I ain't roll on jakes bring the jury in
200 grand in that briefcase, bring the lawyer in
Never took the stand on niggas
I stand on niggas
And I ain't never ran on niggas
I ran ya'll niggas
Yea, and you niggas still running
Bitches still sucking and bumming
Niggas still tucking and busting
Shit, I check your bankroll
Two pair of dice, any wall, it won't take long
Feel like Superman in the booth, with my cape on
I'm on one, as we speak; Gettin' my Drake on
Ugh
And ya don't
Stop
Un-huh
Ugh
And ya don't
Stop
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
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
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