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1. |
| 4:09 | ||||
I speak the truth
Truth, nothin but the truth Y'all know what I bring to the game I speak the truth The truth, nothing but the truth (Beanie Mac) I hope you got an extra mic and a fire proof booth Cuz you know I'm known to metal wire too You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze I melt down cracks that's real to save Hit the studio, jars of dro, bars to blow B. Sigel with that arsenic flow Fuck that, don't hold me back I roll with crack, y'all cats told Mac to rap Y'all don't realize y'all released the beast untame Speech all flame, streets y'all blame It should be an honor for y'all to speak my name I could go before your honor sit and peep my game Gotta laugh, y'all acted like it spit it the same Why you motherfuckers can't get in the game I come from high school, and go straight to the league Who you know who can spit at the Sig CHORUS 2X Nigga the truth, every time I step in the booth I speak the truth, y'all know what I'm bringing to you I bring the truth, you motherfuckers know who I be I be the truth, what I speak shall set you free Nigga the truth (Beanie Mac) Aint nothin changed with Sig I'm still stuck in the kitchen So what I'm signed, that's fine still stuck in position You motherfuckers know me well, couple court cases from jail Couple 4-4 shells from hell Stuck on this mission, go home, my girl fussin and bitchin Motherfucker won't you change your life, I'm thinkin Motherfucker won't I change my wife Ignorant bastard laughin like fuck the rap shit It's just another hustle, another way for niggas to touch you Now they know the face of Beans Now they, see my face on screens and I aint even chase this dream I feel sorry for those who did Y'all niggas can't stop the boar, whether rock or raw I'm slingin coke in a rock valor You niggas know what block I'm on, glock in palm You wanna get shot, karate chopped or stabbed this song Motherfucker CHORUS (Beanie Mac) Black Friday management, and Roc's the label And I still hit you niggas with shots that's fatal That bullshit vest can't save you I had a doc open you up from chest to navel See my face on cable, and have flashbacks of that cold ass table And them hoes I gave you I'm that nigga that'll come and pour salt in your wound At the hospital, while the cops guardin your room You gotta see what I've seen, look where I've looked Touch what I've reached, and take what I've took You gotta go where I've gone, walked where I've walked To get where I'm at to speak what I've talked You gotta lay where I've laid, stay where I've stayed Play where I've played to make what I've made You gotta move what I've moved, use what I used Use tools how I use, use fools how I use CHORUS |
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2. |
| 4:14 | ||||
What up Sigel?
Huh? Yeah Smash , scrape, scrape.... you know the game baby CHORUS 2X: Beanie Mac and Memphis Who the fuck want what Me and Bleek charmed up , with your town under siege Diligent in the sleeve Who the fuck want what Me and Beans charmed up , got you niggas arms up My squad be armed up (Memphis Bleek) This one's for the dogs with the 4-4 long You niggas bust shots but you throw yours wrong (yeah) Peep game , niggas leaves stain when it rain Damped and wont dry we thugs we won't cry (Beanie Mac) Ayo you know how we play dog , smash and scrape Pull them real tools out they won't blast them eights Trust me they start tellin who blast the weight Bleek a three time felon I'ma basket case (MB) You bout ta witness a dynasty like no other Who flow like Bleek , think , no other Who rhyme like Sigel , dog , no other It's Roc-a-Fella twin desert eagle no other (BM) Ayo we outshinin niggas , two of the finest niggas Got niggas like damn where'd Jay find them niggas Rock blocked diamonds niggas , that'll blind you niggas You know it's Cru Love , just thought we'd remind you niggas Who the fuck want what Who the fuck want what Who the fuck want what Who the fuck want what Who the fuck want what Who want what Who the fuck want what Beans and Bleek , Roc baby , don't stop (MB) Ayo I ride with the top down , high with the glock now War it don't stop now , Memph man hot now Niggas didn't want that I'm still where you pump at B. Sigel , M. Bleek , niggas can't front that (BM) Ayo nigga who want that , not a soul First week, no video , went gold Bases loaded , now I'm up to bat Witness the truth , niggas can't fuck with that (MB) Fuck those who disagree like these streets aint mine Like the Roc don't mean somethin , glock won't lean somethin (BM) Ayo like I won't pop up in fifty shot machine somethin Hit you from a half a block , infrared beam somethin Niggas don't want it with Mac , trust me Niggas wanna chill , roll up , and get blunted with Mac (MB) A then we swerve out , blowin herb out , you heard 'bout My 'bout it squad , niggas get rowdy and rob CHORUS (MB) Ayo you heard the title nigga , who the fuck want what My bullets you get em free who the fuck want one (BM) Ayo I still throw 4, 5, 6 , upset rookies Set up shop on Flushin , who you can't touch him (MB) I'm still on two birds , two blunts , too hurt Two of the biggets guns put two in your shirt (BM) You can still get two to your chest I'll show what a thug about and let them slugs spit out (MB) I'm that same cat all black crack in my palm Hop off the B. Franklin with gat in my palm (BM) Yo I still spit a thousand bars , still roam the resevoir with dogs I still wire your jaw (MB) And yeah I smoke weed , I don't give a you know Pop up on your block and hit it up in the Hugo (BM) To the streets all over , we spot you niggas Put your feet up Hova , we got you nigga CHORUS |
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3. |
| 3:37 | ||||
4. |
| 4:10 | ||||
This shit is not a f**kin game
Chorus 2X Pac man, y'all niggas know my name It'll take a quarter key to survive in my game They call me Pac man, and ain't a damn thing change Even though I got signed I'ma still slang thangs Verse 1 Ay yo I cop power pellets (and y'all call 'em bricks) I make little dots (and y'all chop rocks to flip) Before junior, they had me out on a chase Running from these ghost monsters y'all calling the jakes All I do is stack loot Run around and eat fruit And harass these lady cops named Pinky and Sue My whole life been a maze in a chase Can't keep still without these monsters on my back invadin my space I got two hitmen that'll bury U brothers They rule the underworld U know'em as the Mario brothers Straight cannons And won't hesitate to shoot U And they stay goin to war wit that latin King Koopa I got a worker named Frogger When I say jump he leap A highway boy who be runin the streets Wit that package Dodgin through traffic that's narrow And my nigga Donkey Kong bringin weed in by the barrels Chorus 2X Verse 2 (Missing Verse) I take over blocks section by section Shake under cover cops and make 'em change direction They best bet is to relax and chill Sonic couldn't catch me I'm good at track and field I might run up in your spot When I'm runnin' from the cops Sling work a Dime a dot A hundred a rock I give out cooked Yeah But I only get raw And I keep a nice stash in case I have a Pitfall I got a worker named turtle that be movin my snow He bring strait dough He just move it too slow I don't f**k with them crabs I had to blast those boys I caught them breakin down my rocks like asteroids Met ms. pac told she could go on a mission But first she got to let me put in pole position I wish I woulda knew then what I now know sooner Cause 10 towns later here come pac Jr. Chorus 2X Verse 3 I got drugs for every race, color, and creed I sling mushrooms to white boys in club Centipede Donkey Kong was gettin money from slinging weed I don't know why he wanna start a pie factory We can be partners That's murda, us connecting Wit the right blow And Burger Time doing the cheffin We can get doe Can't let the cops catch us And if it move slow (still stack blocks like tetris) Whoever don't wanna get down, they stupid Not the one to jump around these blocks like Q-bit Ain't nobody out there making no noise Wit they own route but that nigga Paper Boy We can take his stuff He ain't tough he a nut He always letting Dig Dug pump em up I pull a plug on 'em niggas if they don't wanna set it Game over niggas, I'll see you next credit Chorus 2X |
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5. |
| 3:26 | ||||
(feat. Amil and Jay-Z)
CHORUS: If you a playa , get it now like a playa Get it down like a playa , spit a round like a playa If you a playa , roll an ounce like a playa Get an ounce like a playa , bounce like a playa If you a playa , get it now like a playa Get it down like a playa , spit a round like a playa If you a playa , get an ounce playa , bounce , playa Bounce , bounce , bounce (Beanie Mac) When I step in the club , bitches know my name I don't do alotta talkin bitches know my game Don't gotta buy alotta drinks bitches know my aim Y'all get them whores drunk just to get some brain When the Roc in the place , they go bezerk We make em bounce till they motherfuckin shoulders hurt Bitches lift up skirts , take off shirts Fine babysitters take off work Lose they jobs, panties , shoes and bras Niggas mad at us cuz they lose they wives I don't step up in the club without a weapon in the club Cuz niggas get drunk and kick crap up in the club That's why my tool be cocked , niggas mad cuz my shoes be blocked And my jewels be rocked If you a playa , you wouldn't be in my pocket If you a playa , you like it , you see it , you cop it CHORUS (AMIL) If you a playa , you got the three basic niggas Your trick your lick and your dick niggas The object never fall in love wit em Run to the malls and the clubs for them If you a playa , then you choose em like a playa Use em like a playa ,then you lose em like a playa I bet I'll still be they favorite bitch Some bought me ice , some paid for whips C'mon you know the rules in this playa shit Aint no such thing as a relationship If you a playa , get it now like a playa , get it down like a playa Spit a round like a playa If you a playa , roll an ounce like a playa , get an ounce like a playa , bounce like a playa If you a playa , bounce , bounce like a playa nigga, bounce , bounce CHORUS (Jay-Z) Jiggaman ya heard? If you a playa , will you pull up to the curb Niggas chicks fly the coupe when you pull up to them birds Why the fuck would you bring her When the rocks on that man got his whole hand lookin like ET's finger If you a playa , keep your cars with the year (year) Your watch game tight (tight) your hustle over there (uh-huh) Your house outta sight , your enemies close And your family tight and never try to make a ho your housewife CHORUS |
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6. |
| 4:02 | ||||
You cannot be me
(ha ha) Deke what I tell you! What I tell you! Look at they face now! You cats cannot be me it's only one me Look at they face now! Stupid! All of them! I'm not the second nobody , it's one me I told you it was gon happen! You can be that way if you want , it's me Now look at they face! Look at them crawlin on they knees! Sigel (Beanie Mac) Why niggas can't never just play they part Gotta be the first ones that say they talk Say they shared , first ones to say they did Can't never be they self gotta play that kid You know the same young buck you let touch the coke And now that he come up he wanna cut your throat And you gave from the block , put em to your neck Now he givin you a glock puttin it to your neck You know that same bitch said don't fuck with him That nigga no good aint no trust in him Two days later see her in a truck with him Two years later now that bitch stuck with twins That nigga been broke why now she fuck his friends Got a lap dance in bars and touch them ends Time uncovered a veil over people's plots And the dumb shit they do to get on top CHORUS: Nafeisa and Beanie Mac Everybody wants to be a star Everybody wanna be a star , don't wanna be who they are Everybody wants to be a star Every bitch wanna hop in your car , every hater wanna give you scars (Beanie Mac) Man every fucking day , these no flow niggas Always in my face , with they promo niggas I thought I told y'all , I don't know Jigga I'm not Beanie Sigel , and I don't flow neither What happened to your keys and dreams of being cracklords Now it's Trinities , MP's and trackboards I switched my hustle to get this cream Now everybody and they mom wanna SPIT 16 I got niggas wastin they change to get in this game Like shit gon change when they get in this game You think it's just rhymes and beats Man this shit's stress time and heat , deadlines to meet Everybody wanna come cry to me , come spit they little lines to me You shouldn't of lied to me , naw dog you can't rhyme wit me Like you tied to me , like I don't see what you tryin na be CHORUS (addition) Stop tryin na be a star, be who you are Maybe you will go a little far (Beanie Mac) Man I aint gon lie I thought all the glitz was gold And like Jay (I watched the truth unfold) And now that I got a little time in with this rhymin I found out everything that shine aint a diamond Everything that come in a jar aint dro Aint no use you spittin them bars you can't flow Aint no use you gettin that R if it don't glow And aint no use you gettin a car if you can't go Get out the streets , haters will draw you back Like an automatic weapon that'll pull you back Load somethin in the brain just to see you snap I try to maintain but I see they trap See they plot , you can see me not You can be me not , niggas wanna see me bopped , see me locked See me in the block , send me shots , do anything to be on top CHORUS |
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7. |
| 3:55 | ||||
(Beanie)
Yeah, uh it's all good now It's all good now We out the hood now It's all good now We out the hood now We out the hood now It's all good now We out the hood now It's all good now, NU Who thought we'd see the day when we'd put our feet up Lay back, exhale, put the heat up No stress, no scale, no jail could keep us Only case we catching now would be a misdemeanor Remember we used to hustle thinking life would cheat us Not knowing if we struggled life would treat us Think on how mommy carried us Where life gon lead us? Knowing if we getting married Our wife will need us If at one time you could look into my mind When I close my eyes and remember them times No gas, had a hot plate heat our dinners No cash, most nights ate sleep for dinner Welfare and white landlord, that life ain't easy The only ones moving up was George and Weezy All my sugar water babies who live in autos, it's crazy Keep it in the dark, I'mma speak it from the heart (Eve) Remember dem days Livin' all days in doubt Remember dem days Thinking there's no way out Remember dem days Not knowing which way to route It's all good now We out the hood now Remember dem days All of us under the covers Remember dem days Heating up the house with the oven Remember dem days Thinking that life ain't love us, come on It's all good now We out the hood now (Beanie) Remember kids who run the block You never thought they would get harmed Only time our block got wet was when the sprinklers were on Think about that time dawg that wasn't long Now that we got kids think when we was born Coming up in my hood was hard Every day my mom cooked with lard Fucked up I couldn't feed myself Living life no means of wealth Eating shit I can't believe myself That's not a joke Man I was dealt these cards and I played dem out Yeah the road was rough but I made a route Now picture running extension cords from your neighbor's house To get lights, fuck Max on the latest routes Used to close my eyes try to fade it out Dumb niggas in the hood think I made it out Man that showed me just where they mental at And tell me half of these cats ain't been through jack (Eve) Remember dem days Livin' all days in doubt Remember dem days Thinking there's no way out Remember dem days Not knowing which way to route It's all good now We out the hood now Remember dem days All of us under the covers Remember dem days Heating up the house with the oven Remember dem days Thinking that life ain't love us, come on It's all good now We out the hood now (Beanie) Yo every day I think Deke and Rola >From introducing me to Dame and Hovah Ever since that day I met Jay Man I knew my pain was over They let me in this game it's over Mom I know I put you through hell But now I'm gonna order you heaven No more temporary layoffs like Florida Evans Ain't no good times about dat there Your boy rhyme now, it's fine now We out dat there Fuck that Access car I'mma work extra hard To turn that into a platinum express car You can have sweet dreams at night Your boy ain't out there with dem toys and them pings at night All dem cracks and the gats left that life alone It's the tracks and the raps and the microphone Wish y'all would fuck that up now Shit it's all good now We out the hood now (Eve) Remember dem days Livin' all days in doubt Remember dem days Thinking there's no way out Remember dem days Not knowing which way to route It's all good now We out the hood now Remember dem days All of us under the covers Remember dem days Heating up the house with the oven Remember dem days Thinking that life ain't love us, come on It's all good now We out the hood now |
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8. |
| 3:27 | ||||
9. |
| 5:05 | ||||
(Scarface)
Beanie Whats up Baby (Beanie) Whats Happening (Face) Sigel (Scarface) What ' bout to get off baby We fittin' to get off (Beanie) Ay yo what we goin to do on this shit man (Scarface) Lets wreck this motherfucker baby whats happenin' What You want to do nigga? (Beanie) I.. I wanna.. I Wanna Smash it (Smash) Back and forth Back and forth (Scarface) Lets do it What you Wanna hear? (Beanie) I wanna hear some of that ol' that ol' Dear Diary (Dear Diary) Mr.... Mr. Scarface Some of that old shit (Scarface) You ready (Beanie) Yeah I'm ready (Beanie) I locks and load Cock and spray Hit you niggas from a block away SK to the Stockaway Cause I know how to hold that shit Empty the can with one hand and reload that shit (Scarface) Give 'em the full clip These niggas is bullshit Been talkin' big six but scared as fuck when I pulled it Now eat this motherfuckin' bullet These niggas got some pussy in 'em See I got them pissin in they denim (Beanie) Man you fuckin with a stash raper Duct taper Fuck you police and fuck neighbors Move to smooth don't duck or try to shake us 2P89 ruge so don't tuck paper (Scarface) You heard what the man said Bitch now un ask it I got to have it When hitin' licks I'm a savage You hoes is plastic I got a semi automatic pointed at your ass Slowin me down gets you blasted (Beanie) For your chunk I'll trunk your folks It aint shit for mac to grip the gat and put the pump to work Call your bluff run in your spot with a detective suit Got you cuffed bout to show you what this tech will do (Scarface) You must of thought that we was friendly when we told you we was rappers We Jackers We want the money Thats what we after We want the package Under the god damn mattress And if the brain splatters don't matter Thats what we practice (Beanie) Blast the rocket Knock off your leg Tear through your forearm Sit you in a chair make your niggas call you short arm Pelets in your hand You'll never put shorts on Aint shit fair when you got to get your war on (Scarface) So why don't you come out and play Make my mother fuckin' day Y'all niggas cotton Potatoes like augrotten We niggas plottin' To hit your stash and leave you rotten (Beanie) I done bust slugs from all types of shit I have your ass plugged up to all types of shit And I show you dog how your life can get And every thing all real fuck what you might can get (Scarface) Cause nothin needs to be said something needs to be done B give me a ciggarette I think I need one Cause in bout 15 seconds I'm a set the motherfuckin' alarm off And shoot this motherfuckers arm off (Beanie) You niggas better smartin up Act like mac won't come through and spark shit up Where the fuck you get heart from Little bitch ass nigga started commin' out the fuckin dark from (Scarface) I done told you I'm the only nigga pushin' weight And for another nigga to try to take my place is in the wake It's time I retaliate I'll make you mother fuckers pay Now point me to the motherfuckin' yay (Beanie) You lookin at a sick bastard This stick up shit I got it mastered Glove and ski mask it Any body move a lick gettin' blasted When I'm in the crib for yoour shit and a thick plastic (Scarface) I got this duck tape stuck in my pocket for one reason You can stop screamin' stop squermin' or stop breathin' Cause I didn't come here to stay or play your babysitter I came here to split your mother fuckin wig nigga (Beanie) If your block gettin money nigga I want in Run it in Before I run in Your spot 200 glocks and 100 men Droppin' More shells than run and 'em (Scarface) Actin Bad Smash a nigga stash and mash Snatch the bag Bust him in his ass and dash Un cock the mag Kill him I don't need no mask We Identify each other nigga Mac and Brad (Beanie) Who you know but Mac and Brad Come through all black no mask and crash your pad 8 clips 4 hammers desert eagle the place Nobody but Sigel and Face You Feel that (Spoken) Yeah nigga thats what I'm talkin about I know you not tired (Scarface) I'm Through I'm tired and I'm out this motherfucker (Beanie) Yo I spit so real so my boys can eat You got the nerve to have a deal and just noise on beats Little suburb nigga never saw the streets Silver spoon ass nigga never drawed your heat I keep it the truth whats all the fakin' for God dam every week I got to break a jaw And you wonder why I smack up niggas Shit it's either that or Macs gonna clap up niggas What ya'll want me to do hunh soften up so my raps can start to soften up Shit never that Dog forever my baretta cat Hittin' niggas in they fitted cap where the letters at I told ya'll that the truth in here Recognize hottest thing in a booth in here The Gooch in here Ay yo it's over in here God damn somebody bring me some juice in here (Scarface) I used to be a drug dealer Hangin in the cut sellin' dime rocks Gettin' cash to eat with Punchin' a time clock In the ghetto makin' small change Slingin' till the sun up Got to pay my phone bill focusing on the come up Got 6 shots numbers strait Crank bout 38 Big boys trippin' on me tryin' to nigga hate This 17 year old Tony Montana type Aint never did the killin' but still I'm lovin the drama right Undercovers pass by thinkin I don't know the truth Makin niggas these offers they know these niggas can't refuse (Fade To end) |
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10. |
| 3:59 | ||||
Yo Beanie Mac rap guerrilla
I'm out for the skrilla Face it ain't no replacement for this killa Keep your hands where I can see em Don't make me nervous This 4-4 auto mat U don't deserve this shit Kids either don't make me make u a believa I do a lotta talkin I speak wit the heater I'll run up in your crib put some in your wig Your baby's cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib And I want everything not just some of the shit Got niggas comin home at night like you son of bitch Nigga done took me off yeah you shook and soft You can't blink around no crook One look you lost Niggas'll find your bitch to find your bricks See if you love your bitch or you love your chips 4-4 snub shit sendin slugs to the whip Beanie Sigel desert eagle I love this thug shit Yo what you really know what a thug about Locked up in the bing no grub about On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about Tell me what you really know what a thug about Yo what you really know what a thug about Locked up in the bing no grub about On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about Tell me what you really know what a thug about A true thugs speads his game linked up in bubble While niggas stay in one lane like the lincoln tunnel I refuse to limit my game to one hustle I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle I know how to play cee-lo set it off like cleo Ain't no tellin first union or mellan First nigga that move put two up in his melon From the 9-2 emberetem parabellum And I run through cats I'm a true gun cat One nickel One black Who want that I done schooled my youngins Gave tools to my youngins Broke food wit my youngins Broke rules wit my youngins Spark my way outta shit and had bad run in's Talked my way outta shit and near death come in Real thugs do what they want say what they feel They never front they keep it real Yo what you really know what a thug about Locked up in the bing no grub about On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about Tell me what you really know what a thug about Yo what you really know what a thug about Locked up in the bing no grub about On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about Tell me what you really know what a thug about Niggas claim to be thugs you real fuckin suckas Quick ass runnin good fuckin duckas Obey the rules when my glock unloads Cause when I start firin stop drop and roll Duck behind cars hide behind poles Know I live by the code anything goes Real thugs stand up straight they never fold And they don't know shit if anything ever blows Thugs don't wanna talk shit out They wanna spark shit out Till the cops come an chalk shit out Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holsta Face off like Cage and Travolta If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya Talk behind their back a thug gonna approach ya Right amount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta |
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11. |
| 4:34 | ||||
C'mon let's try this Guru..
(Beanie Sigel) When I was five years old, I realized it was a road But at the end, I ain't seen lots of pots of gold I seen a long cell block, the box, the hold Six hundred fenced in - some innocent, some rotten souls Some men with men - stop it, whoa I ain't runnin up in shit but a broad on her back Tryin to cop a small hammer, move out like +Shawshank+ with +Redemptions+, I got my mind on revenges They tryin to kill me at the same time keep me alive I'm movin out like Adebisi on +Oz+ With my skully on tilt, two whacks in my palm Posted up in the yard, everyday I think of pokin the guard Throw a crack a nigga turnin me in Tryin to crack a nigga turnin me thin Food soakin in lard, news fools get opened in cards with (??), in this prison life, what you livin like? (Chorus) Can you tell me what you live like? Can you tell me what that bed like, what's that cell like? What's livin in hell like? Tell me do you eat right? Do you even sleep right? Yo, tell me what your life like Tell me do you sleep nights, tell me what that life like? Gettin no kites like, no flicks like Make you wanna quit life (Beanie Sigel) Them four letters is a motherfucker That's forever like a motherfucker Without a letter from a motherfucker? It ain't even bout the cheddar from a motherfucker Write a kite, some flicks from a motherfucker Some drawers, some socks, some kicks from a motherfucker I can't believe I'm doin this bid for you motherfuckers I'm down for another joker case I was dealt this hand, and I'ma play it with my poker face On the block ready to POKE a face I got an L goin around with a smokin case? You steal the deoderant out of CVS, you locked for retail theft I got it body half a block stolen DT vest My rap sheet read three D abreast Dangerous, duct tape daughters I take to the street, like a duck take to water Get your duck game in order My bust game in order, I fluffs 'caine with water (Chorus) (Beanie Sigel) That's fucked up, you bout to take your longest trip and can't do shit, but suck it up, be strong and shit Handcuffed, ankle to wrist, in back of the bus Flashbacks of you back in the world Can't fuck now you thinkin bout who in back of your girl Got her ass up (kill this bitch) playin your crib Thinkin bout who raisin your kids Shit was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your crib 6:30 in the morning, they kick your door in Feds pour in, snatch you out your bed while you snorin You unaware of what's goin on and Come to find out, clients you had for years, turned to foreman Told the law about the drops you make How your clientele first started to escalate Givin him keys to your crib, was your next mistake At that dinner table, breakin out that extra plate You can't turn a career addict off his coke habit Put him on post with the toast that promote static Back to the operation, they got you locked at the station Fuck your back time, you worryin about what you facin Heart racin, situation gettin scary Old clients are showin up, at the preliminary D.A. tryin to bury a nigga to Neveruary, 31st God damn, that gotta hurt |
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12. |
| 4:15 | ||||
Ayo
Feel this shit right here All my block niggas , gimme a second dogs I got us I swear to God Feel this shit right here (Beanie Mac) Ayo , from Boyz II Men to the End of the Road Yo we boys to the end never been in the cold You got me , I got you till our souls grow old He shot you , he shot me , how we supposed to roll I take a shot for my nigga gimme two to the ribs Run a spot for my nigga , while you doin your bid Fuck a step pop these c's gonna know who you is I get it through to your wiz that it's due to the kids For my dog , I swear to God I'll sit in a box Gimme three hots and a cot before I snitch to the cops Six foot ditch pam box covered with rocks Tombstone ready die for the love of his block Know what I want in my life I want for my brother Know what I want for my wife I want for my mother It aint a question on what I would do for my squad Ask yourself if you really true to your squad CHORUS 2X I'ma ride with my niggas Die with my niggas Get high with my niggas Flip pies with my niggas Till my body get hard , soul touch the sky Till my number get called and God shut my eyes (Beanie Mac) We gon ride 95 till it aint no gas Flip and divide ties till it aint no cash And till the computers crash , and the dough all plastic Everything in our path , go through and smash it Put our niggas over bitches , niggas over riches Niggas over drugs for my niggas I get slugs I know my niggas thugs for my niggas I shed blood My niggas y'all don't owe me shit , just show me love I'ma get us out these streets , help our family eat Move us out the hoods, put us in the Woods Gimme just a second my flow aint yet perfected But damn when it is , shit then when it is I speak the truth don't take this here as no song Till I'm gray at the roots and my beard grow long It's me and you ride or die let's weather the storm Take on the world playboy whatever it's on CHORUS 2X (Beanie Mac) I took bread with my niggas , spot rushed for funds Took lead with my niggas , and we bust our guns I shook feds with my niggas , knew where to duck and run Aint care , where and when and who the fuck would come We knew we'd ride till the day we die , till the day I fry Told y'all till I touch the sky We gon roll , gon flip , touch them pies Know if I got the six you can touch the five For my true block niggas I'ma spark for them I get shot a million times lay in chalk for them Gimme that 5 by 8 where it's dark and grim I give anything to see my dog walk again You can trust me with your wife , trust me with your kids Trust me with your life , trust me where you live Nobody know but me , you , and God Your seed , your girl , mom and my word is my bond CHORUS 6X TO END |
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13. |
| 3:09 | ||||
(Chorus)
We chapters of the same book, just a different page Niggas in the struggle all out ta get paid Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave We chapters of the same book, just a different page Niggas in the struggle all out ta get paid Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave (Beanie Sigel) When you live by the sword, you die by the sword I'll probablly die in the vocal booth spittin' out raw Die on stage, rippin' down tours Die from age, trickin' out-a-town whores Die cuz I didn't have one in the pipe Might go out like Raymond, went out on his bike And die on a death mission, two tec's spittin' No vest section from my chest missin' Die cuz the jewels in my necklace glisten In a V twizzy in a wreckless collision Or die in the streets over somethin' petty Cuz a broke ass nigga tryed ta say I assed bet 'em Die from a shot from a cig war glock >From a kid on the block while sittin' in the drop Or die cuz I was on, ain't see 'em comin' Too late, eight shots got my body nummin' Die for fuckin' his bitch in his bed Die cuz a nigga thought I snitched ta the feds Die wit a knife six inches in my head I could die on death row, sentenced to the chair Or die cuz a nigga pulled his Rosco out quicker I was high off vodka, hydro, and malt liquor Die cuz I knew I shoulda laid that man Die cuz the cops tricked me ta say that man Die cuz I hesitated ta spray that man Die cuz I hesitated ta pay that man Die cuz my man passed me a empty tool Die cuz I panicked, I couldn't keep my cool Die cuz I mixed all them pills wit Hennessy Or die cuz them niggas in jail, envyed me Die tryin' ta steal the fate of my enemy I could go out from a case of mistaken identity Or die cuz the door wasn't open, it was locked Die cuz the 4 was broken, it wouldn't cock Die cuz a nigga wasn't focused on the block Die cuz them niggas thought tha coke was in the spot Die cuz another nigga said I said somethin' Die cuz that newsy bitch said I did somethin' Die cuz a nigga was tryin' ta get a name Or die cuz it was just my time ta feel the flame Might get sparked, might not feel no pain or Might go out like dark-skinned Jermaine Take a couple shots ta the heart, or ta the brain Got all the dough, don't know the cost of the game Young buck didn't wanna come off the chain Couldn't handle the rock, got horsed in the game I could catch a bad break like Big or Pac I'd rather go out in the masjid makin' salott (Chorus) We chapters of the same book, just a different page Niggas of the struggle all out ta get paid Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid Avoid the cage, but you can't avoid the grave We chapters of the same book, just a different page Niggas of the struggle all out ta get paid Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid Avoid the cage, but you can't avoid the grave |
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| 4:46 | ||||
I'll do a bid lose a rib bust a cap trust in that run up in heaven doors to
Trade my life in for yours leave a steak up out the door me costa sue costa Just remmeber to turn the lights on in the hall my brother from another pop Minus one shot we runing with g money man we all we got from the coop to the Stoop the big dudes stoping us from playing hoops in us getting mad throwing Rocks off the roof straight thuggin man thought we would never progress but Look at us now man shit we young excets my nigga big my nigga dam my nigga godi We keep body for what's ever rigth for the world no matter how pretty she is you Never liking my girl thats how we run when you ain't around I spank your son Give him a nine if you do die I keep him like mine God forbid you keep this in Mind my nigga |