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from Beanie Sigel - The Reason (2001)
You know my name, bitch
Uhh.. yeah.. hold up The streets gave me heat, and the Eagle was the thing that they gave me It's the rap guerilla that still clap.. fucka Yeah, guess who's back? Mack, bitch - I move blocks and pounds I move out with small blocks from towns Move out with small glocks and pounds (uh-huh) And I take everything to the table bag and rock it down Fuck who watchin now; the neighbors, they in pocket now Fuck you haters cop some pocket now When it come to coke you cant outwit me, mine cheap Bout to take over the city of Philly like John Street Nigga ask all y'all fiends, they call me Chef Boyar-Beans Beanie Crocker, cook coke proper Right amount of flour siffin it up Coke spots runnin by the hour shiftin it up Graveyard shifts, move packs in bundles Braveheart kids, use gats don't rumble Gorilla niggaz goin ape in this concrete jungle Banana clips'll make them monkeys humble *BEANIEEEEEEEE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIEEEEEEEE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIEEE, BEANIEEE - Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIEEEEEEEE! Yeah, but guess who back It's Mack, bitch - uh-huh, back in the mix or the scuffle I'm in the hood with them chips like Ruffles Boxman, Frito Lay, for that free dough boxin You will lay, nigga I'm not playin Listen, whether I make cash or take cash I'm in the hood eatin with my dog like when we break-fast B's on the hood and the wheel and the brake pad Sheeit when I skate past, bitches shake ass I sit four-thirty deep in wheels You bout, four-thirty cheap in wheels - small Benz Look at your small rims, small wheel, small grill Big Beans, sittin in Bentley my heart peels Zero to sixty so quickly how you want it? You can have it Drop top, stick shift, automatic Back wheels still smokin 64 still rolling, 3 wheel motion, it's ferocious *Repeat Mack, aiyyo On the low doe (shh!) the whole city is mine I'm trying to flood the whole city with dimes (yeah) I'm in the kitchen yeah, with that vision wear Get them digits clear you can come and get them pigeons here Niggaz talk about the crack game slowed up, BULLSHIT You switch to hustle when the rap game showed up (uh-huh) While you wastin your time spittin the rhymes I'm gettin mine spittin them rhymes, but still pitchin them dimes And the spot still sick with da grime Glock 26 nigga but I'm sicker than nine I'm live with the pound, small silencer calmin the sound Stick with the seven, strickly smith with the seven (shit) When I drop back and cock back And pop that, I'm poppin for keeps - I'm not gettin stopped in the streets Imagine that a nigga tryin to rock Mack Only nigga did it was Jay and he did it when I signed the contract *Repeat (x2) |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Reason (2001)
Ayo! Light that shit the fuck up man!
Y'all niggas get ready to get high! What we doin in here y'all, huh? Everybody partyin, smokin, bullshittin Drinkin, c'mon *This for my niggas on the east coast rollin Tinted up Suburban, in the streets swervin All my niggas in the street wit caine Muh'fucka which street you claim? Put your glock up This is for my niggas on the west coast bouncin Six-four rollin, three wheel motion All my dogs on the block just loc'n Nigga put your rag up, playa put your flag up B Mack in the mix again, I'm startin shit again I'm in the club with the fifth again West coast niggas sippin gin East coast niggas Belvedere, cranberry nigga mix it in I'm in the back where it's dark as hell Shit you know me, VIP, nigga spark the L And I come to roll a ounce or more, bounce wit whores Shit all my niggas strapped what all the bouncers for Whether deuce or Sig on Crenshaw Ave I'ma, get them bitches, get that cash I'ma, hit them switches, lift them spokes I'ma, push that chicken, get that coke I'ma, rock them dickies, Air Force Ones Til the, feds come get me air out guns From the, P H I LL Y, to the, L B C to C P T, uh *Repeat I'm on the block til the pack get sold Don't pack just roll Hit L.A. like Shaq and Kob' Nigga please, got trees Aculpulco gold Got connects with the heat got the gats on hold All my niggas vatos locos holmes ese's SA's with SK's a fuck if the cops come holmes That's right fuck coppers holmes We bust choppers holmes We on the block sent them choppers on Twenty niggas wit they khaki's creased That'll clap police, that sling crack on the back of streets Or twenty niggas on the back of blocks That sling caps and rocks, who won't hesitate to clap the cops Whether I, push the truck to pick up clucks To get they feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off From pickin up bitches, hittin switches St Ives to Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo *Repeat All my playas who rock tan trees and chuck tails Say fuck they PD's and duck jail Rock wife beaters with the plaided shirts Only top button buttoned, ready to buck somethin You fuckin wit a gangsta rookie Don't gangsta lookie Shoot up your feet make you gangsta boogie Shoot up your jeep if you gangsta look me What you think this sweet? What you eat, nigga gangsta cookies? Call state to the Staples Center The four quake'll put staples in ya Nigga zip up your stomach Rip up your younguns, make you pay to get 'em That's how we play to get 'em, never pay for pigeons Whether I, push the truck to pick up clucks To get they feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off From pickin up bitches, hittin switches St Ives and Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo *Repeat (x2) Yeah, [I make 'em walk] Beanie Sigel and that nigga Daz Dillinger [and Kurupt] Dogg Pound Roc La Familia [Dogg Pound] For life, do it like that, put your hands up! Make them switches bounce nigga California put your hands up nigga Jump over the moon, I wanna hear the gate start to twitchin nigga Don't play no games fool And walk on 'em, yeah, and walk on 'em Uh, and make 'em walk, yeah, my nigga Beans... Bouncin, bouncin... |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Reason (2001)
C'mon let's try this Guru..
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 def, in this prison life, what you livin like? *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 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 *Repeat 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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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
[Scratch intro]
Chorus [Black Thought and Scratch] 2x Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain Yo, Adrenaline [Black Thought] Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on And MC's is dressed funny like a leprechuan I chop rappers up like chicken seczuan Sells a squads off like a slave auction Aiyyo my zodiac sign read caution On stage, I make your seed to an or-phan Yo, my age an algebraic equation Niggas want some? I hit em wit a portion Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son You don't want no more son? That's when more come And drag a nigga Eerie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done Ladies and gentlemen Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit We hit em like the L at 60th and Market South Philly clip a hold into a nigga park it Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets Split back this like we the therapist Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist, once again Chorus [Malik B] Zigga zigga zigga tryin to get a grip but still slip, so lift me up Ever since I was a pup I was designed to errupt You get to know me, you poke me slowly, when caught puzzin Some niggas thought they was, when of course they wasn't Punked em wit a dozen of pellets all in they skelet Transform, from the norm, start to brainstorm Yeah Malik B from The Roots, he ain't gone I took the wrong exit, the sign said Langhorne I'm trapped up in about five worlds wit live pearls Shouts to Armour Akquan who's name is Jalil The moat is deep water so let your hand expand it Demandin, takin you back like Knotts Landing I'm Ralph Cramdon, we out, you'll see in Hampton Yo what the what the what the, what the what the what the Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot Didn't figure how to conquer it yet but still I plot, once again Chorus [Dice Raw] Beans passed the mack and we held em, like hostages Rappers see me, hide they face like ostriches Dice'll grind your brain into little sausages Underwater rap, you know who the bosses is North Philly baby, that's where that Raw shit is You'll get blown out the sky once you get talkative A-D devise rise, I fathered it So when you see me on the street, don't bother kid Just be on your merry way, or you might get slit Ask around, wonderin what Dice Raw did Lay you on floors like ya gettin carpeted You need a special kind of mic for retarded kids Me against you's like Kane verse the Partridges You wanna battle, change your name to The Forfeiters Cuz that's what you do, face to face wit raw niggas I give you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters, once again Chorus [Beanie Siegal] They used to talk shit, but I'ma quiet them Kick in the door wit my boys stick to riotin First nigga that flinch, I'ma fire em Tape em up, grip his hands, and plyer em Know the bricks is in here, where you hidin em? Don't die in the shit that you lyin in Used to get fronted bricks, now I'm buyin em Used to cop off my man, now I'm supplyin him Paid the front row seat watchin Iverson First class air crafts what I'm flyin in To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and them Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard Pryor and them Used to shotgun in cars, now I'm drivin em Used to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbin them Ran up in y'all spot wit Rob and them Grew up, two-four, wit Pie and em But do my dirt, 21st, wit Kyle and them Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and them Brother news, nigga schooled Marley Park and them Nigga jump, pull a pump, low sparkin em I know shit right now gettin dark to them Tore they body all up, ain't no chalkin em Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on em These Illadel foul streets what I'm stompin in once again Chorus [Scratch outro] |
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from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
[Scratch intro]
Chorus [Black Thought and Scratch] 2x Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain Yo, Adrenaline [Black Thought] Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on And MC's is dressed funny like a leprechuan I chop rappers up like chicken seczuan Sells a squads off like a slave auction Aiyyo my zodiac sign read caution On stage, I make your seed to an or-phan Yo, my age an algebraic equation Niggas want some? I hit em wit a portion Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son You don't want no more son? That's when more come And drag a nigga Eerie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done Ladies and gentlemen Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit We hit em like the L at 60th and Market South Philly clip a hold into a nigga park it Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets Split back this like we the therapist Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist, once again Chorus [Malik B] Zigga zigga zigga tryin to get a grip but still slip, so lift me up Ever since I was a pup I was designed to errupt You get to know me, you poke me slowly, when caught puzzin Some niggas thought they was, when of course they wasn't Punked em wit a dozen of pellets all in they skelet Transform, from the norm, start to brainstorm Yeah Malik B from The Roots, he ain't gone I took the wrong exit, the sign said Langhorne I'm trapped up in about five worlds wit live pearls Shouts to Armour Akquan who's name is Jalil The moat is deep water so let your hand expand it Demandin, takin you back like Knotts Landing I'm Ralph Cramdon, we out, you'll see in Hampton Yo what the what the what the, what the what the what the Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot Didn't figure how to conquer it yet but still I plot, once again Chorus [Dice Raw] Beans passed the mack and we held em, like hostages Rappers see me, hide they face like ostriches Dice'll grind your brain into little sausages Underwater rap, you know who the bosses is North Philly baby, that's where that Raw shit is You'll get blown out the sky once you get talkative A-D devise rise, I fathered it So when you see me on the street, don't bother kid Just be on your merry way, or you might get slit Ask around, wonderin what Dice Raw did Lay you on floors like ya gettin carpeted You need a special kind of mic for retarded kids Me against you's like Kane verse the Partridges You wanna battle, change your name to The Forfeiters Cuz that's what you do, face to face wit raw niggas I give you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters, once again Chorus [Beanie Siegal] They used to talk shit, but I'ma quiet them Kick in the door wit my boys stick to riotin First nigga that flinch, I'ma fire em Tape em up, grip his hands, and plyer em Know the bricks is in here, where you hidin em? Don't die in the shit that you lyin in Used to get fronted bricks, now I'm buyin em Used to cop off my man, now I'm supplyin him Paid the front row seat watchin Iverson First class air crafts what I'm flyin in To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and them Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard Pryor and them Used to shotgun in cars, now I'm drivin em Used to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbin them Ran up in y'all spot wit Rob and them Grew up, two-four, wit Pie and em But do my dirt, 21st, wit Kyle and them Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and them Brother news, nigga schooled Marley Park and them Nigga jump, pull a pump, low sparkin em I know shit right now gettin dark to them Tore they body all up, ain't no chalkin em Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on em These Illadel foul streets what I'm stompin in once again Chorus [Scratch outro] |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Solution (2007)
(feat. R. Kelly)
We run everything We run the streets, the radio, and the club All of the above (Beanie Sigel (R. Kelly):) Yes, yes! (All the above) Uhh (ohh-oh-ohh, all the above) Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh) (Beanie Sigel:) Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there Billionaires Boys Club, can't chill in here Gold bottles of that bubb', y'all spillin beer The boy only pour on that ace of spades Forbes Magazine homes - soon to grace the page I pull 7 digits clean - soon as I grace the stage I done caught up with the paper; y'all chasin change Man I'm runnin up Broad Street, in and out of lanes With the top down screamin out - you niggaz know the sayin C'mon, you niggaz know my name It's the bully with the bucks, ain't a damn thing changed (Chorus: R. Kelly (Beans)) I'm hood, I'm street Still standin in the middle of the beat (Mac!) I'm a mack, I'm a thug I'm a pimp I does all the above On the low I'm in the fastest whip And in the spot I'm with the baddest chick - all the above Up in the club got these niggaz pissed We got bottles and a pound of twist - all the above WE BUY OUT THE BAR~! And all night puff on cigars We get so much love, and all of the above (Beanie Sigel:) Yeah, Mr. Beat The Case is back Got acquitted, stitch fitted in that gangster hat Now I'm back, sick with it with this gangster rap Let's get it, where my gangsters at? Make noise And I ain't never been no fraud, no nah that's not in my rapport Never fronted on my boys for no whore I ain't never been no bitch, nor never lied on my dick Y'all niggaz still dyin for these whores I ain't never been no - snitch, never been no - rat Never shot a nigga in his back I always put the drama to his face I ain't never pull my strap and ain't clap Got my case, did my time, now I'm BACK~! (Chorus) (R. Kelly:) Up in the club still poppin the Cris' Still back it up whenever I talk shit Man I'm worth about a billion but I'm still hood rich Still hoppin out the whip with a hot-ass chick Still rockin the chain, they still knowin my name It's Kels, that's right bitch, I'm still in the game Still walk through the hood like I'm holdin that thang Still limp through the club like I'm holdin that cane It's two fingers for a rock star, middle for a bitch Come in by self and leave out with'cha chick Beanie Sigel got my back if we run into a snitch And Kels got his back if he ever need a hit From the tour, to the block We keep risin, to the top From the club to the parking lot We 'bout to show the haters what we go so LET'S GO! (scratched:) "Sigel was the name that they gave me" (Jay-Z:) "Allow me to reintroduce myself" (Beanie Sigel:) It's the Broad Street Bully I'm number one Five-oh said FREEZE when I had the gun But I don't stop for the law, pushed the pedal to the floor Rock star nigga, heavy metal on the drawer Because my life is, how I mic this Police wan' see my license Run my social, check my gov', search my glove Keep they hand on they toast when they approach this thug Cause I'm a hoodlum, a monster, Bad Boy, a goodfella Gangster and a thug - yes I'm all the above! (Chorus) |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Solution (2007)
How does it feel (MAC) bein' next to you
I wanna know how, just let me knowwww-know-know-know [Verse 1] I got them diamonds on my neck, I'm so icey I think they like Sig', in them white tees Them SB jeans, sneaks is me Burnt green with the camouflage print Fake Willies wanna know what's the damage I spent On that new V-Twizzy, grown man with no fence Roughly the cost about three bricks off Cooked up then bagged in trays - have a nice day! I'm in my bag and I'm havin' it my way Sick of the floss, sick of cars, you niggaz car-sick Sick of seein' Sig' in them large whips No plates and offended, temp plates in the window Oh my God! If you could see the garage I back intah Niggaz grind all summer then be crack in the wintah I'm never cracked, one number I'm back in yah YESSSS~! It's always Mac, nigga the top spender Just check your boy out in all his splendor How I grind in the winter, cop up in the spring Wait for the summer to show off my new things And in the fall, I do just that - I fall back! And listen to the rumors on how I'm all that You see this shit? Boy I copped all that! Yes, I can cover the bet, as you should However do you want it just drop it's all good [Chorus] Money, cars, cash, clothes Beans says if you 'bout that shit then let me know If you 'bout that shit then let me know If you 'bout that shit then let me know Money, cars, cash, clothes Baby girl if you 'bout that shit then let me know If you 'bout that shit then let me know If you 'bout that shit then let me know [Verse 2] I SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS DUDE~! I done turned more blocks into Rubik's Cube Your boy, let off shots from that newest tool Then I skate on cops in that newest cruise I'm rich boy, ahh looka here Blow up icey and rich but your jewels ain't lookin' clear I show you lil' dudes how to cook a square And how to grind it to the limit when you push it yeah You don't want it with Sig', I pull your card out You ain't got no bitches now bring them broads out We can go chip for chip, I pull some large out Or go whip for whip, I bring them cars out Bring the Benz out, bring the Aston-Mart' out Porsche Box' or the drop top Ferrar' out Bring the old school six-fours out 'Til the four doors out, Cool & Dre, bring the chorus out [Chorus] [Verse 3] Uhh, however do you want it bitch I ain't stutter You fuckin' with that dude, man I lay 'em gutted That nigga 'dere pop And I done lost more work in a pot than y'all ever copped Right cat, wrong litter box And I don't window shop, and I don't lease I just pick and cop I got the title to the shit I got You need that work, I'm on the boat by the river dock I put you niggaz in a triple threat soon as I hit The Roc Niggaz claim they ballin' but can't hit the shot Yeah I'm flagrant, this ain't your game kid Stay in your lane or get your shit blocked, how you want it? [Chorus] [Beanie Sigel] However do you (*2X*} Gangsters, pop that shit, and let me know, uhh... |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Solution (2007)
(INTRO)
Right about now... (Talking) (VERSE 1) It's the Broad Street Bully Back, ready to lock in, My hand on my twins, underneath where my cock ends, (No no no, no no no) Niggaz got cute once they heard I was locked in, But here's where all the bull shit 'bout the Roc ends, (Ey) Fresh over the barbed wire it's the live wire, Disrespectful, ignorant nigga, You suck my dick, drink my piss, can eat my shit, Strictly raw-dog when I enter you niggaz, (No no no, no no no) No pause, no homo, no vaseline When I end a nigga slowmo with that brumstick nigga, (Yeah) The boss'll dash when that glick start chopping, All y'all fags is drag bitch you'll lip off poppin', (Ay yay yay) Whatchu know about the S.P. hardheads, Ruthless then them niggaz that ran in Jabar crib, Flood that strip, (Do it) With 50 shakes, big beards and bald heads, Scared couldn't rent no space where law fear, (No no, no no) Niggaz don't want it with fat boy, You'd rather get your hair permed & pulled Hit with a strap on, A grown ass man, I don't play no games. Death gon' be a destiny's child to say my name (CHORUS) We fire gun shots to the cieling, Yo disrespected us you're bleeding now, No witness na leavin' We puttin' everybody down on the floor, So go low, Everybody go low, So go low, Everybody go low, (VERSE 2) I'm what the game' missin', (YES!) Young nigga old soul still kickin', New game old rules no snitchin', (YES!) New connect fewer digits, Old money new bitches, (HEY!) Paper ain't shit, I pistol whip, A hundred thou' on the swiss movement, About a dolla imma get to it, And I'm a monster on that thick fluid, I run through problems like Tony but I don't sniff through it, I just rock it and spin it the water stick to it, Every Day I'm Hustlin', Push It harder than Rick do it, (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) I keep it Cannon like Nick do, See me in the streets U Don't Know mMe like Flip do ya? (Whoa!) Disturb the Peace like Cris do it, (HEY!) I bring the Rucker like Skip to ya, (HEY!) Hey young worl', Do you like it when I talk slick to ya Broad Street Bully Back bitch! (CHORUS) We fire gun shots to the cieling, Yo disrespected us you're bleeding now, No witness na leavin' We puttin' everybody down on the floor, So go low, (HEY!) Everybody go low, (YES!) So go low, (HEY!) Everybody go low, (YES!) (VERSE 3) I'm what the game lackin', Like Joe no Jackson's, Like Kobe' no Shaqin', Like James no Magic, You niggaz got the game bass akcwards, Same by rights, Nobody sufferin' the reprocusions for they actions, I'm 'bout to get back on my geographic, You know South Philly mo'fuckas kill at will, On site, broad daylight, (We killin' it, We killin' it) Pin that steel, 30 shots in the 'xtender, Don't tempt me, Short fuse no wick on it, Broad shoulder with a chip on it, Get off my dick put yo' bitch on it, Man I'm the shit with no stench on it, (No no no no no) Fuck you gon' tell me nigga, See it's the real dookie, You just a new jacked pookie, I ain't one o' yo' boys in da hood, I'm a menace in 'dis, Waste deep repin' State P biotch! (CHORUS) We fire gun shots to the cieling, Yo disrespected us you're bleeding now, No witness na leavin' We puttin' everybody down on the floor, So go low, Everybody go low, So go low, Everybody go low, No no no, no no no, Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, Beanie Sigel And Rock City you know see you wit' trouble now, Konvict Music, I'm still droppin' 'till you run 'dem down. STOP IT! HEY! |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Solution (2007)
(Beanie Sigel:)
Once she grin, I'm in, game begin Man I met this bitch one time I mean man this chick so fine I just had to fuck this bitch one time I caught her at the mall goin shoppin Shorty had six bags, strugglin and still coppin Cute face, slim waist, body proper Hair fell short to her shoulders, I had to stop her Shheeit, I had to add that to the roster And me leavin without that there was not a option Excuse me miss, please take no offense But I'm shoppin for a ladyfriend about your size I saw somethin that could be a 4, if you could try that on Shit, I could peep the fit before I buy it for her She smiled, and tried it on with no problem Stepped out lookin like The Next Top Model DAMN! I told the salesclerk to give me two And told ma for all your work, this one for you You keep it~! That'll be our little secret Now peep it, to make this long story shorter I ain't get shorty name 'til the next morning Once she grin, I'm in, game begin... Once she grin, I'm in, game begin... (Beanie Sigel:) Once she grin, I'm in, game begin Man you know that chick that time I said I had to stick that time I fucked the bitch about six times Now she on my phone every hour Cussin out her man, talkin 'bout he a coward Bitch please, she said that I'm all that she need Indeed, I showed her that I was built for speed I'm heavy, somethin like a '55 Chevy And they don't make my class no more, I'm quite sure I'm somethin she never had before, I'm that boy Cause once they grin, I'm in, game begin! Y'all dudes spit that same lame to them Please~! You niggaz ain't nothin like Sig' Man I run through these chickens like fresh white tees Keep 'em in check like fresh Nikes And once again, when they grin, I run 'em in Once they grin, I'm in, game begin - uhh! Once they grin, I'm in, game begin - uhh! Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind Once they grin, I'm in, game begin (Beanie Sigel:) I'm the master, I'm somethin like a pussy conniseur Faggot! You somethin like a pussy kind of whore Chit-chattin at bitches, yip-yappin with niggaz About this and that, how your chips be stacked I keep a bitch on her BACK! Put her face in the pillow You give a bitch all your TRAP! Keep your face in the middle Of her puss, while her mouth full of Cupids You useless! I abuse 'em then I lose 'em I'm +Ruthless+, but nothin like Eazy I keep a pocket full of Magnums, believe me I keep these whores chasin Short money, long conversation, they gets nathan You know the rules, a whore gets none Hard dick and bubblegum And I just chewed my last stick is where I'm comin from Once they grin, I'm in, game begin - uhh! Once they grin, I'm in, game begin - uhh! Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind Once they grin, I'm in, game begin |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Solution (2007)
Ay Lo, run to the fridge and pop that other bottle of Cris' homey
I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga Pour me up an ounce and a couple of th epurps (Beanie Sigel:) As I skate through the city in that black cuatro You fake Willies frontin like you got dough until I prove 'em it's not so I shine like a brand new penny from that Franklin Mint That black Masi', it don't make no cents/sense But to drive and make dollars, your pockets flat like tires Your money still ALL SLOW like new drivers I pop more than the collar You niggaz poppin cheap-ass bottles of Moet That bullshit Chandon, that little chick on your arm be long gone When she recognize a real don I'm in the club in the cut sippin on aged grapes Laughin at them brolic car thieves, in their slim-ass jeans and Bath' Apes Lookin half gay, halfway out of the closet You don't believe me, nigga ask Sway What the fuck is that? You niggaz need to be slapped Whoever co-signed bein a sucker wasn't stacked HHEH! (echoes) HHEH! (echoes) (Beanie Sigel:) Uhh, sit back, relax, let's rap for taste Track 10 from the fits, peep my old head face You see if real niggaz respect it, the squares gon' rep it I'm guessin, that's why this bullshit keep progressin But I ain't stressin, nigga class in session I'm here to teach you a lesson like KRS'n "Criminal, Minded, you've been blinded" Lookin for a nigga like Sig', you won't find it I'm a dinosaur~! You niggaz more like What I look for in a whore, heh, PUSSY! Nuttin more, nuttin less, I'm nuttin to second guess I'm him, point blank period, the end When I'm long gone, they gon' dig up my bones And study my poems and learn I was MORE than the gun in the song Even though I spit a gat Quicker than I spit a rap, now go 'head sonny, run along HHEH! (echoes) HHEH! (echoes) (Beanie Sigel:) Now when that sizzurp in my system, ain't no tellin Will I bust that four-fifth and, catch another felon' I'm a thug by blood, not just off drugs Even though I love, that purple mug UHH, drunk off syrup, perks and zanees Spit a word make a bird lose her skirt and her panties (and them panties) I know it's been a while, since I left a stain on your brain Gave you some game that you can gain from I'm here to end it now Break the cycle of that bullshit same ol' same, that these lames run It's a shame it's they names where they came from These niggaz fly-by-nights, they couldn't fly my kite Tie my shoes, lace my boots They money run short, they couldn't chase my loot Paper small like Coupes, I'm that Sport sittin butter soft He nothin but a boss - who? Me - Sig', but of course HHEH! (echoes) HHEH! (echoes) |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Solution (2007)
(feat. Ozzy Osbourne)
(Verse 1:) Hail Mary full of grace I got the devil in my head again, my eyes blood shot red again.I thought I Escaped this trap, but I'm back smokin on a surface purple plat.Satan whispers, got me back on My dark liquor, that fire water killin my liver, the snake hisses in my ear I'ts a natural born fear, kill Em all full of tears? Is my mind playin tricks on me is that man in dat trench coat after me, I wake Up with my sheet soaked half a sleep, hearin 2pac's voice screamin blasphemy sayin come with Me c run quick c? Then I hear the voice of B.I.G., dyin ain't the shit but It's pleasent kinda quite But I don't buy It. (Chorus: Ozzy Osbourne) Day of Judgement God Is calling Underneath the war pigs crawling Begging mercy for the sins Satan laughing spreads his wings... Oh Lord Yeah (Verse 2:) Tarpped & ya done, ya? from the path of sooner? off the natural consumer, 5 prayers are Declared but I barely get to It, fornicating with these? my life is a ruins, It's hard to fight back tears When I'm in tune with my music banned from the? cause the occupation I'm choosin, I'm a Muslim by nature gangster by circumstance some sayin the workin man don't stand a chance And I'm a man & I ain't perfect but that's a pour excuse It ain't workin, a man once complained he Ain't have no shoes so he once met a man who ain't have no feet.They say prayer better to Sleep the earth shall belong to the meat? I try to be a mouth full a speech, knowing everythings Written and the clock is still ticking therefore I just pray that I'm prepared for... the day (Chorus) (Verse 3:) Our Father please show me the light my life ain't right, the devil got my head in a vice I can't Escape em he keep chasin, in the name of the most patient I rebuke the satan, causin trials and Revelations tryin to test my faith bringing? to my life with your whirling temptation let's say a payer For the souls that lost in the matrix, who ever eat of the fruit should forever dwell in the?, As I Walk through the valley I shall show no fear or forever dwell in the house as the hour torwards Near & as you call a long song I shall shed no tear but rejoice in your words cause the truth is Clear.They buildin up then they tearin down, revelations in effect here & now, I was terrified of Death but I don't fear It now, I was blind, dumb, & deaf but I hear it now do you hear me now... Good. (Chorus) |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Solution (2007)
And I see no bravery
No bravery in your eyes anymore Only sadness And I see no bravery No bravery in your eyes anymore Only sadness, only sadness Dear self can I talk to you? I been trying to have this conversation for years But you won't listen Damn, are you that plain ignorant? You're so indignant Please come off that high chair you're sitting in Before you snatched from it or strapped to it Ya body used as a conduit, a thousand volts flow through you Ya life gone over something foolish Talking to you is so useless Ya head harder than them walls you'll be housed in soon Before ya body's embalmed then you lie in tomb Open ya ears, eyes and heart 'cause that hour's soon And the hour shall cometh when Ish Rahzel blows his trumpets The sky shall crack, the stars will plummet The sun will rise in the West, you'll drown in your own sweat And when that day shall be, I'll bet I'll see no bravery, no bravery And I see no bravery No bravery in your eyes anymore Only sadness Dear self can I talk to you? (Only sadness) Dear self can I talk to you? (Only sadness) Who are you to lecture me? You question me about my life and the choices I made? How dare you to place me in an early grave? Whoa, why you gotta talk to me in that fashion? You can bury me face down with an open casket This whole world can kiss mine Tell me what this life got to offer A crooked preacher and a church alter? A short speech and a long offering? A deep grave and a short coffin? Oh, I get it, you righteous now Well, let the truth be told You done smoke every blunt I rolled You done drove every car I stole Cooked up every crack I sold You done slept with every trick I laid Collected off every bet I made But I guess you done found Christ I ain't know He was missing Whoa, watch your blasphemy Man, I ain't asked to be, just let me live my life Now hold on, no, you listen You was there on every decision Whether it was right or wrong And now you trying to right my wrongs, you got some nerve You even give me a words I write in this song You see, my vision's much clearer It's not me but it's you that I see when I look in the mirror And you call yourself saving me? But it's through your eyes that I see no bravery, no bravery And I see no bravery No bravery in your eyes anymore Only sadness, only sadness Only sadness, only sadness |
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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
(feat. DMX)
[DMX (DJ Clue) {DMX's background vocal's}] (Whaaaat!) When its on {Uhh} Its on {Huh-uh} You motherfuckers done lost your mind! Its another one of those Ahh man (New DMX!) Another one of them, Clue slash X joints {What!} (Who's Next!) Another one of them off the motherfucking hook joints {Ahh you motherfuckers done lost your mind} Bulldog, call a bulldog! (Whaaaat!) When I creep through Niggas is see through Just like negligee {Uhh} Ain't no talkin cause there ain't much that the dead can say Long as I'm walking I be strappin my dogs {Uhh} (Whoooo-hooo!) Rackin the hogs Desert Eagle packin the morgues {What?} Metal slabs with yellow tags on toes it's What happens to those that {Uhh} Chose to be foes and {Huh-uh} Bet his man knows But yo, we only get stronger {Uhh} And the amount of time we're facing is only gettin longer Get the mayor on the horn! (Clue!) {What!} It's time for shit to go down {Uhh!} Strapped for the show down {Uhh!} Wet up yo crib, kick the door down Know you schemin' so I gots to get you first Put you right up in a brand new hearse Could be worse {Whoo!} Shoulda seen what I gave this nigga Two vests couldn't save this nigga {Uhh} The way I laid this nigga Played this nigga But thats what I'm good at {Huh-uh} Layin niggas out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats(Ha ha!) Where's my fuckin' hood at? {Whoo!} Cripple niggas like switches {Uhh!} Rip on niggas like bitches {Uhh!} Then pour niggas in ditches {Uhh!} They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga caught Or should I say a nigga bought Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport {Aight} Triple what a nigga thought But thats just how shit be I know that one day they gon' try that shit wit me But just as long as I'm on top of shit You ain't stoppin shit And ain't a motherfucker droppin' shit [Chorus: DMX {DMX background vocal's}] If it ain't ruff it ain't me {Uhh, c'mon} If it ain't ruff it ain't D {Uhh} M to the X Most y'all niggas is strait sex {What?} (*shots fired*) Next?! [Chorus] [DMX (DJ Clue) {DMX's background vocal's}] Plenty of niggas know dirty is how I do 'em Put buck shots, from a thirty right through 'em Cause ain't none of y'all muh'fuckers built for war And I lay down the law (Clueminati!) When I spray down the door Fuck around on my name will be 95-B-64-11 {What} On a three-and-a-half to seven {C'mon} When even up north I put niggas to waste So you wanna stop the violence? Get the fuck out my face! Parole before peeps hit the board off Bitches is fuckin but I sleep with the sawed off I got shit to do, rules to break, crews to break Before the news to break, I got dudes to take I don't joke cause Jokers is cards And cards are what I pull Infra red with the clip full No leash on the pitbull (Ha ha!) That shit is hot like the wax off a candle stick {C'mon} But how I handle shit Is to dismantle shit {C'mon} De-de-de-de-de Like Popeye when it's Spinach time (Clue!) Runnin' through two niggaz like the tape at the finish line What's your crew, gonna do when I put the pressure on And it hurts, wannabe gangstaz in skirts {Aight} And the bitches comin' all out them niggaz One false move and their moms'll read about them niggas And they wives'll be without them niggas Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin money Throw your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!) [Chorus x2] [DMX (DJ Clue)] (DJ Clue!) Niggas won't creep in the streets with me (Desert Storm!) Cause you know what fuckin with these streets would be The Professional Part 2! Muh'fucker! (Ha ha!) Uhh, huh-uh (Fat shout - my nigga Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!) Pa-pa-pa-pa nigga! (Yo Ruff Ryders! Word up!) |
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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
[Kurupt] Daz Dillinger
[Jay-Z] Talk to 'em [Kurupt] Kurupt young Gotti [Jay-Z] Talk to 'em [Kurupt] Big Jigga nigga, what? [Kurupt *sung*] Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so When you see the D-O double G sneak creep low [Jay-Z] In the memory of the Notoroious B.I.G., Tupac Shakur [Kurupt *sung*] Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so When you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low [Jay-Z] Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler R-O-C, D-P-G motherfuckers.. .. hold up love You know Jigga Man resum, blow up drugs Blast round, full pound, no mask or gloves Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel Out the blue steel barrel get ya crew killed Perro ass niggaz can't touch I, muh'fucker what's my - - name, Young Hov', gun blow like AC R-O-C (With the D-P-G nigga!!) [Daz] Hold up (hah) wait a minute and All my thugs get (get what?) gangsta with it Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin ya with the pound with Roc La Familia {*y'all niggaz ain't feelin us*} [Kurupt] Deep in and out, out gold Daytonas D cut through with 2-way Motorolas Nigga the Dynasty and the Pentagon MOTHERFUCKER Hollow tip, stainless teflon MOTHERFUCKER Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga chest rocka with the chrome chopper, glock'll pop a nigga so quick Saddam Niastra, y'all done stepped in the mud and about to feel ery'thing from the flat foot Calicos collective, have you ever seen a four so clean like a brand new nina My nigga Daz (Sigel Sigel) Jigga, Memph, in bad-ass Impalas Butt naked bitches and pop collars The popular scholar, this is the beginnin -acap |
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from Jay-Z - The Dynasty (2000)
[Jay-Z] Geah.. whassup? Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz Real niggaz, worldwide Let's reflect.. e'rybody got a story We all ghetto B - here's mine Geah See I was -- born in sewage, born to make bomb music Flow tight like I was born Jewish Used the streets as a conduit - I kept arms 38 longs inside my mom's Buick At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news Iron cuffs - arms through it; or stuffed with embalmin fluid Shit, I'm goin through it - mom dukes too Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it My life is gettin too wild I need to bring some sort kinda calm to it Bout to lose it; voices screamin "Don't do it!" It's like '93, '94, bout the year that Big and Mag dropped; and "Illmatic" rocked outta every rag drop, and the West had it locked Everybody doin 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block like "Damn; I'ma be a failure" Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug - paraphenalia Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us Three time felons in shorts with jealous thoughts Tryin figure where your mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin So they can send shots straight to your melon; wait! It gets worse, baby momma water burst Baby came out stillborn, still I gotta move on Though my heart still torn, life gone from her womb Don't worry, if it was meant to be, it'll be -- soon [Chorus: Jay-Z] This can't be life, this can't be love This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us This can't be life, this can't be love This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us [Beanie Sigel] Chill dog Second oldest born, from Michelle Brown my mother Hell bound, grew with two sisters and one brother Pop wasn't around, so many stories that's another I'm thinkin damn; how my older sister gon' make me tougher When steel sharpens steel, I'ma keep it real I'm tired of tryin to hide my pain behind the syrups and pills Dead to the world, stretched out like a corpse for real Y'all niggaz thinkin what y'all readin in The Source is real What my life like, you lookin at the source, it's real What your life like? Mine dog, of course it's real Passin judgment, you niggaz second-guessin Beans Cause you don't eat swine don't make you Amin Dog you know a couple suras, out the Qur'an I guess you all on your din and I ain't on mine Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop thee I feel the line's drawn here, nuttin more can stop me Till them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me There's only three things that make Mac not act like Beans Amatullah Tisha, Po Aldin, Samir Amin My seeds dog, gotta teach 'em that before I leave dog Shit I know that I'ma see 'em when I leave dog I come back in the afterlife Like fuck it I done touched hell twice; what's the meanin? [Chorus] [Scarface] Yeah.. uhh.. Now as I walk into the studio, to do this with Jig' I got a phone call from one of my nigs Said my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kids And when I heard that I just broke into tears And see in the second hand; you don't really know how this is But when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the crib So I called mine, and saddened my wife with the bad news Now we both depressed, countin our blessings cause Brad's two Prayin for young souls to laugh atlife through the stars Lovin your kids just like you was ours And I'm hurtin for you dog; but ain't nobody pain is like yours I just know that heaven'll open these doors And ain't no bright side to losin lifel; but you can view it like this God's got open hands homey, he in the midst.. of good company Who loves all and hates not one And one day you gon' be wit your son I could've rapped about my hard times on this song But heaven knows I woulda been wrong I wouldn'ta been right, it wouldn'ta been love It wouldn'ta been life, it wouldn'ta been us This can't be life [Chorus] [Jay-Z] This can't be life.. |
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from Jay-Z - The Dynasty (2000)
with William H. Holla [Jay-Z] The world's most infamous [Clue] The Holla family nigga [Jay-Z] Roc-A-Fella Records, c'mon [Clue] Dynasty! New Jay-Z! Beanie Sigel! Stick to the script! [Jay-Z] We live money over bitches nigga stick to the script [Clue] Remember where you heard it first.. stupid! [Jay-Z] Cop, flip, we re-up; get back to the shift Money over bitches nigga stick to the script [Clue] D.. J.. CLUE! [Jay-Z] YO, they call me William H. (H!) the all-time great (GREAT!) I fuck the most hoes out of New York State (STATE!) I rock my jewels (JEWELS) I'm not a fool (FOOL!) In the small of my back I got this big-ass tool (Ha hah!) When I'm skatin through the city and I stop and kick it Be the most asked question - how I got them digits? I say I stay on my grind, never stop for bitches Never talk like a mom, I gotta watch you snitches And I stick to the script, that's my advice so life Eat nigga, let it stick to your ribs I seen niggaz go from handlin birds to ramblin words to the man, seen a Sammy the Bull emerge on the stand And it was all good just a week ago We lost Todd E., but we still eatin though For like a hundred weeks nigga, we gon' run the streets til we reach Malik or the date of E's release Peep Hova in a Jeep Rover, passin reefer over to this freak, breathe mami this is good weed mami Three, hymies under the belt, three extra clip We aim, we shoot; y'all shoot aim, we stick to the script C'mon! [Chorus: Jay-Z] Money over bitches nigga stick to the script We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift Money over bitches nigga stick to the script {*scratch* "You can bullshit with rap if you want, muh'fuckers"} Money over bitches nigga stick to the script We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift Money over bitches nigga stick to the script {*scratch* "You in the streets nigga, make your moves"} {*scratch* "Y'all niggaz truly ain't ready for this dynasty thing"} [Beanie Sigel] Geah, uh-huh Yeah, money over bitches nigga {*scratch* "This Philly cat ba.. back at it"} Stick to the script, yo Aiyyo they don't call me Mac for nuttin I don't give a whore jack, man they all say that Mac be frontin But if you can't take a case bitch and take it to the chin take the heat, beat your feet bitch, skate in the wind Don't snitch, we can blow dough, make it again You can be my hoe bitch, I can't make you my friend because - friends depend on friends, not Bean Sigel's shit I don't need you; let welfare feed you Mac'll, stick to the script, and stick to the flip I got a sick whip game, water stick to the bricks I got a sick flip game, order gettin and shit I got a strict strip, flip 'caine, get it in shifts Bitch, you can't get at me, shit I get at you only in the physical, I tell you like Mystikal "Shake that ass (yeah) watch yourself (Yeah) show me what you workin with but wash yourself" Fuck a dirty bitch (yeah) man I roll with a sturdy click that'll murder shit, empty clips you never heard a spit Slide a bitch what? Slide a bitch shit Slide a bitch dick, then I slide out a bitch shit Ain't no time to stick around and play step pops Shit I'm tryin to get down, cop and upset blocks Low price, quick flip, 2-8-K quick Shit don't go right, 2 AK's spit - stick to the script nigga [Chorus] Money over bitches nigga stick to the script We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift Money over bitches nigga stick to the script .. Money over bitches nigga stick to the script We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift Money over bitches nigga stick to the script Y'all get knocked, y'all turn bitch We get knocked, we never snitch, c'mon |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Reason (2001)
I'm just a picture in a frame
man, I paint word pictures on the canvas of life but I don't control the colors Yo, I'm ten steps ahead of niggas, that shit scary sometimes I feel ahead of myself I hear this voice in the back of my mind like "Mac maintain, just grind, dog, better yourself" So what I do?, I take heed and pick up the pace can't explain it when I pick up my son & look at my face I'm like a black rose growin' in the concrete crack in the pavement there that voice go again "Mac practice for greatness, get paid for them immaculate statements" Keep thinkin of them hotlines, like a physic, I can't explain it There's no pen when I write it, there's nothing like it.. God damn, what you want from me, what you want me to tell you huh? Niggas thought that I would stutter huh, thought I was dumb But I ain't used to use my mind, I used to just... use my 9 and run wild with my boys, in the streets wild with these wars now the Qu'ran and 48 laws, they polish my floors I'm moving niggas like puppets with no strings attached It's nothin' for Beans, so you know it ain't a thing for Mac to look in your eyes, see through your heart, know what you fearin' pick you apart, like you niggas is transparent (I see right through you niggas) It's like Mac was born with advanced parents I'm like the Sun shining at night, imagine it dog, I know you wanna see me gradually fall but I'm walkin on air, braking every gravity law nothing like it... I spit words that skip through air let the words of a true thug hit your ear, it change colors like blue blood when it hit the air it's nothin' like it... God damn, shit, I can't explain it Fuck y'all niggas I changed my whole life.. in about 9 months, just like sperm in a womb these young niggas never learn 'til they doomed try to tell them "you can burn young punk, without smelling the fuse" make you shiver in the middle of June, paintin' pictures so vivid, you can hang it up in your room shine bright like a prism, displaying colors like Crayola think of the prisons with straight soldiers think about the niggas who fucked us and played over us think about the mothers who suffered and prayed over us Just look at the the picture I've painted, it's so perfect open your eyes motherfuckers, you can't duck us no survivors every soul shall suffer, I'm loadin them revolvers every shell shall touch ya I promise I'll light your ass with these mags, I'ma bust ya God damn it's nothin' like it, I'm serious can't explain how I write it.. |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Reason (2001)
You know my name, bitch Uhh.. yeah.. hold up The streets gave me heat, and the Eagle was the thing that they gave me It's the rap guerilla that still clap.. fucka Yeah, guess who's back? [Verse 1] Mack, bitch - I move blocks and pounds I move out with small blocks from towns Move out with small glocks and pounds (uh-huh) And I take everything to the table bag and rock it down Fuck who watchin now; the neighbors, they in pocket now Fuck you haters cop some pocket now When it come to coke you cant outwit me, mine cheap Bout to take over the city of Philly like John Street Nigga ask all y'all fiends, they call me Chef Boyar-Beans Beanie Crocker, cook coke proper Right amount of flour siffin it up Coke spots runnin by the hour shiftin it up Graveyard shifts, move packs in bundles Braveheart kids, use gats don't rumble Gorilla niggaz goin ape in this concrete jungle Banana clips'll make them monkeys humble [Chorus] BEANIEEEEEEEE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIEEEEEEEE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIEEE, BEANIEEE - Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIEEEEEEEE! Yeah, but guess who back [Verse 2] It's Mack, bitch - uh-huh, back in the mix or the scuffle I'm in the hood with them chips like Ruffles Boxman, Frito Lay, for that free dough boxin You will lay, nigga I'm not playin Listen, whether I make cash or take cash I'm in the hood eatin with my dog like when we break-fast Beans on the hood in the wheel in the brake pads Yeah when I skate past, bitches shake ass I sit four-thirty deep in wheels You bout, four-thirty cheap in wheels - small Benz Look at your small rims, small wheel, small grill Big Beans, sittin in Bentley my heart peels Zero to sixty so quickly how you want it? You can have it Drop top, stick shift, automatic Back wheels still smokin 64 still rolling, 3 wheel motion, it's ferocious [Chorus] [Verse 3] Mack, aiyyo On the low doe (shh!) the whole city is mine I'm trying to flood the whole city with dimes (yeah) I'm in the kitchen yeah, with that vision wear Get them digits clear you can come and get them pigeons here Niggaz talk about the crack game slowed up, BULLSHIT You switch to hustle when the rap game showed up (uh-huh) While you wastin your time spittin the rhymes I'm gettin mine spittin them rhymes, but still pitchin them dimes And the spot still sick with da grime Glock 26 nigga but I'm sicker than nine I'm live with the pound, small silencer timeless sound Stick with the seven, strickly smith with the seven (shit) When I drop back and cock back And pop that, I'm poppin for keeps - I'm not gettin stopped mad peace Imagine that a nigga tryin to rock Mack Only nigga did it was Jay and he did it when I signed the contract [Chorus] - 2X |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Reason (2001)
Aiyyo Memph what's wrong with these niggas man?
These niggas ain't sayin shit man These niggas on mute man I'ma make you blind motherfuckers feel some real Aiyyo the guc is here dog I'm back to work I took time off a couple niggas had to get hurt Due to the fact they wack and wasn't strapped Packin they gat, now they layin' flat In six in green (you know wut i mean?) Man I need a new gat for that Yo, I'm the coke copper plus the rock chopper Down wit M. Bleek, the Marcy prock clocker One wreck, the other destroy And with that bullshit vest on, I'm killin' your boys I don't play when it come to yae I cop cook and collect my dough in one day Book rock and collect my dough at one show False looks, Memph let one go from the floor [Memphis Bleek] Yo, yo Well I'm known to be the master in the M.C. field Oh-oh got respect, oh-one I still Tote guns to the show and then I jet wit a hoe Bitch niggas want to front and get clapped Get on the floor, clap a second time And make sure I flat-line you Let a whole round go, hit niggas behind you See the gleam on the glock, know the beam on top Get shot, popped, and drop, yo the team is the Roc As I glance at Mack, a-k-a B-Sigel Know we comin' with the macks and the extra Eagles I'm not playin, you dudes know what I'm sayin' I make a call to my dogs, them niggas comin' through sprayin' What you sayin? [Chorus] [Sigel] I'm puttin heads to beads, gun straight out the box B-Sige, I put up all the roofs and glocks I'm not playin, see these guns that I'm sprayin? |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Reason (2001)
ayo,I'm
beanie sigel and i came to get down and rock tha mic wit my ****** freeway okay so i'm *** oh *** ** you got da way free way yes y'all i came to get down and get **** and tryin' my luck and not givin' **** six stunna man don't you and yo' people undastand betta undastand yo self and yes i came to get down . |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Reason (2001)
Hmm, shit, I don't do much
Y'knawmean? Smoke weed, fuck bitches, huh Get paper cuts from countin money... I just be chillin, y'knawmean? Menage trois, knawmean? Quadrupla trois... Y'knawmean? Shit I don't do much All that shit, what you expect man? [Verse 1] Yo, I don't do much, you know Mac stay sucker free So please don't fuck with me You don't really want war You don't really want the heat from the four You don't really wanna eat out a straw Man you niggas is broke, y'all niggas aint got no cash Man you niggas aint got no stash Where your wheel and your rims? Motherfucker look at the heel on your Timbs Nigga your walk and your talk you niggas is ass Shit, I don't do much, you know Mac, lay in the cut In the 'telly somewhere layin a smut Champelly, purple hayin it up Front row A layin it up Or in the kitchen prob'ly weighin it up Or in a mission prob'ly sprayin shit up Niggas playin too much I try to chill but they be sayin too much But you know they dont say it to me They don't play wit me You shit where you eat, you might as well lay in your pee Shit, I don't do much I don't do much Shit, I don't do much Y'knawmean? Fuck... Fuck, I don't do much I be chillin man, I don't know about y'all though Shit I don't do much [Verse 2] I roll a L, go in the booth Spark it up, start blowin the truth I don't do much, I smoke weed, pop pills, sip water Fuck it, keep it real, keep steel, give orders Suckers, give out halves, squrrlies, y'all call it quarters Youngun, take this eightball, cuz you take long And please, don't make me use this eight long Cuz you could get all six up in your acorn And trust me... Y'all don't want that Y'all don't want Mac to snap on you cats You don't really want no problems You don't layin under your squatter You don't want me fire bombin your house You don't want me duct tapin your mouth Better yet, pourin lye in your mouth You don't want me smackin up your kids You don't want me layin up in your trash Poppin up, then I'm poppin your ass Cuz you won't do shit I don't do much Shit, I don't do much Y'knawmean, I just be chillin I be smokin man I don't be thinkin about y'all niggas man (I don't do much) Y'knawmean, I be chillin Shit, I don't do much [Verse 3] I just chill up in the middle of the block Watch my younguns make a killin on the block Tell 'em watch trucks who be wheelin through the block Get shot, get shucked with vans chillin on the block Shit, I don't do much, I just chill and relax alot I don't hustle, I just tax the block Shit, I don't do much, I just roll out and play wit tools That make you faggots obey the rules Shit, y'all don't do much But drink 40's, look dumb on the block Damn near 40, still runnin from cops Y'all don't do much Y'all niggas aint stackin no cash That shit you pack got a crack in yo' ass Y'all don't give a fuck, y'all gon' get cuffed And I'ma laugh when y'all get stuck Shit, I don't do much Heh, y'knawmean, y'knawmean? I don't do much I don't give a fuck man, smoke weed, get high Fuck bitches, that's my biz (I don't do much) Y'knawmean? I don't do much Y'knawmean four pound? Shit, I don't do much I don't do much And I don't give a fuck |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Reason (2001)
As far back as I can remember I always wanted to be was a
gangster... (Watch your bitches!) Hey yo I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat Gators and flavors, colors like now & laters Split champagne wishes to bitches, trips to Vegas Jot down numbers on small pieces of paper I got ya, skate, watch these bitches catch the vapors Breaks down doe over a hoe? Spend my chips over a trick? I don't rock no masquino shit I don't know know labeled me no trick Biatch! You should pay me for dick All I'm gone do is fuck you crazy Bust a couple nuts, get lazy Bust another nut, it's Swayze Tell your ass don't page me, see you when I see you You need doe for what? Wouldn't wanna be you Yeah I'm a break you off, after I stroke you off When I break you off, biatch! That's when I broke you off Tell your ass get lost Only thing I'm gonna pay for, is to be the boss Can't see me giving no skee's my cheese Tell 'em like they tell Bean's, I got four seeds to feed Till I fuck you and some change fall out of your ass (watch your bitches!) Biatch! Ain't nothing changed, I'm all about the cash *Hey yo I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat Gators and flavors, colors like now & laters (watch your bitches!) Leave you jelly like fishes Niggas watch your bitches x2 You know Mack pop fly bitch No Jonny Gill 'round my bitch Bye Bye bitch Fuck that red dress on, get a head step on Speed on 'for you get peed on When I piss, I don't miss (Shit) Get mad, scratch your ass, and get glad 'For I, scratch your ass and get Glad-bags Throw your shit out on the trash B-Mack, pimp-slash Hustla, muthafucka! But, back to the sript When I'm twisted off that sip You know my twist, Mack on that lick On that super hero juice but could handle my cake Quick to throw bags, zams, and cakes Cocktails come banana and grape Yellow and purple, everything mellow in your circle Feeling like metal can't hurt you Got that pro meth 'itch (Watch your bitches!) Keep a hoe in check quick off that pro meth shit *Repeat (x2) I don't gotta play games and chase a hoe Spend cheese, say please, and lace a hoe Man, all my bitches know to SUCK me off and hit the door Especially if I hit before, They know the rutine, Dick to jaw, I don't give a bitch shit but game And spit that like Rudy Raymoore Man my whole squad play on tours That's all we do is play on whores That's up to you if you pay for yours I might let 'em run around in the apartment Just don't steal shit or spill shit on the carpet You know the address, apartment 3F Find you, fuck you, and flee, and my man Bleek next *Repeat (x2) |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Reason (2001)
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out.. .. cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out I bang out 'til your brains hang out.. .. cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga [Beanie Sigel] It was a, full moon in the beginnin of March Bout the end of Winter '74 The gangsta was born, introduced to sinnin and spinnin women Cats with big hats slammin Cadillac doors Who choosin hoes, you losin hoes, you niggaz loose witcha hoes You motherfucker y'all ain't used to no hoes Niggaz wanna LoJack, track your bitches, shack your bitches I pimps up, smack my bitches You wanna fuck trick your bitches I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that extra ass bitch Plus I keep a gat at arm reach You ain't no hustler youse a car thief, nigga where your car keys? Crack topic, back block it Thirty-one long black top it, you can't stop it, gat top it Black Mack, black glock it, blast rocket Sit your faggot-ass on your back pocket (bitch) It's not a game, prick [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Straight gangsta nigga.. uhh, uh-huh-UHH-UHH Straight gangsta nigga.. yeah They call me, Hov' the hustler, dough doubler Drove customers crazy in the late 80's, early 90's Now you can find me, girlie behind me, holdin my mink up Ice pinkie ring in the air, drinkin my drink up Top down, 'dro in the air, blowin that stink up It's seldom that I smoke, but it helps my thinker Makes me a, mathematician about my math Get celebrity ass, I'm a statistician - rap with precision Nigga, |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Reason (2001)
Yeah, this a man's world pricks, no broads allowed
All my niggaz with that raw allowed All my niggaz with they fours allowed who won't hesitate to bang a nigga - right in between they brows Let's roll, fuck them bitch-ass niggaz, wearin thongs and skirts Tryin to catch 'em while they goin to work Hit them niggaz on they job at they lunch break, make the pump quick Leave 'em ump-slayed when the fuckin pump spray I roll with a sick all-out squad Ten deep, let's roll-out squad Bring heat when it's cold outside Mack stick to script and stick to street Stick in clip and flip your Jeep Got extended shit and different heat Mack M-1 double now [bluk, bluk, bluk] I'm knockin feathers out your bubble-down Stop the blood claat cryin Blood claats from the iron, you're dyin, no lyin [Chorus: Beanie Sigel] This a man world nigga, sit down you girl niggaz "This is a man's world!" ->[James Brown] Man, this a man world nigga, sit down you girl niggaz "This is a man's world!" ->[James Brown] This a man world nigga, man.. man.. "This is a man's world!" ->[James Brown] This a man world nigga, FUCK what people think [Beanie Sigel] This a man's world bitch, all you whores bow down It's B. Sig., I pimp like TA-DOW - peep game I sling meth in vials, hit your kitchen cook your pies up Bring the coke back in piles, I'm that (?) .. .. oh yeah I almost forgot Bitch, get a foot up your ass if you don't get your foot on that ave and start lookin for cash Just get mine right, your money like, don't make me come out there I smacked you whore and get you done right there Leave this imprint 'cross your forehead, from the moray Bitch know my forte, I'm not for-play Hit your block, let the glock four-play Finger fuckin a trigger is not fore-play One more time - I'm not for-play It's a man's world - how it's supposed to go Only the soldiers roll, you young like (?) though I move like Sonny, but never backwards Weave in and out of traffic, holdin that package Weight don't get moved, it get pressed off the bench Move through an alley and a hole in the fence I see when you move you tense It's a man's world nigga, sit down you girl niggaz It's a man's world kiko, they shoulda told you from the get-go that you fuckin with them South Philly sickos Think it's all raps 'til them gats start to hit you Black talons cripple, Operation Lockdown the town with them nickels Dopeman, dopeman! But peep it, I ain't goin to court I bang people that be goin to court And know people I ain't goin for shorts Bring straight money, cake money That tan coat, razor blade, straw plate money That grab coke, never weigh to pay for it money Grab toast laser hater break for it money Shit, you think you fast? Run nigga, dumb nigga Don't get your skin grafted up, chin tacked up Fuck around, and get your men racked up Whatchu think all the gats is for, you can't last a war It's a man's world nigga, sit down you girl niggaz [Chorus] |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Reason (2001)
(Yo) Who wanna fuck wit', the fat boy of the Roc?
(blldddttt) stick em, ha, another victim Mac pullin' capers again Fuck with that money paper then Light as a rock, gonna light up the block Don't believe in cases, goin all out Paintin' faces, switch my picture, like tradin' places For that money what? Everybody hands up, or hands down money tucked I flip the money trucks, money I don't give a fuck Ay money, shut the fuck up It's only a stickup You don't stand a chance, give it quick up You 'bout to turn into an ambulance pickup Enough with the cocky stuff, fuck all that stocky stuff Don't get smacked like a hockey puck I ain't wit' that rocky stuff I'm strapped got this gat (Blah blah blah blah) What? [Chorus: Kurupt and Beanie 2x] Gangsta gangsta, tell me how you do it It seems so simple, like there was nothing to it One more time run through it, everybody hands up Alright hands down money tucked [Beanie Sigel] I'm on fire like a molotov cocktail I'm high off them cocktails Dangerous gone broke, my aim is no joke Duct taped, roped, strangle your folks Box cut across the throat (nope) Bang the four 'till it's broke Prey on niggas in a circlular pattern Catch you playin' craps, car in reverse I'm circlin' back Man I stay up in them dice games, fuck a ice chain A Ice ring, I'm tryin' to come up on some nice change Incase a nigga might swing, they gets a might thang Pull out the right thang, show em it's a spike thang Make you do the right thing, like a Spike Lee joint Bang that pussy and his right knee joint You get the sergeant and cap couldnc12 |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Reason (2001)
[Beanie:] Yeah Sparks in here, The Truth in here
[Sparks:] Yeah [Beanie:] Yeah - Witness - Tales of a Hustler [Sparks:] Im going to ride nigga [Beanie:] Ya Know - This just the life we live uh, this just the life we lead [Sparks:] Yeah Yeah Gangsta [Beanie:] Tales tales [Sparks:] Gangsta! Yeah [Sparks:] Sugar coat [Sparks] Omillio Sparks the young gun My life as an adolescent said I'll go through something Other guys try to stand in my way like brick walls So I kept guns in my palm like Mesiah scripts in Psalms I should fear no man but God So lord knows we could get it on Guns baptized guys testing my pride Clearing my conscience in the liquor store With a fifth of Thunderbird but I be guzzling hard Playing the corners with a washed up old-head Chant tunes by the Whispers Same corner where I banged at with niggaz Cops drive by and grin on us If they grabbed then one of them nosey neighbors done snitched on us (Again?) Hey this game juicy got me puffing looseys Every two days interigated by the police See, this life I live cost more than your Roley's money It cost my homie Nook his whole life, ya heard me? When he was here it was easy to love him like a brother Now thats he's gone I find it difficult to talk to his mother I mean - What do you say to a woman That's just lost her only son to the game and the gun, except mami |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Reason (2001)
I just hear mom praying, I just hear gran sayin...
"Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me..." Eight decades and four years and gran still kickin Look at ma, still whippin Still keep a strap, won't hesitate to give the kids whippins Tryin to make it to heaven, still livin Make a visit, stop by the weed spot grab a dub I know grams gon' have me a grub I hit the front door, smell aroma of her food cookin My favorite, a pot of rice and her stewed chicken Hit the basement, holla at Uncle Doc Nephew, wit Snu kickin Where dudes, what's your new mission We bust it up he cold frontin I know this nigga wanna hold somethin I know grams upstairs preppin for church Matchin up her hat, shoes, pocketbooks and skirts I break her off some dubs, so she can go see the preacher man Even though I know he false teachin, damn "Ooooh..." All I hear is grams prayin, I keep hearin moms sayin, shit "Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me..." That's all I hear is moms prayin, I keep hearin grams sayin... "Somebody oughta just reach out and, help me..." Don't cry mama, your baby boy done weathered the storm And I found peace right here in your arms By the way, how you gettin along, huh? I know it's been tough bearing the pain since daddy's been gone But, all in all, you still stood tall and never shedded a tear I'm thankin God you still here Cause, only heaven knows all my heartaches and setbacks Goin from a high school dropout to shovelin wet wax I'm never gon' forget that, look in your eyes, [look in your eyes] When you told me that my grandfather died It was like nothing had happened, [naw] and I'm knowin that you miss him But to accept death, is just the side of a good Christian And I miss him, just words, and I lived it in life [lived it in life] and I take it ste |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Reason (2001)
For the record y'all.. uh-huh..
I know you hear me.. for the record y'all.. [Beanie Sigel] _Dynasty_ album, track 16, listeners fret I can't take back that sixteen Shit the truth spoke, I gotta give the world true quotes Can you feel it? I know the truth hurts They say, |
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from Beanie Sigel - The Reason (2001)
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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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Nas] Yo, Yo
[Puffy] Gansta, Gansta [Nas] Gansta Yo [Puffy] That's Right [Nas] Journey Through the life of some real niggas [Puffy] Some real niggas, You'll never see what I've seen [Puffy] When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my hoe close to me, she sexy Every night is different pussy since my girl left me And I tried to make her stay with me, but I stay busy And her friends are cut-throats, They deep throat to lay with me I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion, home alone I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear it Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed to be good now It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down Fire below me Now the fantasies I have for women are unholy Success, thousand dollar bottles impress Models with fat ass and big breasts Floor seats, Knicks vs. Nets, private jets Millionaire heir to Antigua, with Ananda, the MTV diva Nas, how do we survive all this mess? (I didn't survive) East vs. West the rap game where words became flesh A whole pound of herb won't desolve my stress Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Fuck to the rock Sean John jury I got the same hands of crap platinum And the crap pyramids Write about the black experience, sell it to Marimax Tell me if you feelin' that * - [Lil' Kim & Joe Hooker] Take a journey through the life of these real niggas The things that they seen it would thrill niggas If you've seen what they've seen, you would wonder Through the rain and the pain and the thunder By the time that you realized that it's goin' down You may find yourself going underground When they see that this life is upon us We would see that there's no one that we can trust [Beanie Sigel] You can never see what I see, motherfucker Beanie Sigel, The realest nigga from the streets was taught Stay cased up nigga, stay deep in court Reminiscin' on that cold cell, deep in thought Gettin' skinny, couldn't eat, cause the meat was poor Ya'll niggas couldn't live my life, I've been through it Streached up in hospital beds, fed fluid Two bullets hit my leg, one passed through it Saw the blood and the hole in my calf, Looked through it My life's no joke, I don' played dice with soap Upstate the case niggas slice your throat Wear your boxers in the shower When you gaurd your soap I done seen the biggest Nigga's in the yard get broke I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you |
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from Beanie Sigel - The B.Coming (2005)
(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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from Beanie Sigel - The B.Coming (2005)
(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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from Beanie Sigel - The B.Coming (2005)
(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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from Beanie Sigel - The B.Coming (2005)
(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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from Beanie Sigel - The B.Coming (2005)
(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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from Beanie Sigel - The B.Coming (2005)
(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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from Beanie Sigel - The B.Coming (2005)
(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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from Beanie Sigel - The B.Coming (2005)
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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from Beanie Sigel - The B.Coming (2005)
(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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from Beanie Sigel - The B.Coming (2005)
(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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from Beanie Sigel - The B.Coming (2005)
(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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from Beanie Sigel - The B.Coming (2005)
(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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from Beanie Sigel - The B.Coming (2005)
(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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from Beanie Sigel - The B.Coming (2005)
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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from Beanie Sigel - The Truth (2000)
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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from Beanie Sigel - The Truth (2000)
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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from Beanie Sigel - The Truth (2000)
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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from Beanie Sigel - The Truth (2000)
(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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from Beanie Sigel - The Truth (2000)
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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from Beanie Sigel - The Truth (2000)
(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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from Beanie Sigel - The Truth (2000)
(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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from Beanie Sigel - The Truth (2000)
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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from Beanie Sigel - The Truth (2000)
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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from Beanie Sigel - The Truth (2000)
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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from Beanie Sigel - The Truth (2000)
(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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from Beanie Sigel - The Truth (2000)
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 |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 8 - Girls Just Wanna (2009)
(Intro (Beanie Sigel): )
Ho!....Ho!....Ho!... (Freeway) Bounce (Beanie Sigel) Holla (Freeway) Bounce....bounce....bounce (Beanie Sigel) It's B Sige 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 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 thick good in a caravan Slide through your hood like a avalanche Take a flick if you get a chance get that close Fuck in a van cause I got that dough Deal 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 toastas 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 to pound With the heat blastin, keep actin the heat blastin Shut no 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 to be see 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 duck the AK clip (Beanie Sigel) It's B Sige 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 burn 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, big or small you can get it Damn raw 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 fryin Will you cats try to block it stop tryin Take that, get back, clap mine You know, stay low, keep fryin, uh! I put the led in they gat, the medal 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 a go clap, your head a go back Uh, it's B Sige, in the place to be With two seaters on the waist of me, who's facin me? (Chorus (Beanie Sigel):) It's B Sige 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 burn the club out, ho!!! (Freeway) It's Freeway in the place to be see 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 duck the AK clip (Verse 3 (Freeway): ) Red nickels down your way don't trip Get holded 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 When I come through with they hammer make you lose yo' health And, boulder 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 a playa honey card stuffed with baskets International post playas stuck with a adlib You don't wanna be hoe playas stuck in the hood Bend over backwards clown suckers on a backwoods (Chorus (Freeway): ) It's Freeway in the place to be see 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 duck the AK clip (Beanie Sigel) It's B Sige 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 burn the club out, ho!!! (Freeway) It's Freeway in the place to be see 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 duck the AK clip (Beanie Sigel) It's B Sige 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 burn 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 |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)
Let's dance [7x]
Yo, everybody report to the dance floor Report to the dance floor Bad Boy baby 112, Beanie Sigel Here we go! [Beanie Sigel] God damn, guess who stepped up in the place? The kid with two rubbers on his waist Two steppin' to the base and I don't usually step up in the place I usually pull that lead out, ready to get a lead out But damn, since I stepped up in the place I'm try'na touch you, squeeze you, tell you what's the case Before I bust, you squeeze, outta telly and a case of Cris' I'm tryin' to take you to the telly, bust in ya ffffff Tryin' to lure me out on the dance floor I'm tryin' to get it twirly on the dance floor Everything remains the same, might spit-talk to it Then "Change The Game", might Crip-Walk to it But never Harlem shake it, Harlem make it, Harlem break it Dawg, I ain't hardly made this You talkin' to one of Roc's finest And do rewind this; it's Bad Boy's finest! Yo, yo, yo, yo, Bad Boy Motherfuckers This is the remix (Won't stop) 112 (Can't Stop) Def Jam, Bad Boy, yeah This is the remix, Ludacris come on [Ludacris (P. Diddy)] Ludacris like 'em shaken not stirred (yeah) wakin up blurred (uh-huh) Walk butt-naked (what) talk, speech slurred (that's right) Necks get squeezed and I can't breathe (come on) Stop then SWITCH; next, get me (that's right) Hon', you kinda taste like lemon merangue (lemon merangue) So nice I add spice with the cinnamon thang Make ya pull your own hair out Make ya body go flat, get the spares out Well, smack lips, smack hips, make 'em backflip (that's right) Cake mix, fingerlickin-like tactics, tongue gymnastics Good head make ya eyes ROLL BACK '12 on the track so you can't HOLD BACK Hot bread and butter, peach and cream (come on) I only reach for the peach if it's peachy clean (that's right) I only reach for your spot and release the steam (come on) A-town, we release the kings (yeah, this is the remix) [Slim of 112 (P. Diddy):] Let me tell you what I wanna do (yeah) Let me show you that I'm feelin' you (uh-huh) Wanna sex, wanna ride with you (come on) Wanna kiss, wanna put my lips all over you (I like this) Can't get enough of you (come on) Always thinkin' of you (yeah) So sweet, so very wet, so good girl you make me sweat [Hook - 112 (P. Diddy)] Girl I'm talkin' 'bout peaches and cream (say what) I need it 'cause you know that I'm a fiend Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine It's even better when it's with ice cream (uh huh) Know what I mean? Peaches and cream I need it 'cause you that I'm fiend (uh huh) Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine It's even better when it's with ice cream Know what I mean? Peaches and cream [Q of 112 (P. Diddy)] Never thought that I would be (yeah) So addicted to you (come on) On top, underneath, on the side of you Better yet baby, inside of you (feel me?) Love the way you juice flowin' down (yeah) And I can feel it all around (come on) In the front, in the back of you (yeah) Oooh I love the taste you, girl you know what I'm talkin' 'bout [Hook] [Mike of 112 (P. Diddy):] Don't stop 'cause you know I can't get enough (come on) Wanna taste it in the mornin' when I'm wakin' up (come on) Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up (come on) Got your legs around my neck so I can't get up See, them boys 112, we from the A... A!!! (ATL) And when it comes to eatin' peaches shorty, we don't play.... PLAY!!! So all the ladies in the house if ya peach's the shit Put ya hands in the air, represent ya clit, get it? [P. Diddy:] This is the dance break This the remix Just want you to just... Just, just, just bounce to this Yeah, come on Can I get a lick? Come on, yeah, can I get a lick? Yeah, yeah, come on [Hook] [P. Diddy:] Bad Boy baby, Mario Winans P. Diddy Q, Mike, Slim, Daron - 112 This is the remix |
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from Travis Barker - Give The Drummer Some [Deluxe Explicit Version] (2011)
It's that raw shit
That'll start a mosh pit Head bangers get to spazzin' out And be like, "Aww shit." [x4] This that war this From the King of Darkness Can't stop this mob shit Awfully heartless In a minute, toxic, caustic Coulda lost your optic With a millimeter boss Get soft in it Pissed off this mosh pit Einstein, Tech N9ne shines Behind thine rhymes (I'm signed to mine flyin')? To find fine wine I can design lines That'll get me to climb dimes (Pieces, them fine beetches Never tweet and just grind blind)? Get up out this pit You without sickness Better get in the back of me Before your mouth get split Never look at a killer nigga When you're on the curb ?? Get to pokin' out With some ladies do Think they man enough With a gun they be through But if Tecca N9na said He (crew)? with it In a blink, I would do A 180 too (We off what we all)? Sick and (frost pit)? Everybody bosses and y'all is NAUSEOUS! Be cautious We all trip and raw It's brawl til we fall in this mosh pit AWWW SHIT! It's that raw shit That'll start a mosh pit Head bangers get to spazzin' out And be like, "Aww shit." [x4] In the middle of nothingness I'm the light in the void Sittin' on big rims, swollen Like they been takin' some 'roids You scared partner Cause you look kinda noyed Like I'm about to put hands on you Like Pretty Boy Floyd I got 'em sick mayne Somebody call a specialist Tell these haters, "Fall back And get up off that extra shit" Who want what with us? You gon' be the next to get Smashed up but your (cuffers)? on it You'lla buy the naked shit Quit acting like what it is is And it's gon' be And you got no say in this situation It's all me They know me well from Third World To Zone Three And we gon' take this movement From Long Island to Long Beach Two trill, Wes is on the horizon So when the sun shinin' on us It shouldn't be so surprisin' You know we plan on you demisin' So playa you gon' be six feet and under While I'm 300 feet and risin', BITCH! (We off what we all)? Sick and (frost pit)? Everybody bosses and y'all is NAUSEOUS! Be cautious We all trip and raw It's brawl til we fall in this mosh pit AWWW SHIT! It's that raw shit That'll start a mosh pit Head bangers get to spazzin' out And be like, "Aww shit." [x4] |
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