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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. 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 Meek Mill - House Party (Feat. Young Chris) [single] (2011)
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