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(feat. Melissa)
(Talkin) My Spider senses is tinglin Feel somethin, got my radars up (Verse 1) Somethin goin on, i feel funny cant tell me nuttin different My nose twitchin Intuition settin in like steve vision I still close my eyes, i still see visions Still hear that voice in tha back of my mind So what i do? i still take heathe, i still listen I still paint that perfect picture, I still shine bright like a prism My words still skippin - thru air I know you cant, dont, wont get it You n*ggas chose to ride that ship, sunk wit it Im still afloat, i aint tha captain of tha yact but im on a boat I aint actin what im not Knowin that i dont, you n*ggas actin like you will but i know you wont, you wont I read between tha lines of ya eyes to ya brows Ya handshake aint matchin ya smile Ill holla, you n*ggas foul (Hook:) I can feel it in tha air I can feel it in tha air I can feel it in tha air I can hear it in your voice I can feel it in tha air (Verse 2) I sit alone in my 4 cornered room starin at hammers Ready to go banannas 2 vests on me, 2 techs, extra clips on me I know my mind aint playin tricks on me I aint skitz hommie Aint no body drop a nick on me Its like they tryna plot a set on me I hear this voice in tha back of my mind like mack tighten up ya circle Before they hurt you Read they body language 85% communication non-verbal, 85% swear they know you 10% you know they story, man tha other 5... time'll show you, just know you Then pull they strings, you tha puppet master **** them other bastards Man watch who you puffin after Play ya cards, go against all odds Shoot for tha moon if you miss, you still amongst those stars (Hook:) I can feel it in tha air I can feel it in tha air I can feel it in tha air (i aint scared n*gga i aint goin no where) I can hear it in your voice (can you feel me?) I can feel it in tha air (can you feel me?) (Verse 3) Can you feel it, can you feel it floatin? Without picture quotin, scriptures from revalation Talk **** and got tha devil waitin Body get stiff, so levitate Why do i speak blasphemy? Knowin one day that he'll ask for me Ask for my sins No one'll feel his wrath for me I go thru it, so you wouldnt do it...after me As for me Im still circlin tha block before im parkin Not bitchin, im just still cautious Same black parka, same uzzi, extra clips, still clappin wit that same larkin Damn, i feel it in tha air, you not sincere N*gga it aint an us, or we, or ima thing Its a good/bad karma thing This a song man the honest sing I swear i feel somethin honestly (Hook:) I can feel it in tha air I can feel it in tha air I can feel it in tha air I can hear it in your voice I can feel it in tha air |
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| 5:04 |
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(feat. Freeway)
(Beanie Sigel talking) Honor (honor), Trust (trust), Respect (respect) Devotion (devotion), Friendship (friendship), Loyalty (loyalty), Karma (karma), Team (team), Us (us), ROC (roc), Silence (silence), tha 'eagle, bang I can't go on this way (sung overlapping last line) (Beanie Sigel) Wit no union, and no benefits no dental plans I can't eat off no hundred grams I got cavities dat need fillin' You can't feed a nigga peanut juice Now put ya feet up in a nigga' shoes A lack of green'll give a nigga blues A sip of purple make a nigga rue Nigga drunk person speak a sober tune {I can't do on this way} - (sung overlapping last line) (Fuck dat, I can't do it man) We make these tips off dis gift dat we cursed wit But den my mind drift, am I defeatin' the purpose? Could you feel like shit when you miss yourself 1st? shit But who gon pay the bills? supply the mills? no surplus My baby mama give me drama on the daily Like she, makin' it barely and my kids is eatin rarely {I can't go on this way} (I'm stressed out gon' the what I can't do it) If you put puppies in the oven, do dat make 'em biscuits? Put hungry dogs in the kitchen, will dey eat the kittens Do you hear me or you listenin'? Ders a big difference Do you catch the lines and the hooks or are you still fishin'? Des a couple questions dat I, need to be answered Like, is dey backwoods and weed givin' me cancer {I can't do on this way} (I'm stressed out gon do what I can't do it) My momma say I got a nerve stress Got her wakin up in cold sweats I'm hard-headed and iron What make it worse my lil brother behind me Blood pressure runnin like Harriet She can't handle it I got her screaming Lord Jesus like Nahalia Son I'm tellin ya please don't let me bury ya {I can't go on this way} (I'm stressed man, I'm goin thru it) I was taught trust in the law but still tie up your camel Use your tongue as your sword and your books as your ammo But when dem bullets start flyin and you got pussies around you And who you rely on, got dem niggaz surround u? shit And make me feel like young Tinner, from the start I was finished How niggaz start wit a finish and begin wit a endin' {I can't go on this way} (I'm stressed out, I can't take it no more) I'm movin ass backwards wit no forward progress Feel asthmatic like kept mills keep joggin *Heavy breathin* Stagnant, runnin in place is tragic My heart in the faith I don't practice I still pray along, forgive me for my actions Cuz I still spit gangsta think Muslim and act Catholic {I can't go on this way} (I gotta still feel feed my young'n's, so keep huggin) (Freeway) I can't wait until the rain turn to sunshine Cuz I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Stuck in one time, Free pat-rol the block Get avoided by the government avoid the spent Can't wait til rain turn to sunshine Cuz I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Stuck in the box {I can't go on this way} (Young Chris:) (I feel you big homie, Young gunner) (Young Chris) Straight from the ghetto to ghetto I'm from the youngaz be the ghettoist ones Tryna make just as much as we could Tryna make it but dey gon make it hard as much as dey could Dat's why, dat's why Dat's why I hate 'em man dey crackers ain't nothin without paper Dey look at us it's nothing {I can't go on this way} (Came too far and I ain't goin backwoods for nothin) I ain't bein distracted by nothin Midget-size to Dikembe, I ain't back up from nothin Ma I'm still stressin It ain't the kid it's the bills stressin, she hold it down on her own She hold me down at the crib, hold me down while I'm gone She hold me down as a kid, hols me down while I'm grown {I can't do on this way} (I choose not, refuse not, down on my own) Now off the streets, runnin wit the hottest label in the label in the industry Da hottest label got a nigga 'lotta enemies So now when I go in baseline A nice-size ratchet to throw in wasteline I gotta make mine My bills ain't gettin paid in, kids ain't situated {I can't go on this way} (Ya'll better make a decision before us) (B. Sig) Cuz the way dat we livin ain't all good Ran away wit dem hatin ass niggaz don't like us Despite dem, we gon do it regardless But all dis comotion dey causin I ain't it wit (We ain't wit it) Dey can get it all it take is a column My dogs'll be down if the rounds gotta unlit tho {I can't go on this way} (Someday gotta forget it tho Consequences for my sentence gotta forgive us tho) (Fades out) |
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| 4:06 |
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(feat. Redman)
(Beanie Sigel) One shot deal, one shot one kill Hit you with the one shot skill Bullets lift you up like you poppin on the wheel Feel I can't die when I'm poppin on the pill So real that it feel, keep Cochran on my heels Who rock the black and back out Now the MAC back out, just bout to blackout Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain Shooters on the block slinging P last name Outta hot pink thangs like Camron Range The cocaine cowboy at work I put ya niggaz in the dirt for one like Dirt Concealed hammer won't jam or won't chirp Catch you on my second merk Fresh outta jail, ice grill gat to smirk Bitches on the waste can't serve 'em ROC without Jay won't work? Shit like we ain't here Actin like SP ain't here How ya'll niggaz can't see that clear? Clear? Yeah, slow all the way down young scrapper Pump ya brakes real fast, before ya crash Crack ya head on the dash I put ya body in a cast, keep my shotty on blast Hard heads don't get the picture until they see the flash You ain't ballin, you pump faking Till you found in ya trunk naked Four pound to ya crown like, "Where the paper?" B. Sig, cold crook, I trap paper like notebook When the hot water disappear like when coke cook Then resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, bitch I'm sick Leave that ass like Dama Sig. heat that ass like sauna Stretch ya body out like recliner Stretch my middle finger to your honor like, "Fuck the world", thats my persona, love drama Drop a building like Osama, you vagina I know you wish you never met me like Carl Thomas Try to forget me like all silence Fuckin with a vet be, all problems I'm not about the threats B, I'm all promise Before "The Truth", position in the booth As a young scrap, I was vicious as a youth Kept a gat moving pigeons in the Coupe You was strapped, then positioned on the stoop Stay strapped, put my pistol on shoot Mac take ya "Juice" like Bishop on the roof I had ya pissing in ya trunk like a roof Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt rolled loose I'm that corn liquor nigga, 100 proof I bring the storm, all you niggaz lace ya boots Better yet, pull out ya strings, make a noose Hang yaself, here's a deuce deuce, bang yaself like Cheddar Bob I'm in the hood like S-T-tall cat-Crooked Letter-I S-P-C-O, nigga yes I (Redman) Yes I (Beanie Sigel) Matta fact (Redman) Yeah, Yeah (Beanie Sigel) Bring it back (Redman) Bring it back, me, Doc, America's blunted Not from there, but I'm Philly Most Wanted Drop and roll, when my biscuit boil Talk is greasy, toungue with Crisco oil Streets is mine, check my flow online At ww.cutanigga.com Bricks, two on the hip, reach for the sky You and ya Burberry suit is buried alive On top of the Empire, dare me to dive (Weeeeeee) there I go, no parachute Jackass like Knoxville, hot as Cancun Chest hair is baboon, Redman rip the show I be the raw in ya bitches nose She be goin to the bathroom, sniffing blow Like, "Oh Docta shit, my man a joke" I know, I be strapped with a double 4-4 And a Slim Jim to open ya Cadillac door In the Bricks you hear them guns Rat-a-tat-BOOM Any nigga get X'ed out like Tic-Tac-Toe Any bitch that know, Redman goin the distance We ain't tryin to get fucked for instance When you bust baby, gon light the insence Pass me the rag, hop back in the Jag I stole out the showroom with the pricetag I wrote this rhyme off 25 blunt drags Hear that sound (whoosh), leave a block hunchback Killa House, understand prick We ain't gon stop till we "RICH BITCH" Holla back, Redman, Beanie Sigel Killa House |
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| 3:29 |
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(feat. Peedi Crakk & Twista)
(Intro - Peedi Crack) P., P. Crack Cocaine B., B. Mack is back Chad, Chad West on track (Chorus 1 - Peedi Crack) I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my b-boy Beans And my S.P. chain gang, doin the damn thing I Gotta Have It! Don't forget my boogie with beam That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean? (Verse 1 - Peedi Crack) Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle finger hang Ain't nothin changed my name, P. Crack Cocaine (P. Crack Cocaine) Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine ain't clean No one to blame but Peedi and a nigga I mean (nigga I mean) Ten stacks, Crack come to the club and do the thing You ain't got that, I'm in the crib fixin my bricks Style back, that's the method-zine About to get your four stressed So I can whip back on the whole sixteenth (Chorus 1) (Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel) B. Mack, seat back, S.P. intact You see me with Crack, we strapped What's the reason for that? (What's the reason for that?) (I Gotta Have It!) I need that, that Philly-boy clap Hit you niggas in your back, send the rest in your hat (send the rest in your hat) Stay strapped with the mack, with the hoodie too tall stack The aim all that, when I flame you get all that (you get all that) Me Boy Mack fuck with cracks since tall cats (It's the chain gang!) Gang bang! I suggest ya'll fall back (Chorus 2 - Twista and Peedi Crack) I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my boy B. Sige And the S.P. chain gang for doin the damn thing I Gotta Have It! Don't forget the rrring rrring That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean? (Verse 3 - Peedi Crack) Chain gang, lickey with the ban Quickly spit it rrring Sickey Rickey get his ziggy bang Snitchin on the gang (gang) Don't forget you get that Uncle Midi Get him for his chain Simply give him a chitty bang, sit him in a cling (cling) No name, no blame, Mack 10 no aim Hi-lo, rhino, put your body in pain No play no games, 'fore blow your brain Bo range me after the show, you know of course I Gotta Have my... (Chorus 1) (Verse 4 - Beanie Sigel) State Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the glock Catch a nigga whippin in the kitchen cookin in the pot Pursue it then might crack you (smack you), hit him with the glock (When you hear that!) Then you know here come the cops What up, wait, stop, fuck the cops! Got the baby uzi whop, turn your cruiser to a drop (cruiser to a drop) Get off the block 'fore SWAT surround the spot We be locked in a box, three hots and a cot (I can't have it!) (Chorus 2) (Verse 5 - Twista) The may-or of Chi, this ain't even ain't no kings and queens Fixin to hurt from us when you jerk us, we Merciless like Ming Twista and Beanie greedy like Peedi make the gun go rrring When you look at the thing, give me the bling Hand me the chain and the ring Baller in the bubble, blowin bubble, always actin up When trouble feel the double barrell of a double platnium thug Clappin, ready for some action, and I'm going to empty the crib I rep for the Roc and the State Property clique Homey, you can't do shit Throw a finger up, give me love, Remi in the club When they see these thug, in a circle, snort the 50s up Range Rov, 24 inch, blacked out bulbs Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul pole Creeping on niggas trying to test me in the black drop top Pull up and let the booper go bop, bop-bop Treat you, in the wind, to my borough, blowin on my back And do the same to any nigga that's tryna take what I got I Can't Have It! (Outro - Peedi Crack) It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic Se pone, se pone, se pone muy difcil Se pone, se pone, se pone muy difcil Se pone, se pone, se pone muy difcil Se pone, se pone, se pone muy difcil Chain gang, gang bang P., P., P., P. Crack Cocaine B., B. Mack is back Chad, Chad West on track Now let's go! |
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| 5. |
| 3:32 |
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(feat. Snoop Dogg)
(Chorus - Snoop Dogg) Ma! I think it's safe to say You ain't seen a playa lay this way Or playa game this way Wit a attitude, like - and ya don't stop Aficionado, so fashionable Wit a confident swagger, international Game so tight the girls had to go And you don't stop! (Verse - Beanie Sigel) Hah! sicka than your average Money too long can't stash it In the closet or the mattress Paper, stretch like elastic Checks from advances, the bank can't cash it So the price for that, never ask it Just sign my name or pop plastic Hating ass cops wanna harrass em Searching for a glock in the pocket of his fashion Bitches wit SP stitches on they asses And they left breast (yes!) Let's get dressed and toast to the occasion Cops couldn't page em, flow so amazing, hot like cajun You fucking wit the champ Pop corks on champ' like I just took the chip Nigga took the stand when he coulda took the 5th Yeah eat a dick wit AIDs on the tip, keep my name off ya lips Not guilty! (Chorus) (Verse - Beanie Sigel) I said I'm sicka than your average Keep three shooters like the Mavericks Short to the point like Nash is, fucking wit a savage Niggaz press they luck, get bucked like ashes Three piece suits, linen fabrics Three quarter croc, sharper than a pastor B Sig bring the light to the masses Of these rap bastards, who gives street passes One shooting can lead to three caskets Jump suits, state boots, at least three stabbings You softer than a Reebok Classic Folding under pressure when confronted by them badges I was taught stay low and keep blasting Po only know questions that was answered Keep a number on the high price lawyer It's five ways now days, everybody saw ya (Chorus) (Bridge - repeat 2x) (SD) Now let's toast to the man, that when he get out That he gon do them thangs that he rap about A true playa Pha-real (Pharrell) (BS) Haters stay out my face And know that thing still by my waist (Verse - Beanie Sigel) Once again I'm sicker then 'em all Niggaz see C's start shitting in they drawers When I kick in the door, stop the blood clot crying Wipe the piss off the floor The ape is back, my gate is cracked My jumpsuit and my cuffs is off Yeah I'm back on them bricks Raise your cups and raise your glass And let's toast to the boy B Mack, yeah I'm back in the mix! (Chorus) |
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| 6. |
| 5:18 |
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(Deep Voice)
Caution Do Not Mix Wit Alcohol It May Cause Drowsiness Keep Out Of Reach Of Small Children (Verse 1: Beanie Sigel) I Roll It Back, Crack A Dutch, Have A Sizip Get Introduced To This Drink That I Sizip Promethazine, Wit Codeine? Thats My Twizist It Might Lean U To The Left, Or Make U Izitch The ProMeth Wit The Tuss Some Like The Mizix According To They Physics, & How They Wanna Dizip Yo Be Careful, It Aint Ya Ordinary Liquid The First Time U Sip It, U Mite Get Addicted Matter Of Fact, I Know Ur Gonna Get Addicted Cause Its So Sweet.Life Liquid, Plus Its Good For Ur Sickness I Used To Watch My Uncle Sip It Goin Through His Act In My Grandmothers Kitchen Head In His Lap, Grandmom Bitchin Pocket Full Of Scrap, Plus Scratchin & Itchin Back When They Sip Brom and Smoked Cheeba Took ?? This One Is For My Real Mug Mixers Who Get Screwed Up, My Thick Juice Sippers Shout Out, To My Man Lil Flip Big Mo, Project Pat & The Whole Three 6 Yea I Know About Them Texas Boys Who Keep A Liter In The Cup, & A Heater In The Tuck Think The (X)anax & The Endo Sack, Make Me Slack? Cocktailed Or V'd Up, Gettin Swiss Cheesed Up (Chorus : Rell) Please Dont Blow My Highhhhhhhhh (Blow My Highhhhh) When Im Sippin That Purple Rainnnnnn (Beanie:) Dont Blow My High Trust Me U Dont Know My Life) Nigga Dont Blow My Highhhh, Dont Blow My Highhhhhhh When Im Tippin That Purple Rainnnnnn I Know It May Sound Crazy, It Keeps Me Lazy... (Verse 2: Bun B) Way Back In 94 When Screw Still Had His Gate Up He Called Me Over To His House & He Poured Me A 8 Up I Asked Him What It Was He Said Bun Get Ya Weight Up This Is Lean, Them White Folks Call It Promethazine Shit But We Gonna Call It Drink Dawg Cuz Thats What We Be Doin To It Now Take This Big Red & Pour About A 2 Into It I Said 2's & 8's, What The Fuck Is U Trippin On? He Said Man That's The Ounces Of Cough Syrup That U Sippin On So Shit I Poured It I Sipped It, Then I Sipped Some Mo I Fired Up A Green Monster, & I Hit That Ho Started Relaxin, Shit & To My Surprise I Was Noddin Off Lookin At The Back Of My Eyes They Tried To Wake Me Up But Shit I Just Kept Yawnin I Fell Out Of My Chair & Woke Up There The Next Mornin God Bless My Nigga, Cause Its Then I Been Spawned On My White Muddy Cup of Texas Tea, That R (Chorus : Rell) Please Dont Blow My Highhhhhhhhh (Blow My Highhhhh) When Im Sippin That Purple Rainnnnnn (Beanie:) Dont Blow My High Trust Me U Dont Know My Life) Nigga Dont Blow My Highhhh, Dont Blow My Highhhhhhh When Im Tippin That Purple Rainnnnnn I Know It May Sound Crazy, It Keeps Me Lazy... (Verse 3: Beanie Sigel & Bun B) (Beanie:) I Roll It Back, Crack A Dutch, Have A Sizip Get Introduced To This Leaf In My Spliziff No Stems, No Seeds, No Stizzicks The Ultimate, Experience Like Jimi Hendrix I Like To Roll Up, Cowboy Tradition Or Burn A Peace Pipe, Insights Like The Injuns Or Burn A Big Spliff, Bob Marley Style Buffalo Soldier, Rastafari Style Smokes On Pizurp (Bun B:) We Sipz On Syzurp) Get It By The 8, By The Pint (Bun B:) Or By The Kizurp) Some Might Take Ya High, Or A Down (Bun B:) Or A Bizurp) Whatever U Can Stand, Floats Ur Boat (Bun B:) Makes Ya Twizurp) Yes I Fucks Wit U If U Smoke On Green (Bun B:) Or Sip On Lean) Yea Whatever, Click Or Teen (Bun B:) Strip For A Scene) Nigga Burn A Spliff One Time (Bun B:) Take Me & Swing Ya Big Body Benz & Ima Swing Mine) (Chorus : Rell) Please Dont Blow My Highhhhhhhhh (Blow My Highhhhh) When Im Sippin That Purple Rainnnnnn (Beanie:) Dont Blow My High Trust Me U Dont Know My Life) Nigga Dont Blow My Highhhh, Dont Blow My Highhhhhhh When Im Tippin That Purple Rainnnnnn I Know It May Sound Crazy, It Keeps Me Lazy... (Bun B) Dedicated To Real Syrup Sippers Boys Wit Big White Cups Man They Doin It Mayn and 10 Years Plus Dedicated to that mayne Screw, my boy Fat Pat, my boy Big Steve my boy Big Melo R.I.P. them boiz poured up real big when they were here, you what i'm sayin wassup young pimp we miss you mayne come on home i'mma pour a pint just for you .................etc. Screwed Up Click, we in here manye hold up, I promise i'm throwed hold up, wassup young wee, the fingerz in here baby ey ya'll gonna have to cut this off..I can't do nothing |
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| 4:34 |
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(feat. Young Chris)
(Chorus: repeat 2X) Oh daddy You know you make me cry.. How can you love me? I can't understand why.. (Beanie Sigel) That's what they yellin when they grab me Eyes are swellin, cryin, tryin to stab me Once they realize they can't have me When I leave 'em try to let 'em down easy like I snatch your heart so easy like Valentine Can't get caught up in that loop again Never letting Cupid in Boo you buggin ain't no time to be lovin Man the grip on my pistol only thing I be huggin It's mack daddy not your daddy mack Bitch you got it criss-crossed (scrap) I ain't havin that I can't have your back Look how you act when I had your back Picture me havin that back to back I pimp proper like shrimp-lobster Check out my pimp-posture Even my limp proper, mama I can't help what's runnin down your face I moved your ass into that furnished place Like you earned that space (Chorus) (Beanie Sigel) God damn baby you had me All the twirlies in the caddy used to take it back gladly We was tighter than Tommy Buns and Keesha You cleant my guns, count my ones, bagged the reefer Shit I thought you was the one - you was my bitch The one that never snitched Taught you how to bust a fifth, shit I taught you how to push a whip Taught you how to suck a dick Taught you how to fluff a brick But you got more drama than a B-mama Got me goin through the motions like C. Thomas With the bullshit, he say she say The bitch is mad cause my jams kick like Eastbay Mad cause they mans got they kicks on replay How you drop from celebrity status Pushin Bent to niggaz in celebrity wagons In them sucka type Jags Now you fuckin type mad (Chorus) (Young Chris) Oh mommy its so sad We had it together You had it whenever That's yo bad You fucked up It wasn't meant to be You lucked up Told me at the end don't trust her See that's when all the bullshit started That's what three me in reverse, counter-clockwise In my mind I swore that we would work But I guess that I was wrong Ran into a dead end Unfaithful bitch You fucked the nigga I was blazin with Fugazied shit It wasn't him it was the paper shit Nowadays its all about the latest shit That or they favorite...car Or get paper from ball Unless your label all that And you labeled as stars Makin the millions Got them bitches willin to do Whatever it takes Takin it off or willin to screw Whoever I bring Guess it's a celebrity thing But I was never ashamed I was blessed with the game (Chorus) |
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| 4:37 |
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They say change gone come
but its a long time comin my legs tired hundred million miles runnin on life's treadmill runnin in place but still i run wit the race i think back on my wonder years food stamps shorts of wonder bread my mom dukes young, wild, loose learned a less i got my truths from the older heads u went 2 church n took a different route u got ya truths from out the bishop mouth i drunk the juice that turn dish about dem double duces turned my system out and them zanies and the weed too fuck it i'm still here (Rell) though its hard in the ghetto dont you let go cause a change gone come said a change gone come i know your tired of the waitin hold ya patients cause a change gone come yeah i know it is What it like the big houses the cars the dog pickett fence and you his wife but depict this life you know them FEDS got them pictures right i know ya stressed baby girl feel what you going through cause if they kick in that door you know you going too cause every thing in ya name from the phone bill to the deed on the house i gotta find a way to ease out but you cant you feel trapped you think back was it really worth it this lifestyle could you really afford it you then lost 4 lives yours and the 3 you aborted (girl) but its so |
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| 4:22 |
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(feat. Asia & Ashley)
I'm trying to climb the stairways to heaven like Led Zepplin Find that polished treasure like Ellie Levert I do my dirt so my kids see heaven on Earth But the pain on my heart it weighs heavy it hurts Hope you see my good intentions for whatever its worth Through self conviction when I mention my intentions in verse Like a preacher or a deacon when he's speaking in church Know there's a lesson that I'm teaching If you seeking my verse Like the shock of the hour be a grievous thing Like the dropping of them towers man its plain to see That them cowards can't sing the song believers sing They rather march and hold hands like ML King The nigga in me like Malcolm Little said 'All Means Necessary' So by all means I'm armed and my weapons ready I got my lessons ready Hoping I learn them before I'm laid to rest and buried Have mercy on me (Chorus - sung) Please have mercy on me Oh Lord, please have mercy on me Pressure bust pipes, pressure can also make a diamond Pressure can bust a man wrestling with his conscience His self-accusing spirit of his past (But I know Allah's mercy is greater than his wrath) So in that I not only pray for me I pray for he My dear brother Robert help him with his problems And the bumps and grinds And the evil things and thoughts that run through his mind Take a hand of my sister J. Blige As I listen to her life go down watching her life spin round On them records every track she singin prayer Give her "No More Drama" let her "Rainy Days" be clear Receiving signs from Osama that the days is near When babies is baby mommas, man them days is here And beings that them days is now I pray that Allah have mercy when my day come round (Chorus) (sung w/ ad libs) We need your mercy, I need your mercy For my soul, for my soul (all together) B-I-G, P-O, P-P-A P-A-C, Left Eye, JMJ... B-I-G, L, P-U-N Eazy-E, Aaliyah, R.I.P. (Chorus) |
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| 11. |
| 3:04 |
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(feat. Peedi Crakk)
(Peedi Crack) Uh Uh huh Uh Huh Uh I'll box your fuckin' head off Who gon' knock the kid off? None of y'all which one of y'all come try me I'll body little homeboy silence that sound boy Come challenge me please I promise you a homi' And I'm dipping in a bonnie' and I'm fresh out the county And I just taught my mami how to shoot a lil' tool So I hate for you to run up get one up in your stomach That's one less bullet from my hundred shot UZ' Put your finger in your gun shot wound Run to spittle and tell 'em P Crack not COOL He on that shit that 'ill make a dead man move Stop train, airplanes fall dawg you gon' LOSE I'm on my twist you on my list I bring the wop out of the spot it's on like shit That nigga crack back and imma pop off my blick That nigga Mack back you need to hop off our dicks (BRAATT) (Beanie Sigel) Fresh out the federal cases I got several About four or five just had to settle two They said I try to show a nigga what the metal do But didn't succeed the nigga still breath Attempt please I would of hit him in his peas With the Mac with the beam that got back in the breeze Only clap from the neck up I'd let the heck-lar plug 'em I don't think they made Kevlar scullys fuck it I should of let the AR touch him cuffed him To the bumper drug him two city blocks The juice in me and the henny shot Four perks' and a ?hitter ock? You shoot first if you get the drop Your deuce work if you hit the spot Lose the nurse some one get the doc' Remove his shirt his pressure drop Check his vital sign his hemorrhaging finish him FLATLINE (Hook - Beanie Sigel & Peedi Crack) Load it up roll up BLAT boy flat boy (flatline) Slow up all that rap 'ill get that boy clapped boy (flatline) Oh no here we go another (flatline) P crack B mack is back boy (flatline) Get him up outta here rrring yea (rring yea) Don't get plugged to that machine yea (machine yea) Hold up he losing air (flatline) Am I clear? (am I clear?) (Flatline) yea (flatline) (Beanie Sigel) B seig'll squeeze the eag' on you, P crack let the Mack rrring on you Paramedics breath over you Machines gotta breath for you Your faggot ass squad wouldn't bleed for you Get flatlined I'm the wrong one Short temper with a long gun My blick longer that a W.I.C. line Niggaz snitch when the law come You better run when the boy come (Peedi Crack) RRRRIING!! P crack'll test his aim on you B mack just bang on you Flesh just hang on you And I don't know what u been told But when my Mac unload I'm guaranteed to turn a nigga cold Got ten shots for the present and the top Risin' off Porsche eleven about seven stops Get back on this gat I throw it for my pop I'm not lying don't get your ass flatline (Hook) (FLATLINE SOUND UNTIL THE END) |
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| 12. |
| 4:20 |
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(Beanie Sigel
Court casin.. Third felony facin No probation My heart racin like a blunt lacin Hennessy and malt liquor chasin My gemstar scarrin niggaz faces For a pound of trey eight and.. I throw bullets like Dallas Troy Aikman The callous on my index stay achin Niggaz stay hatin Got me late night pacin I'm tight boot lacin Mask on like I'm Jason Shoot up shit like Larry Davis You play the pulpit like Pastor Mason Turn cheek like Martin Luther I'm like Oswald sharp-shootin Got my eyes on my mark in the dark shootin Beam illuminate the target movin Get your organs ruined Move out like SWAT move in Got them niggaz on the back-block rootin For the bad guy.. Playground legend like Sadait(?) P. Kirkland...My MP state workin Shootin-arm stay jerkin My Nextel stay chripin Can't answer cause the feds lurkin Its like we catchin cancer on purpose Back to back chain smoking, nicotine feinin Conversation with demons when I'm dreamin Manic-depressive Like the man upstairs tryin to pass me a lesson But I can't catch it The game under break the pressure They miss my presence (Chorus 2X: Sparks) We still not promised tomorrow Takin the bitter with the sweet up in these cold ass streets We got lifestyles through our scars We ride hard til our numbers get called The lifestyle of a hustler... (Sparks) I'm feelin like deaths in the air Got me back to back buckin my squares But I ain't bitchin I ain't scared I ain't budgin, in fact the thrill alone turns me on Got me smiling, laughin...Clutchin My toast and confrontin mother fuckers Cock-a-roaches will not catch me laughin Skinny and slim fram y'all get it the same Cool niggaz that'll spin out they waves Grimey niggaz that'll spin to they graves Justifyin my foul ways I got kids to raise But motherfuckers rather see me sprayed Than to see me pair (fucker) Or see me on the front page like Sig Or stay rolled DC with B. Sig You bitch niggaz stay PC when y'all see me Until the day that they Fit me in the grave and the city wreak of me We got the city under siege S-P or R-O-C Poverty is a movie starrin me Ride with no play the passenger seat So y'all can see how my life so real So y'all can see how my life so ill (I came to chill..) (Chorus) (Oschino) Tales of a hustler that's me in the flesh Got a Jag and a Caddy sellin dimes of the step Niggaz wanna take my block I had to earn my respect So I put his cerebellum on his grandma's steps You know Oschino he'll probly kill Got the soul of Huey Newton nigga Bobby Seale Nigga prolly take the stand he'll prolly squeal But I got four lawyers I ain't takin the deal (Nigga) We could strap without scrap or put the semi in it Gun fully loaded like the Chrysler with the hemmy in it I keep it ghetto like a 40 with the Henny in it Went to school broke loafers on no pennies in it Stood the coldest winter with the bummiest coat Need food need shoes sold dummies of soap Got tired of bein broke man life was a bitch They bring you flowers when you head but no soup while you sick So I switched my whole picture get involved with the bricks Not the ones made of semen but the ones who sniffs Tales of hustler, niggaz come for your jugular If you sell one bag to they mother fuckin customers State P we got the city on smash Got every boulevard every street every ave Got sneakers got clothes nigga you do the math Push to hustle but the point is just to stack that cash Tales of a hustler.... |
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| 13. |
| 4:03 |
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(feat. Rell)
(Bridge) If you could look at me now (Beanie Sigel) (Verse 1) My hair was knotty then Nose- snotty then sweats, no pockets then sweatin', no problems then facts? Off the potty then News? Watchin karate then... Muddas playin double dutch, she was hop-scotchin' then Me- Girl watchin' then Crooked little eye. (eye) hump-back, tryna hump that yes I (I) Couldn't play because I'm poo They thought I was mockin them Gramz- Said I was devilish Been knew I was rotten then School- Been dropped out, neva really clockin' in Popz- Been dropped out, Neva really stoppin' in... Momz- tryna lock me out Cops- Tryna lock me in Damn, Devilish one with Pellet-guns, Grew from, Sling-shotin' them, (uh) To sling-shootin' them Dice all day, Kept hook shot- Nice all day Right hook fight Nice all day Nigga left for a night To keep money Right all day Break a night all day (bridge) If you could look at me now (x2) (Beanie Sigel (background)) If you could look at me now Let me smoke with you young'in (Verse 2) Yo I was pop-lockin' -Then Card-board boxin -Then Me- I was up the center 3-D- lockin' in Strong-arm- Robbin then Started car- Poppin' in ME- Skinny toots, Telly boots, Marley Park and El Got in trouble with Passion Was from parkin them- Other Jacks, diffeferent sets Started sparkin him- I had the four-teen gauge, My nigga Larken then How it made front page, -He caught a spark from them He got gauged in his leg, Still was walkin' then 8-toss, shook it off Kept sparkin' them All heads aint help, -We had more heart then them We squashed that war, Got some wall, -Stayed apart from them Down in Iraq, they give me dap, I'm takin' pounds from clowns, You shake my hand like a grown man (grown man) Ya aint see it like Tony and old man, Mob-style ferreal, This is my life-style ferreal. (bridge) (Beanie Sigel (background)) If you could look at me now (Verse 3) ...Now its big buisnesses, You see them big bentley-skids You see them Bee's on those shiny-ass Rims of his, You can't find him in the woods, With his kids with his Mob cookin breakfast with no S.W.A.T. A good day this is. You could bull-shit with rap if you want, I pull the bull-shit to the back And put rap in front. Now I'm State-Prop flickin' it State-Prop stitchin' it. I'm paper soldier yall, Your boy gettin' rich I see a kids hair -knotty now.. They nose -snotty now So what I do, I try to turn they frown around I make 'em smile a day If only for a -while a day I give them dollar-day That's my ghetto -holliday I must say for myself I'm feelin proud today, My life is shaped Like I run about a mile a day I dedicate this to the one's that counted me out And looked at me down Just look at me now. (speaking) I know yall see me Look at me now man I'm killin this shit Sheed, check your boy out man Your boy got buisnesses man I done came up on my own nigga I'm a ceo nigga Clothing line... cartoons, movies, name it nigga Bullshit with rap if you want, ...I'm a big-boy-toy driver nigga with unlaced airforce 1's with no license- Holla at me nigga. Yall can't tell me shit, look at me now. |
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| 14. |
| 5:05 |
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(Beanie Sigel)
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us join us Keep heaters on us, with red lasers Now far warning, short shots won't graze ya We hug corners, play blocks like gators With bundles on, serve tre's like waiters It's the life we chose, the hustle Can't stop it, can't knock it Half the profit get flown out Vegas Me and my niggas tryna break tables Stack chips like Connect 4 While you pricks try and whip, tryna stretch more Charge less for, that ain't the program Get'cha lessons from the snowman Like Pillsburry I get the dough man I'll off ya head for a slice of bread I keep my word and I'm true to my peeps Gimme a bird and my crew 'gon eat I'm over the stove like +Cuban Linx+ Breakin down +Cash Money+ like +Baby+ do You niggas soft like baby food 'Round the world niggas pay me dues While you niggas sing the same old song like Sadies do (Jay-Z: same song) Grown man, nigga baby who? I send you shots from the baby zoo Old game like Grady fool, propane flow flame you dudes No names don't claim ya shoes Once again it's on nigga Sigel hard like corn liquor I take you out this world like you was born nigga Butt-naked, covered in blood, gaspin for air, clingin for dear life Nigga you dead right? (Jay-Z) Since you was a baby, coward We been sprinklin the world with baby powder +So Fresh and So Clean+ Been an +OutKast+ since I was a teen But I outlast, cause I outblast anybody you bring Young, you got it the prophet I told yall niggas then I showed yall niggas You +Can't Knock It+ Don't get carried away you a mute nigga (mute nigga) Where was you nigga? I was doin this here like Mary J. Like +Every Day+, It was true nigga (Beanie Sigel) They can't question what we do Jigga (Jay-Z) Once again it's on Young run through you niggas, like a glitch in the computer nigga I'm the shit I'mma sewer nigga, This is Jay everyday, no days off Ferris Bueler nigga (Beanie Sigel) B Sig Fred Kruger niggas, nightmare ya medulla nigga You scared? Cause I glue with Jigga He said "Sig' you that nigga" couldn't see his vision But then he drew the picture, like a compository sketch Said if Sig stay honest I'll deposit you a check It's a secret society, all we ask is trust No G-Money shit, all we gots is us (we all we got) True indeed, yes, more better, yes More chedder, S-P chain, jeans, and sweaters Movies, cartoons, labels, etcetera Fill in the blanks and drop blocks like Tetris or Get off the block run south with M. Betha From my block to your block shout out to M-Extra (Memphis Bleek: Who the fuck (fuck) want (want) what) None of you niggas It's B Sig prick I'm done with you niggas... Once again it's on Fuck we ain't through with niggas, twin towers here to ruin niggas You couldnt break up the towers with Tom Donivich Or Osama bombin' shit We slay niggas with 'K's, we the drama men Get it right young scrap don't even try it boy (boy) You rather slide down a razor blade slidin board I'm a livewire, hoolahoop barbwire Run through hell with gasoline draws on You can't mute me put the pause on My gun shoot like fast-foward's on You dress cute when the wars off What you doin dog you playin wit it You make ya bed right you layin in it You keep your share tight, you stayin in it You bringin niggas where ya kids sleep I sing to niggas while the kids sleep Roc-a-bye mothafucka I hope you high mothafucka Ready to die mothafucka Who shot ya? Seperate the weak from State Prop to Kids squash beef and rep the streets (Jay-Z) Once again it's on nigga, bring the drama to ya lawn nigga Tell ya momma bye bye get ready to mourn sista, it's a See what you got here is a full blown twista You nothin but hot air, it's not fair The reason while we lead the pack, this is a marathon You start off fast, then you wheezin in the back So even if I slack I got enough leeway to put out +The Reason+ by the +Mac+ Philadelphia Freeway and I'm back, without leavin and I'm here But you can't see him, I gave you +The Blueprint+ but you can't be him So no matter what you been told and the records you sold Deep inside you know that it's only one Hov Young veto, voice of the young people If my life was a movie then +Sigel+ 'gon be the sequel We bring it to ya door with Bleek peekin through ya peekhole And don't get scared nigga, alert ya people (Beanie Sigel) Once again it's on |
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| 15. |
| 4:28 |
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Excuse me, ma'am can you help me
I need to place an ad with you today No ma'am tomorrow may be too late I'd like to have it started right away What's that, no this is personal I'm not buying or selling anything Yes ma'am, I know just what to say I wrote it down, this is how it should read Wanted one good hearted woman To forgive imperfection in the man that she loved Wanted just one chance to tell her How much he still loves her He can't be sorry enough What's that, no that's all I want to say I just hope these few lines will get to her Yes ma'am, she means everything I hope she comes back when she reads these words |
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