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]