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
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