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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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, your hoe chose Hov', that's rapid division
Now divide yourself and slide
I, young Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me _The Blueprint_
Sold dope (and) sold crack (and) sold soap (and) sold rap (and)
bought Bentley's, bought 'em back, nigga can you buy that??
Purpose for man - worship Allah, then you die
Purpose of my gun - run in yo' shop and take pies
Purpose of my son - raise him to do the same
Clip blazin it through your brains
Strip, use it 'til it's burned out
Benz Coupes, Jags and trucks when we roll out
Man it ain't no lie, it's real as this four-five
And real as these five salaats, whether we Deen or not
Our kids gotta eat, red Beamer stops
where your connects gotta meet, interrupt your cop
Dependin on the dope size, we slide it from (?) size
With hammers with hollows you feel we follow we're both risin
They killed your cousin you strapped and you won't ride and
don't think cause I rap that I won't (?)
Play O-Dog in _Menace_ and drive-by men
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin the gas tank
Hoes on the strip, bringin that cash in
It's C the young gunner, they call me the boy wonder
Without that caped crusader, that cake is major, uhh
Nickel plate stay with it, except for in school
Metal detectors in school, for every last nickel get moved
Fucked every bad little bitch in the school
Good with math but I skipped it in school
Ankle to shop but I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with the chrome
And can't nobody take me out of that zone, not even A.I.
It ain't even a business, it's just the way I
get it consistantly, flip it until the day I'm gone
Scream beef any day and it's on
The same Chris dangerous with a eight in my palm
And been paid since the day I was born
Yeah Sparks in here, The Truth in here
Yeah
Yeah - Witness - Tales of a Hustler
Im going to ride nigga
Ya Know - This just the life we live uh, this just the life we lead
Yeah Yeah Gangsta
Tales tales
Gangsta! Yeah
Sugar coat
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
"I'ma ride for him"
The look that she gave me "Like Sparks you got some nerve
Cause most of these niggas dont keep their words
Now I'm under pressure
And I cant even break that type of promise
and y'all niggas paint that picture
Risking your freedom
On the strength of memories of him
The time he made you laugh
The time he bust his gat when them other niggas ran
How real is that?
Omillio Sparks niggas holla back
TALES - OF - A - HUSTLER
In this life you not promised tommorow
So take the bitter with the sweet and maintain
In these vicious streets
Carry your heat and keep your mind on your money
Life's a gamble everybody got a number homie
TALES OF A HUSTLER
I'm back to the block with it
Wait let me clear that up
I'm back to the blocks that you get when your block get it
Get hard with that hot water when the pot hit it
Get large with a little water when you pop wip it
I send hope to late scramblers
Sling coke to you late you scramblers
Go broke sling soap to you late night scramblers
No joke, I'm a crook, catch hooks broke, late night gamblers
Look - you loose limbs when fuck with him
That be I strapped and high
FBI all on back want to trap the guy
Got niggas in all black want to snatch my pies
Never that too many gats
Too many guns
Too many vest
Tough guys not to many left
Where they at?
Dead or locked behind bars in jail
I know I aint too far from hell
I'll spit the devil these bars in hell
Dog I been through it son
Look at my scars and tell
Catch Mac in a Chevy truck slightly tented
No excuses on who might be in it
You know passenger twisting backwoods
Slightly spinning
Crack the window the indo slightly scented
Splash of haze and hash lightly blented
Put the pressure on niggas who might be timid
Like, you got like a minute
To put the cash in this bag or ya ass just might be in it
In small piece, I'll snatch your family up
Start from tall nephews to your small nieces
For the record y'all.. uh-huh..
I know you hear me.. for the record y'all..
_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, "How can he disrespect his pop with harsh curses?"
Simple - harsh life, harsh verses
"I can't believe the mouth of this prick
He said put his mouth on his dick,"
I know we gotta talk bout that, I know you salt bout that
You on the tip like I don't like you
I got four kids, three baby mothers, I'm just like you
Sometimes I wanted to just fight you, shit
Swing on you - think I'm playin man, I'm just like you
I was a kid with a puzzle
with missing pieces tryin to put it together dawg, you put it together
You made me have to foot through the weather
in the storm with no raincoat
I don't only speak on me, I speak upon the kids in the same boat
Ridin the same water, same situation
Same fatherless daughter - I hate you, that's in your mind
Don't get caught up in the rhyme
You think I dissed you now, that I don't miss you now
Don't be a hater now, be glad I made it now
I know I probably rubbed you the wrong way
But fuck what the song say, for the record, check it
Still got love for you, though you left me in the cold
To face this world alone, and make it on my own
I still got love for you, but I just can't fight the pain
It's so hard not to hate, but you grow up in a way
I think you misunderstood me the first time..
Listen - that was my hurt in my heart talkin, along with the truth
I would thirst often as a youth cause of you the person
Moms nursin self-esteem issues
Round the house it's hard to find a clean tissue, minus her tears
To rewind this time I promise I minused my years
to the day to take the pain away
Seemed sunny outside, always rained on Jay
Pop you my umbrella, come help your son with the weather
Soon we come together like man and man and build
Play space, cards face up, I've come to deal
In order to get right we gotta deal with this wrong
And the pain I felt all my life you feel in the song
Your lack of warmth left a chill in the morn'
Your lack of love, left me loveless, and I'm of your breath
I'm your mind body and soul, your heart, your flesh
Your alcohol, your smoke, in results I'm a mess
And dad, still I love you no less dad
Hope you didn't think success would make me less mad
But not mad, just dissapointed - we wasted years
I swear to God, may you take me away from here
If you taught me anything
The one thing you taught me is to face my fears, coward
How could you let me grow without you?
Grind in this rap game, take dough without you?
Wear my Pro Keds close to the sole/soul without you?
Family pictures pose without you - WHY?! ..
Why shouldn't I be mad?
Monster's parents seperated, Monster had his dad
These parents had they problems, he still came to the pad
He bought 'em new bikes, imagine what that felt like
Used to have to butt my head to go to sleep at night
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
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?
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?
Twin sub oozies, can't budge or move me
Nickels stay chubby, smokers never choosy
Don't gotta yell up the block, they come to me
Packs with colorful tops just like coochies
New jacks with they pack they like, who he?
I'm not playin, knock them things off quick
Got game still think off shit
What you say?
With a partner like Sigel, don't come a dime a dozen
We could be brothers, we better known as cousins
As we climbed the chart with who the fuck want what
My hood to your hood, we showed the world crew love
Who wanna play with that Roc-A-team?
Know that I tote that thing that knock sixteen
You walk around talkin' this and that
How I sound like Jay and all my records is wack
But when I dropped the LP, niggas thought it would fold
Thirty days later, Coming of Age went gold
What you sayin?
Now party people it's time for this question
No knock knock, who's that? who's there? or who is it?
It's the M-A-C-K
Yes the gun clapper, the duct tape, rope, black mask and kidnapper
The flow dope, the beats just blazin
Like Luther Vandrow says, yo 'I am so amazing and I've been waiting'
For a sucker to attack the cat with two gats
Yo Bleek, you got my back, show 'em how we do
Yo, I fight fire with fire, I make crews retire
I spit 9 to 5 nines, Bleek for hire
Your crew murderize, see the guns that I'm bringin
In an all out battle, Bleek come out swingin'
Memph the type of nigga that'll spit off quick
Biggs push the Benz and we spin off quick
Take a sip of the Cris pour the Belvy with lime
Crack the Arma del Lope and then I'm goin for mine
It's a man's world
"This is a man's world!" ->
Bitch, uhh
"This is a man's world!" ->
Man's world prick, yeah
"This is a man's world!" ->
Man's world - all y'all little kids out there
run around with y'all little gats, man
"This is a man's world!" ->
Man's world - go to summer school nigga, get your G.E.D.
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
I'm knockin feathers out your bubble-down
Stop the blood claat cryin
Blood claats from the iron, you're dyin, no lyin
This a man world nigga, sit down you girl niggaz
"This is a man's world!" ->
Man, this a man world nigga, sit down you girl niggaz
"This is a man's world!" ->
This a man world nigga, man.. man..
"This is a man's world!" ->
This a man world nigga, FUCK what people think
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
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
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
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
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!
(Kurupt)
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...
Featuring: Memphis Bleek
What up Sigel? Huh? Yeah
Smash, scrape, scrape, you know the game baby
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
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
This one's for the dogs with the 4-4 long
You niggas bust shots but you throw yours wrong
Peep game, niggas leaves stain when it rain
Damped and wont dry we thugs we won't cry
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'mma basket case
You 'bout to 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
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
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
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
Fuck those who disagree like these streets ain't mine
Like the Roc don't mean somethin', glock won't lean somethin'
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
A then we swerve out, blowin' herb out, you heard 'bout
My 'bout it squad, niggas get rowdy and rob
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
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
Ayo you heard the title nigga, who the fuck want what
My bullets you get em free who the fuck want one
Ayo I still throw 4, 5, 6, upset rookies
Set up shop on Flushin', who you can't touch him
I'm still on two birds, two blunts, too hurt
Two of the biggest guns put two in your shirt
You can still get two to your chest
I'll show you what a thug about and let them slugs spit out
I'm that same cat all black crack in my palm
Hop off the B. Franklin with gat in my palm
Yo I still spit a thousand bars, still roam the reservoir with dogs
I still wire your jaw and yeah I smoke weed, I don't give a you know
Pop up on your block and hit it up in the Hugo
To the streets all over, we spot you niggas
Put your feet up Hova, we got you nigga
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
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
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast
When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' nigga
You better get to runnin' nigga
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without a rhyme about the nine and what the Tech do
The four pound line, a thirty eight special
With AK shells through your Teflon vest too
Yeah, Scrap, when the Bastard's back out
The pastor's back out, the casket's passed out
It's shit bags and them Catholic's passed out
Shoot up the crack house, smack worker's bond like crack's out
Go to war, Mack never backed out
The mac's get backed out, the air's get dust off
The cage get bust off, the shaft and the stock get cut off
Your cash and your block get cut off
And the SWAT and the ambulance rush off
My hand on my nuts like fuck y'all
My SP Jeans drift, layin' on them dot grim shits
I'm out to buck you like and one, just run when the van come
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, man, you better throw that piece
Toss the handgun, before the man come
When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' nigga
You better get to runnin' nigga
Toss the handgun, before the man come
Wu, wu, wu, wu
Wu, wu, wu, wu, wu
Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a nigga
Who put the strengths on a nigga
Wu bandana, I smoke Diana
Fuck Joanna, she hot, though we be hand her
The Ol' is famous, put in the rhymin'
I gets mine, stop being wondrous
Americana, half Montana
Only gonna smoke the best marijuana
Dis the Grammy's, on the panel
Change the channel, good smell flannel
You think shit is dandy, well, fuck your candy
Forty foot glock, shoot with handy
I fucked Amanda, you talk propaganda
Only gettin' money, on the Maranda
I stay candid, government branded
Heavy handed, woman demanding
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, man, you better throw that piece
Toss the handgun, before the man come
When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' nigga
You better get to runnin' nigga
Toss the handgun, before the man come
It's not game of R. Kelly
Run up on twenty-six and seven, coke peli'
Open up and them in deli, spray whoever the sweaty
My felony, mix emotions when I walk in that building
That's why I sip that purple pill
That make choke up your seven
Back the ac' as if you don't notice
Make me call that boy Mack, Bean Sig' flip you over
Respect mine, them tech nine's ain't my thing
I defeat the purpose of death lyin' with one ring
Make the place, vacate, I can't wait
For you to come out your face, so I could come off the waist
Hey, it's Peedi, Peedi, when you see me, take it easy
My uncle be named Reesy, his luger be named Squeezy
Make you get low without M-Eazy
My murder just might please you, you know them niggaz my people's
And every time you see me do my thing
They tell me, Peedi, Peedi, crush easy, the Mac gon' ring
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, man, you better throw that piece
Toss the handgun, before the man come
When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' nigga
You better get to runnin' nigga
Toss the handgun, before the man come
When you hear that
Yeah, this that shit straight out of jail, muthafuckas
You know what I'm sayin', you know how we get down, nigga
This that real shit, muthafucka, 2003 shit muthafucka
You know what I'm sayin', Dirt McGirt, muthafucka
Dirt McGirt, muthafucka, Beanie Sigel, muthafucka
Beanie Sigel, nigga, better get down and lay down
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 (??), 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
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
New shit
Wsup
Wsup
Wsup
Stop, chill, relax, and let this nigga sigel flow
I know you can't believe the flow, you can't cope I flow dope
Like a key ya blow
You like naw, beans, same nigga from 21st and sigel street
When it's beef people let them desert eagle speak
So whoever, wherever I don't care where we meet
Stop, chill, don't talk shit sideways outta your mouth
I will slap spit sideways outta your mouth
Bitch niggas talk indirect it don't matter
When you got snitch niggas right in your set
That's why I know where you niggas sling coke and pumped at
Same spot that you liable to see me at
Gun and a mask one in the stash where the seed at
Stop, all my young bucks huggin' the block
Stop puttin' drugs in your sock
You makin' it easy for the cops to catch you
They hooked to that stash and that trash and that bag of pretzels
You gotta hustle smarter than that
Cop coke harder than that, keep your dough apart from your crack
Keep a stash in the dark for the trap
Man you never know when the narks gon launch an attack
Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie
You niggas rats you ain't willin' to die
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real
Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie
You niggas rats you ain't willin' to die
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real
It's still vex in the game tryin' na earn respect
I got the best of out and y'all ain't heard shit yet
You can shuffle up the cards I'ma learn the deck
When I do the game is mine, man I'm aimin' high
Niggas talk about guns don't be carryin' none
Every two hammers I cock I'm buryin' one
I'ma dress in all stash this year, whenever I'm near
From the first junior, to Madison Square
Stop, chill, 'cuz I know y'all niggas like Mac fuckin' that track
Let me show you somethin' dog it ain't nothin' for Mac
It come all natural like I'm bustin' my gat
Or I'm stuck in a spot crushin' the crack
Got ice in a pot, fluffin' the crack
Takin' backs to the block so don't stuff in them packs
Doin' life on the roc ain't nothin' fuckin' with that
Me, jail, dog, you can put me under the ground
Where I'm from all my niggas they from under the ground
You can hear us when we come it's a thunderous sound
Trees, stompin', roc jeans and a bunch of white T troopers
Stay on post with they toast and they like to shoot you
Philly cats no rack, big guns and sumas
Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie
You niggas rats you ain't willin' to die
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real
Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie
You niggas rats you ain't willin' to die
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street
Wanted, 100 miles and runnin'
Through the rain and the sunnin, when them feed folks comin
Keep your head up youngin', gotta keep ya heads up youngin'
The streets'll give your head up youngin'
Listen, flip your con 'tacs, stay focused like contacts
Your head's open for a contract
Can't go where mom at, the last place you wanna bring the dram at
The first place they gonna track I promise
Can't relax, but remain the calmest
Couple rules that your play by, stay by, stay live
You keep your boots on your laces tied
And only troop on the late night if you play right, you stay right, right
You never play the day light, jakes get on your tail
Never let them see the break lights
Catch me if you can when I'm dippin from the cops
Mr. Gingerbread never falling victim of the fox
Wanted: Dead or Alive
Wanted, but you can't stop runnin'
With a price on your head, be prepared to gunnin'
Don't be scared like the Red Coats comin' nigga
Stay underground and keep runnin' like Tugman
You can't sleep, not a peep, no slumber
Man I sleeped about a 100 hours rest this summer
No stress when your dealin' with the running
Waking up in cold sweats, pissed scared of the rumblin'
Fuck it, just prepare for the trouble
Don't be shit scared nigga with your head undercovers
This not a broad threat, I got something for 'em
On the steps with two tecs, this is not a warnin'
Nigga they close like camera flash
When the hammer blast, put on your State Prop camouflage
Crack the box or the avalanche, put on your Montana mask
Get to clappin' like it's Pakistan
What every strap, cause an accident
Make a traffic jam, dodge all the traps you can, keep runnin'
Wanted: Dead or Alive
All you got to say is hide me, I ride free
I be, the one to change your birth, S.S., or ID (I got all that)
Ain't no more hangin' with the Y.G. State Prop
No Roc, private dock, incase you need an IV
No more Bent', that's Accord money, 420
Schemes can't afford money, money yous award money
Whether 90 or the first degree, any murder in the first degree
Well be the third degree, and they looking for the perjury
If you ain't merk the g, perfectly, you'll be in surgery
Take the seed out the nursery, nurse him at the precinct
Give 'em desert, that ain't where he deserve to be
And I went through this personally, certainly
3-2 for burglary, now it was referred to me
So they play us in no way, know way
Blaze up the roadways, A.C. and O.J
Read the paper, eggs and OJ
Call CD head of the O'Jays
That's a gipsy caps, risky all the chips we had
45 flee-flicker, we niggaz, hit the gas
When the operation go stale, ain't no jail
I did my whole album on bail (That's the truth )
I got you mac mittens, I send them a black ribbon
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
Hope you got an extra mic and a fire proof booth
'Cause 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
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 , when I speak cell set you free
Nigga the truth
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 , when I speak cell set you free
Nigga the truth
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
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 , when I speak cell set you free
Nigga the truth
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
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 , when I speak cell set you free
Let's get me this platform
And watch her do it like me prosper
No... I'm talking, remi Oscars
Bear witness of your black raps...
Sucker, can't beat us, join us
Hear me access, and I produce my assets
Point blank period
Oh it ain't over, just had to clear my throat
Ah, and here I go
But they sent me back, mr Johnson was left there
Sitting on my step with a napoleon syndrome now
Roll the stones,... and your main sex symbol
Here comes the state... here I go, hit them mac
Yes, I got you zoo,
Just let me find my bounce on this joint
Let me find my bounce
Ah, y'all begins is...
They ain't throwing it on chris jeans and butt nuts
I get the chocolate tape or I touch it up
Carnation on my lapelle
Pocket square, botower,...
That's it in the court room...
And he got angel, whacked in the shower
Pour 2 ounces, I'm back with the sour
Money and respect, then comes the power
I still listen to the lots
The rest of y'all could eat
... face a few other I fuck with
The rest of y'all whack, rats and...
You can make it if you try
You can make it if you try
Yeah, yeah, that's how we do it
Start tap dancing on these...
Asp click, white t chris
Spike lee kick with a nice sweet, sweet
Drop miles and Philippines to the whip
Lv's and double g's on my fit
Plenty y'all, you fuck with us
We mash out like mop...
And he up, kidnap that fool
And he up, chris shot that fool
Simple Sigel, philly freezer, warrup
Spilling pink drink on me make my mic stink
Pull that thing, thing, sipping down my jean scene
Chain gang in your system like... spitting on these lame brings
... get out the lane lil main before this thing bang
I grew up small time, dope game, cocaine
Pop a mac on the block I make it go ring
Drop it back and then get rid of the whole thing
... chain game,... wasn't do it a thing
We be bubbig out Dublin, Englad,
Kingdom of Saudi Arabia to Greenland
Talk about the... just a freezer, get your cheese up
You can make it if you try
You can make it if you try
You can make it if you try
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
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...
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..)
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 dead 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
Ho! Ho!
Bounce
Holla!
Bounce, bounce, bounce
It's B Sig in the place with Young Free
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right
Still watch what you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out
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 fit good in the Caravan
Slide through your hood like a avalanche
Take a flick if you get a chance get that close
Fuck an advance, cause I get that dough
Beef 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 toasters 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 the pound
With the heat blastin, keep actin the heat blastin
Techno Marine shinin, marine fashion backin 'em down
Niggas 'gone keep hatin and my click 'gone keep grindin
Keep movin, lockin the town
It's Freeway in the place with B Sig
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 dump the AK clip
It's B Sig 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 turn the club out, ho!!!
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, +B.I.G.+ or small you can get it
Dead wrong, 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 firin
For you cats outta pocket, stop tryin
Take that, get back, clap iron
You know, stay low, keep firin, uh!
I put the led in the gat, the metal 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'll go clap, your head'll go back, uhhh
It's B Sig in the place to be
With two heaters on the waist of me, man who's facin me?
It's B Sig 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 turn the club out, ho!!!
It's Freeway in the place with B Sig
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 dump the AK clip
Big nickels down your way don't trip
Get folded 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
Or I come through with the hammer make you lose yo' health
Fast, roll with 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 up to your honey car and stuff her basket
International post player, circle the atlas
You don't wanna be hoe playas, circle the hood
Bend over backwards, without searchin for backwoods
It's Freeway in the place with B Sig
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 dump the AK clip
It's B Sig 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 turn the club out, ho!!!
It's Freeway in the place with B Sig
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 dump the AK clip
It's B Sig 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 turn the club out, ho!!!
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
Shit, shit, it's the, it's the Roc nigga, hooo, hoo, hoo!
Featuring: Eve
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're kick our feet up
Lay back, exhale, haa, 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
Only ones is moving up was George and Weezy
All my sugar water babies who live in autos, it's crazy
You keep it in the dark, I'mma speak it from the heart
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, uhh
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
Remember kids who run the block
You never thought they would get harmed
Only time our block got wet is when is sprinklers loose 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
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, uhh
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
Yo, every day I think Deke and Rola
For 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, and 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
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, uhh
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
What?
Spit what man?
Man I don't know where that shit be comin' from dawg for real
Ain't no fuckin' rapper man
I don't know Jay
If you don't believe me then
Who you know who can spit till he pop the real
Never thought about rappin' till he coped his deal
I really held down my block for real
All I do is crack rock and how to pop the steel
How to box niggas in where they can barely move
Roll wit straight thugs never scary dudes
Keep bodies on them guns and we share our tools
Deuce 1 ball for Philly like Larry Hughes
Keep the desert eagle wit the beam tucked by the scrotum
Get locked in jail run a block sell open
Mind went to jail I get dro el's roll 'em
Bookie nigga clippin' niggas like L Odom
I got dough I choose not to spend it
Catch me in Avis and Budget in somethin' rented
Long as the windows tented
(I don't give a fuck)
I'm in it
I was holdin' wit music rollin' in the gold infinite
We keep it raw and uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it, it might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and that's how life goes
But nigga this is the life you choose ya heard me
We keep it raw and uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it, it might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and that's how life goes
That's just the life we choose
We don't complain thats just how it be
I shuffle back against the ropes like Ali
I hustle through the alley through the valley of the death
And I never play fair in the eyes of the ref
Fuck it give me a tech and I'll come back right
Can't go inside the game ain't got enough strikes
Come at me wrong I'll come at you the same
Come at me sideways I'll come wit your brains
Come at me direct and I'll come back wit names
I'm hot like boilin' water I'll come back wit cane
Keep it raw and uncut for all the bitches and hoes
And the first time you sniff it, it might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and thats how life goes
I know I'm outta control
Me and Jay same track you gotta be kiddin'
It's like that nigga Jordan I'm Scottie Pippen
It's like magic worthy, parish bird and stockten Malone shit
Who gonna stop and hold this
Game like doc and moses
Full court press and the rock control this
We keep it raw and uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it, it might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and that's how life goes
That's just the life we choose
We keep it raw and uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it, it might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and that's how life goes
But nigga this is the life you choose ya heard me
I use to catch that train and snatch that chain
Do anything for a game to catch some change
Whether it was shootin' the dice or clappin' the gauge
I was a nigga wit a strong arm like Satchel Paige
I'm tellin' you dawg I'm the wrong one to fuck wit at all
I'm the type that'll set a broad day in the mall
Up in glocks wit body shops takin' a fall
Fuck you cock swats feds and all
No no no homie I didn't say I could hit you wit dirty o's
But I said if I can supply 30 of those
Ding ding homie come holla at the kingpin'
The Gods are reapal the carters is leather
Hang wit psychotic people who like so fuck niggas
Came up singin' that God was evils
Slang heron like revolvin' a eagle
And I blew to the point I bought cars for the people
We keep it raw and uncut for all the niggas and hoes
And the first time you sniff it, it might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and that's how life goes
But nigga this is the life you choose ya heard me
We keep it raw and uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it, it might hurt your nose
But only the strong survive and that's how life goes
That's just the life we choose
Sigel Sigel y'all
Jigga jigga y'all
What?
Nah homie I can't take your take demo
I don't got no pockets
What?
Caution
Do Not Mix Wit Alcohol
It May Cause Drowsyness
Keep Out Of Reach Of Small Children
I Roll It Back, Crack A Dutch, Have A Sizip
Get Introduced To This Drink That I Sizip
Pearlmethozine, Wit Codine? Thats My Twizist
It Might Lean U To The Left, Or Make U Izitch
The Pearl Meth Wit The Tuss Some Like The Mizix
Caught Into They Phsyics, & How They Wanna Dizip
Yo Becareful, 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 Itz That. In My Grandmothers Kitchen
Head In His Lap, Grandmom Bitchin
Pocket Full Of Scrap, Plus Scratchin & Itchin
Back When They Sip Broma 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 3 - 6
Yea I Know About Them Texas Boys
Who Keep A Liter In The Cup, & A Heater In The Tuck
Think The Xanax & The Endo Sack, Make Me Slack?
Cocktailed Or V'd Up, Gettin Swiss Cheesed Up
Please Dont Blow My Highhhhhhhhh
(Blow My Highhhhh)
When Im Sippin That Purple Rainnnnnn
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 Makes Em Crazy, It Keeps Me Lazy...
When Back In 94 As Bruce Steel 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 Pearlmethozine
Shit But We Gonna Probably Drink Dawg Cuz Thats What We Be Doin To It
Now Take This Big Red & Pour About A 2 Into It
I Did 2's & 8's, What The Fuck Is U Trippin On?
He Said Man Thats The Ounces Of Caugh 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 House
Started Relaxin, Shit & To My Surprise
I Was Noddin Out 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 Go But Cant Taste A Seed At All
Please Dont Blow My Highhhhhhhhh
(Blow My Highhhhh)
When Im Sippin That Purple Rainnnnnn
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 Makes Em Crazy, It Keeps Me Lazy...
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, Expierence Like Jimmy Hendrix
I Like To Roll Up, Cowboy Tradition
Or Burn A Peace Pipe, & Cythe Like The Injins
Or Burn A Big Spliff, Bob Marley Stile
Buffalo Soldier, Rosta Farey Stile
Smokes On Pizurp
We Sipz On Syzurp)
Get It By The 8, By The Pint
Or By The Kizurp)
Some Might Take Ya High, Or A Down
Or A Bizurp)
Whatever U Can Stand, Floats Ur Boat
Makes Ya Twizurp)
Yes I Fucks Wit U If U Smoke On Green
Or Sip On Lean)
Yea Whatever, Click Or Teen
Strip For A Scene)
Nigga Burn A Spliff One Time
Take Me & Swing Ya Big Body Benz & Ima Swing Mine)
Please Dont Blow My Highhhhhhhhh
(Blow My Highhhhh)
When Im Sippin That Purple Rainnnnnn
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 Makes Em Crazy, It Keeps Me Lazy...
Dedicated To Real Syrup Sippers
Boys Wit Big White Cups
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat novacane, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah..
When I cop it's 4 doors I'm too big for a coupe nigga
And when I go to war I don't get shot I just shoot niggas
And I don't trust a nigga far as I could throw him
Even though I'm feeling strong enough or probably can roof niggas
Yeah, ya boy back in the booth nigga
I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga
I beat the case so it's off the pursuits
Back in fatigues, black tees and Timberland boots nigga
The year is new I want my spot back
Take 2, matter fact take the whole clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazzyy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with Dame Dash still fuck with Jay-Z
Still, real still recognize real
I still feel it in the air we still kill at will
[Chorus]
Now first Pac got got
Then Big clock stop
Now something going on with the Roc
I'm hearing shit about a breakup
The shit people make up
I'm like damn, when will it stop
Jay and Dame ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
And Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I'm waiting on some mail from the prof
[Jadakiss]
Uhh, Yo
You got a hole in you and you bleeding
So it's not like I'm just calling you pussy for no reason
Me I'm a bastard I hit the blunts 'til I gotta cough then I pass 'em
Exhaust on the Aston
That next choice you make might be your last one
Shit that I needed stuck with me from the classroom
Real talk now, who's the king of New York now
And boys got safes in the house I got a vault now
From my old grams, still with my old fams
Still getting wireless head that's with no hands
Listen, my grandma in composition
Compared to y'all is way beyond existence
D-Block daddy, new black Caddy
Coming through knocking Michael McDonald and Patty
P's a haze and still going for 8 in a natty
Rather have God arrest me than Satan embag me
Get serious I gladly envolve your moms
Alkeida, Jada, I'm only envolved with bombs, uh
Put my life on it
Soon as you sit it in the hot water all you gotta do is put the ice on it
I've been giving it to niggas for years
I'm responsible for niggas careers, mother fucker
[Chorus]
[Beanie Sigel]
Hold your head up Cass don't stress, weight'll come off fast
Keep to yourself, Just try not to come off fast
Cause these niggas ain't playing fair
You know stay on your square, handle the biz
Be the man you say you is
I always been that nigga I said I was
You get booked don't budge look at the judge and
Stand up and man up and never play those games
(mixed and scratched sample)
P-H-I-L-L-Y, North, West, Southwest South side
P-H-I-L-L-Y, Give it to them bitches and niggas who stay fly
[Verse 1 - Beanie]
You know my flavor
Low linen double s gators
Jeans ripped on purpose
Moure written in cursive
Tool shirt with the belt to match
Four pound send shots through your Celtics cap
You know me, B. Sigel with that lethal spit
Fuck around and get your people hit
Tek 22 see through clip
Niggas know who I creep through with
Major niggas, you know, Major Figgas
I roll them corners and drop four birds with four words
Niggas get the flippin
Before niggas get the missin
I'm known for that duct tape, rope and pistol whippin
Back door, dope and coke from when boat ship in
It ain't no tellin what I do for a trunk of crack
Told y'all dudes that I'm quick to trunk a cat
You know my tools, either the pump or the mac
Catch me at your kids school playin Uncle Mac
[Verse 2 - Journ]
Yo what you think I couldn't shine on you cause your chain glistenin?
When they said the name Journalist you wasn't listenin
Change the condition of the Range that you sittin in
Pull out the pistol in, shoot out your Michelins
Leave you in your boy Rover with a poor odor
Journ, slim bulldozer with the broad shoulders
Week into your tour I'ma call your broad over
Before she hit the salon, bustin the whore rollers
You tryin to play the fast role
Dawg you an ass hole
Your chick gave me your cock, cigar and your bath robe
Test the circle, beat you till your purple
Then have my man search you from your hat to your workboots
Fam fuck you and the cats that co signed you
Catch you while you on your Ducotti and clothesline you
Tryin to cop a spot like the one they shot Tony in
Journalist for Doo Wop, the true Mitronian
[Bridge - Dutch]
P-H-I-L-L-Y
Why should we tell y'all why?
Where why and how we ride?
P-H-I-L-L-Y
[Verse 3 - Gillie]
A'yo rap cancer, flow sick I flow iller
My goal is to move more units than Thriller
Its G-D-K slash God damn killer
slash Gillie Da Kid
Nigga can I live?
Guns keep, never get rid
Did a minor bid
Only for one week
A Thug let his gun speak
Real player, never fall in love with a freak
My raps is like crack, I distribute to the street
O's in the form of flows, China Whyte
You say I'm okay, your chick think I'm dynamite
She love my flow, she love my clothes
When it come to them, I'm like Snoop "I don't love them hoes"
See my niggas cop cars, watch flooded with stones
Knowin that my voice'll probly sell a million alone
Nigga bout robbin Gillie? Un uh, pullin the chrome
Aimin straight at your face then I'm killin you holmes
[Verse 4 - Dutch]
MF it don't get no realer than that
See the jails got my niggas I'm takin em back
Serve em out for any smoker who got taste for the crack
I'm takin it all, whether its a safe or a pack
I'm layin you down, whether its a eight or a mac
See I love to bust guns, but I hated the sound
and I muzzled em up dawg just to quiet em down
Where my West coast niggas at? Shots to the ground
Where my East coast niggas at? Safes's and pounds
I got, pimp in my walk nigga, pimp in my talk
Dawg I bust you niggas first before my players fall
I'm already called it quits, don't want it in no more
Put the gun to my head, blaow say fuck it all
You can't get no women player, they don't want a war
You can't sell no cane dawg, you too damn soft
Me I sell it all player, from the hard to soft
You just a boss player, tryin'a roll with boss
[Bridge]
[Verse 5 - Bump]
Seems like you don't know how much life is left
Till I revolve six in your chest
start at your vest
Send you into cardiac arrest
chokin, weezin
What gave you the idea that Bump wasn't squeezin
Bump ain't packin? Bump ain't holdin?
Bump won't put it in your face leave it swolen?
Do it for the paper, yeah players hate my hustle
Young nigga, chrome 38 I hate to tussle
Six hundred platinum skates from the muscle
Keep work on the strip, shit I live to the hustle
Step my game up to a bird from a bundle
Football shit, cook wrong nigga fumble
Blocks on the shoes, twelve on the wheel
Cris till I spit in the club with the steel
I hope you niggas thinkin Bump J won't kill
You be dead on arrival
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
Yes I
Matta fact
Yeah, Yeah
Bring it back
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
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
[Beanie Sigel]
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers
Now fair warning, sure shots wont graze ya
We hug corners, play blocks like Gators
With bundles on us, serve tre's like waiters
It's the life we chose to hustle
Can't stop it, can't knock it
Half the profit get flown out Vegas
Me and my niggaz try an' break tables
Stack chips like Connect Four
While you prick's try and whip try and stretch more
Charge less for, that ain't the program
Get ya lessons from the snow man
Like Pillsbury I get the doe man
I'll off ya head for a slice of bread
I keep my word and I'm true to my peeps
Give me a bird and my crew gon' eat
I'm over the stove like +Cuban Links+
Breakin' down +Cash Money+ like +Baby+ do
You niggaz soft like baby food
'Round the world niggaz pay me dues
While you niggaz sing the same old song like Sadies do
Grown man nigga, baby who?
I'll send you shots from the baby zoo
Old game like Grady fool
Propane flow flame you dudes
No name's don't claim ya shoes
Once again its on nigga, Sigel hard like corn liqour
I'll 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 ya'll niggaz
Then I showed ya'll niggaz, 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+, and was true nigga
[Beanie Sigel]
They can't question what we do Jigga.
[Jay-Z]
Once again it's on, Young run through you niggaz
Like a glitch in the computer nigga
I'm the shit, I'm a sewer nigga
This is Jay everyday, no days off, Ferris Bueler nigga
[Beanie Sigel]
B-Sig' Fred Kruger niggaz
Nightmare Madulah nigga
You scared 'cause I grew with Jigga
He said "Sig' you that nigga," couldn't see his vision
But then he drew the picture, like a compository sketch
Yeah Sig' stay honest I'll deposit you a check
There's a secret society, all we ask is trust
No G money shit all we gots is us
True indeed, yes, more better, yes
More cheddar, 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
Who the fuck (fuck) want (want) what (what)
None of you niggaz is B-Sig' prick I'm done with you niggaz
[Beanie Sigel]
Once again it's on, fuck it we ain't through wit niggaz
Twin towers here to ruin niggaz
You couldn't break up the towers with Tomjanovich
or Osama bombin' shit
We slay niggaz wit K's, we the drama men
Get it right young scrap don't even try it boy (boy)
You rather slide down the razor blade slidin' board
I'm a live wire, hoolahoop barb wire
Run through hell with gasoline draws on
You can't mute me put the pause on
My guns shoot like fast-foward's on
And dress cute when the war's off
What you doin' dawg, you playin' wit it
You make your bed right you layin' in it
You keep your ?share? tight you stayin' in it
You bringin' niggaz where your kids sleep
I sing to niggaz while the kids sleep
Rock-a-bye muthafucka.
I hope you high muthafucka.
Ready to die muthafucka.
Who shot ya? Seperate the weak from State Prop' the
Kids who squash beef and run them streets
[Jay-Z]
Once again it's on nigga, bring the drama to ya lawn nigga
Tell ya mama bye bye, get ready to mourn sista, it's a
See what you got here's a full blown twister
You nothin' but hot air, it's not fair
The reason why we lead the pack, this is a marathon
You start off fast then you weezin' in the back
So even if I slack, I got enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac, Philadelphia Freeway
And I'm back, without leavin' 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 or the records you sold
Deep inside you know that it's only one Hove
Young Vito, voice of the young people
If my life is a movie then Sigel be the sequel
We bring it to your door with Bleek peekin' through your peek hole
And don't get scared nigga, alert ya people
[Beanie Sigel]
We run everythin'
We run the streets, the radio and the club
All of the above
Yes, yes
All the above
Oh, oh, oh
All the above
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, I 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
I'm hood, I'm street
Still standin' in the middle of the beat
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
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
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
I'm hood, I'm street
Still standin' in the middle of the beat
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
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
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 wit'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 parkin' lot
We 'bout to show the haters what we got, so let's go
Sigel was the name that they gave me
Allow me to reintroduce myself
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 good fella
Gangster and a thug, yes, I'm all the above
I'm hood, I'm street
Still standin' in the middle of the beat
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
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
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
I been seeing crack rock since the age of thirteen
Out the same crack spot to the same damn
Dope fiends burnt up glass and the coke screens
You know that balled up cash where that dough cream
Hit the block before the birds start chirpin'
Scope the set before I serve one person
In between cars, never out in the open
I don't trust vans and I hate black suburbans
Crack that I'm servin', pure buck tour, nigga
Uncut raw, nigga
I don't fuck with bake
I don't never get stuck with weight
Open shot, every smoker wit' a straight, brush my gate
You ain't makin' no dough 'cause you stretchin' your shit
Fuck tryin' to make more, dog, I'm stressin' to flip
Keep smokers on them red caps, stressin' to hit
Dope fiends with they hair back, catchin' they drip
I'm tryin' to show you where the bread at
You catchin' my drift? But I see where your head at
You stressin' to bitch
Give me that hot plate and pyrax pop
Shit, I'll show you how to fire that rock, supply that block
Pee pop, set up shop, with a half a block, lock down half the block
Turn that half a block to other half his block
Then I'll lock down the other half a block
I don't give a fuck about the chatter in the background
Never put my straps down, nigga
This is Mack Town, nigga
Ask around, bitch nigga, I never was
Kept leather gloves and the 38 tar snub
On the real, ya niggaz don't know me
Don't get found in the lake with eight shots like Kobe
It's the Gouch, what you talkin' bout homie?
I'll make your bus stop short like Gary Coleman
I got more pots and strips then you
(I make it hot)
Niggaz won't even sell nicks to you
(Not a rock)
I spit phrases that'll thrill you
I got gats with clips, with lasers that'll kill you
Got myself an uzi brother, nuzi two nines
These thugs gon' getcha, slugs gon' hit cha
(Getcha)
I got more gats and tecs than you
(I'll make it hot)
Niggaz won't even stand next to you
(I tear the rock)
When I clap down, back down your wack friends
For that "Cash Money," pull out "Mack 10's" intro tef
I'm twenty two
(Uh)
You dudes ain't worth it, keep them funny jewels
(Whoa)
I'm so street like asphalt
I spit shit like my ass talk, dog, it's Mack Mittens
Don't make me raise up and put my hands on you
[Unverified] a house sellin' raids nigga
I'll put my grams on you [unverified]
Man, I'm so fuckin' deep in the game
Got one foot to the street, the other feet to the fame
I'm seesaw, tryin' to balance shit out
Until then, I got a six gon' silence shit out
Wanna make the transition from the street to the fame
But I can't let it weaken my game, man, listen
Picture Mac flippin' like a transmission
Little nickels, with slick fifty's tryin' to stick me
Knowing one shot from a glock could stop my injured block
So I quickly move oars like Jiffy Lube
Never had it niggas and half the fact that niggas
YEA I'M THE REALIEST NIGGA SALE BRICK TO SORTY I MOVE BACK TO PHILLY DO YOU GET MY STORY FIGHTING NIGGAS IS A WAIST A TIME I ONLY STARTED SPITTING BECAUSE THEY BARRIED MY MOM LIFE IN HELL FELT LIKE I WAS LOCK IN JAIL DIONG ALL THIS SHIT I DID NOT NOW I CAN DO THAT WELL STILL IN THE CUT YOUNG BUCK STILL IN A RUSH 14 TEEN STILL GIONG THROUGH MUCH THAT HOW MY LIFE IS TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH I NEVER HILD A GUNS IF I DID I'M NOT PLANING TO RUN I SPEAK THE TRUTH SPITTING ON THIS BOOTH IF YOU GOT PROBLEMS COME SOLVE IT I PRAY TO GOD TO PUT ME ON A ISLAND IN MAKE THE GREATEST SONG LIKE THE BLACK ABLUM IF I COULD NOT RAP MY MINE WOULD BE ON CRACK I WENT FROM HOME TO HOME COULD NOT FIND NO WERE SLEEP HAD TO DIG OUT OF TRASH JUST TO GET SOMETHING TO EAT I LIVE A NASTY LIFE LIKE RAT AND ROCACHS I'M OLDER NOW MY MY WHOLE LIFE IS DIFFRENT NOW MY DADDY OFF CRACK HIS WORKING
This shit is not a fuckin' game
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
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
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 you brothers
They rule the underworld
You know 'em as the Mario Brothers
Straight cannons
And won't hesitate to shoot you
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
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
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
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'll fuck with them crabs I had to blast those boys
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
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
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
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
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
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
Featuring: Scarface
Beanie, what's up, baby?
What's happening?
(Face)
Sigel, what ' bout to get off, baby?
We fittin' to get off
Aiyo, what we goin' to do on this shit man?
Let's wreck this motherfucker, baby', what's happenin'?
What you want to do nigga?
I, I wanna, I wanna smash it
(Smash)
Back and forth, back and forth
Let's do it, what you wanna hear?
I wanna hear some of that ol' that, ol' dear diary
(Dear diary)
Mr, Mr. Scarface, some of that old shit, you ready?
Yeah, I'm ready
I locks and load, cock and spray
Hit you niggas from a block away
SK to the Stock away
'Cause I know how to hold that shit
Empty the can with one hand and reload that shit
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
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
2 P 8 9 ruge, so don't tuck paper
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
For your chunk, I'll trunk your folks
It ain't 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
You must of thought that we was friendly
When we told you we was rappers, we Jackers
We want the money, that's what we after
We want the package under the god damn mattress
And if the brain splatters, don't matter, that's what we practice
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
Ain't shit fair when you got to get your war on
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
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
'Cause nothin' needs to be said something needs to be done
B give me a cigarette, I think I need one
'Cause in 'bout 15 seconds I'm a set the motherfuckin' alarm off
And shoot this motherfuckers arm off
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
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
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 your shit and a thick plastic
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
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
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
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?
Yeah nigga that's what I'm talkin' about I know you not tired
I'm through, I'm tired and I'm out this motherfucker
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, what's all the fakin' for?
God damn, every week I got to break a jaw
And you wonder why I smack up niggas?
Shit, it's either that or Mac's gonna clap up niggas
What ya'll want me to do hun? 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, aiyo, it's over in here
God damn, somebody bring me some juice in here
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
Ain't never did the killin' but still I'm lovin' the drama right
Under covers pass by thinkin' I don't know the truth
If you could look at me now
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
If you could look at me now
If you could look at me now
Let me smoke with you young'in
Yo I was pop-lockin' -Then
Card-board boxin -Then
I was up the center
3-D-
lockin' in
Strong-arm-
Robbin then
Started car-
Poppin' in
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.
If you could look at me now
...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.
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,
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers
Now fair warning, sure shots wont graze ya
We hug corners, play blocks like Gators
With bundles on us, serve tre's like waiters
It's the life we chose to hustle
Can't stop it, can't knock it
Half the profit get flown out Vegas
Me and my niggaz try an' break tables
Stack chips like Connect Four
While you prick's try and whip try and stretch more
Charge less for, that ain't the program
Get ya lessons from the snow man
Like Pillsbury I get the doe man
I'll off ya head for a slice of bread
I keep my word and I'm true to my peeps
Give me a bird and my crew gon' eat
I'm over the stove like (Cuban Links)
Breakin' down (Cash Money) like (Baby) do
You niggaz soft like baby food
'Round the world niggaz pay me dues
While you niggaz sing the same old song like Sadies do
Grown man nigga, baby who?
I'll send you shots from the baby zoo
Old game like Grady fool
Propane flow flame you dudes
No name's don't claim ya shoes
Once again its on nigga, Sigel hard like corn liqour
I'll 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
Since you was a baby coward
We been sprinklin' the world with baby powder
(So Fresh and So Clean)
Been an outcast since I was a teen
But I outlast cuz I outblast anybody you bring
Young, you got it the prophet I told ya'll niggaz
Then I showed ya'll niggaz, 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), and was true nigga
They can't question what we do Jigga.
Once again it's on, Young run through you niggaz
Like a glitch in the computer nigga
I'm the shit, I'm a sewer nigga
This is Jay everyday, no days off, Ferris Bueler nigga
B-Sig' Fred Kruger niggaz
Nightmare ?? nigga
You scared cuz I grew with Jigga
He said "Sig' you that nigga," couldn't see his vision
But then he drew the picture, like a compository sketch
Yeah Sig' stay honest I'll deposit you a check
There's a secret society, all we ask is trust
No G money shit all we gots is us
True indeed, yes, more better, yes
More cheddar, 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
Who the fuck (fuck) want (want) what (what)
None of you niggaz is B-Sig' word I'm done with you niggaz
Once again it's on, fuck it we ain't through wit niggaz
Twin towers here to ruin niggaz
You couldn't break up the towers with Tomjanovich
or Osama bombin' shit
We slay niggaz wit K's, we the drama men
Get it right young scrap don't even try it boy (boy)
You rather slide down the razor blade slidin' board
I'm a live wire, hoolahoop barb wire
Run through hell with gasoline draws on
You can't mute me put the pause on
My guns shoot like fast-foward's on
And dress cute when the war's off
What you doin' dawg, you playin' wit it
You make your bed right you layin' in it
You keep your ?share? tight you stayin' in it
You bringin' niggaz where your kids sleep
I sing to niggaz while the kids sleep
Rock-a-bye muthafucka.
I hope you high muthafucka.
Ready to die muthafucka.
Who shot ya? Seperate the weak from State Prop' the
Kids who squash beef and run them streets
Once again it's on nigga, bring the drama to ya lawn nigga
Tell ya mama ? get ready to mourn sista, it's a
See what you got here's a full blown twister
You nothin' but hot air, it's not fair
The reason why we lead the pack, this is a marathon
You start off fast then you weezin' in the back
So even if I slack, I got enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac, Philadelphia Freeway
And I'm back, without leavin' 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 or the records you sold
Deep inside you know that it's only one Hove
Young Vito, voice of the young people
If my life is a movie then Sigel be the sequel
We bring it to your door with Bleek peekin' through your peek hole
And don't get scared nigga, alert ya people
I'm back at the club with a snub, twistin up dubs
Sippin on Crist', bout to snatch your bitch
You see the wrists, see the neck, see the arm, see the charm
See my click, what the fuck man we rich
When we step in the spot, performin or not
You know what went down, man we shut shit down
From the cars outside you can tell we there
When the bar's sold out and aint no Belvedere
No crowd control and the cops is scared
You know, the, the Roc, the Roc was here
Catch Mac V.I.P., section of the place
With the weapon on his waist, weight, two steppin to the base
I don't dance, I just move the crowd
And keep a big ass tool that's loud, that'll move the crowd
Only play the club dog if the music loud
Just boots, strictly airs, no shoes allowed, what
You know how it get in the club
We came to go bold, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump
You know how it get in the club
We came to pop shit, we came to pull chicks, we came to ride
You know how it get in the club
You know we came deep, in four or five jeeps, we came to wild
You know how it get in the club
See me V.I.P., rollin up trees, we came to get high
Beanie Sigs baby, y'all can't touch the boy
Everytime I hit the club people rush the door
Buck 50 cuts and more, sluts and whores
Niggas ice grillin like they wanna touch the floor
All that when Mac perform
*Who The Fuck Want What*, man they buck when that come on
Bitches givin up butt when Mac perform
Everybody hands up when that track come on
Roll up nigga let's get on
You know how we do, bitches in them see through dresses on
Double shots of Henny rock, all night lemon drops
Til they touchin, have 'em touchin, other women's spots
Late night, club night, you know what Mac like
Late night, club night, Mac attract dikes
All night menagie trois, who came to get ride, who came to get high
What the fuck, uh
You know how it get in the club
We came to go bold, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump
You know how it get in the club
We came to pop shit, we came to pull chicks, we came to ride
You know how it get in the club
You know we came deep, in four or five jeeps, we came to wild
You know how it get in the club
See me V.I.P., rollin up trees, we came to get high
Last call for alcohol, all drinks on me
Just boots, jean suits, no mix on me
Bandannas, really liks on me
Alright maybe a watch, of course rock, what you think on me?
Same thing with the squad, what you think on Bleek
Beef? C'mon dog who you think gon bleed
Not Mac, never slip in the club
4/5Th in the club, told y'all never slip in the club
Niggas hit like shit, how that get in the club
You think I'm playin when I'm sayin shit'll drip in the club?
Man I come to turn out the show, turn out a hoe
Before I bounce, burn an ounce of 'dro
Throw back an ounce of snow, bounce with dough
Squad deep, all with heat, and the bouncers know
Back the fuck up dog or the rounds'll blow
Man a thug in the club, y'all know how it go, shit
You know how it get in the club
We came to go bold, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump
You know how it get in the club
We came to pop shit, we came to pull chicks, we came to ride
You know how it get in the club
You know we came deep, in four or five jeeps, we came to wild
You know how it get in the club
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
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 lady friend 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's 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 mornin'
Once she grin, I'm in, game begin
Once she grin, I'm in, game begin
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, I'm somethin' like a '55 Chevy
And now I'll 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
Once they grin, I'm in, game begin
Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind
Once they grin, I'm in, game begin
I'm the master, I'm somethin' like a pussy connoisseur
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 nothin'
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
Once they grin, I'm in, game begin
Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind
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)
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} -
(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)
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}
(I feel you big homie, Young gunner)
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
P., P. Crack Cocaine
B., B. Mack is back
Chad, Chad West on track
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?
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
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
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?
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...
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!)
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!
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
Get that dough, still huggin' the strip
Get that dough, get the dough nigga
Uhh uhh, sig' get that dough
Uhh yo, uhh yo get that dough
I'm sick of niggaz talkin' 'bout they whips, when they bustin' 'em out
Summertime come around, don't nuttin' come out
Snappin' on they bitch, cussin' her out
Mad 'cause they crack, ain't no crack, they sufferin' a drought
Man you know how mac play when I sling my butter
Take my show state to state like the ring ling brothers
Keep clowns high-wired off the shit I juggle
F.B.I. eyes spyin' from the shit I smuggle
Keep the trunk of the car lined with coffee grounds
The cops pull us over it throw off the hounds
Got a bitch that let me stash shit in the crib
Break her off, every week, to fix up her wig
Man I stay on a mission with whores
'Cause I get down and get around like the late Mr. Shakur
Stay in the kitchen with raw
I'm the shit when I whip, I always turn two into four
Yo, get your mind right, get your grind right
Till you get the shine right and get that dough
Stay on the low-low, duckin' the po'-po'
Tuck in the fo'-fo' and get that dough
You get your team right and that's the green light
To cut your cream right and get that dough
It won't stop y'all, until I drop y'all
I'ma hug the block y'all and get that dough
Yo, aiyyo I got plenty dough but there's more to make
And I'm the chef, I bake, I don't order cakes
If I'm short, shit you caught a break
I can make twenty look like twenty-eight off of water weight
I'm the shit when I'm twistin my wrist
In the kitchen with that thang that got fiends skitzin' to hit
From the drugs that I drug in the narcs be buggin'
I keep my eye on the block and a pie in the oven
Smokers come straight, I ain't breakin' off nuttin'
Got two thirty-eights, I can break you off a dozen
You know how Mac play, when it come to that yea
I got 'em locked up on the block like it's crack day
I fucks with the pipers, ducks from the bikers
Punks on the righteous, bust at the sheisters
Stay in the kitchen with a block of raw
Razor blade play partner straw, yo
Get your mind right, get your grind right
Till you get the shine right and get that dough
Stay on the low-low, duckin' the po'-po'
Tuck in the fo'-fo' and get that dough
You get your team right and that's the green light
To cut your cream right and get that dough
It won't stop y'all, until I drop y'all
I'ma hug the block y'all and get that dough
Yo, yo, aiyyo I cops that coke, cooks that coke
Chops that coke and give out perks work
Makes that dough, gets them ends
How you want it dog, pipe or syringe?
Aiyyo I hit the block quickly and lick up a fifty
Tear the highway like freeway Ricky
Spit it my way and pop shit sickly
Till the feds come and get me or the lead bullet hit me
Yo get your mind right, get your grind right
Till you get the shine right and get that dough
Stay on the low-low, duckin' the po'-po'
Tuck in the fo'-fo' and get that dough
You get your team right and that's the green light
To cut your cream right and get that dough
It won't stop y'all, until I drop y'all
I'ma hug the block y'all and get that dough
Yo get your mind right, get your grind right
Till you get the shine right and get that dough
Stay on the low-low, duckin' the po'-po'
Tuck in the fo'-fo' and get that dough
You get your team right and that's the green light
To cut your cream right and get that dough
It won't stop y'all, until I drop y'all
Chorus
(Scratching) 'get down'
This Philly cat back with them blackmatics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it
(Scratching) 'get down'
Two guns you know, desert eagle, streetsweepers
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! Click BOOM
I'll smack you in the grill or you'll feel the 45 harding
45 Yards of football stitches, look ya'll bitches (Black)
Bullets in and out the same spot
Turn you so skinny you can, in and out of rain drop
Skinny like a smoker in and out of cain spots
Hook, drop, dry coke in and out the same pot
Mac with the block could hustle at any cause
Ran through bricks like Nitsie Russel and Lady Boss
(Man) Tricky hustle, quick to bust you 380 toss
You cant escape hell, 357 with 8 shells
38 Long six shots
Get ya shit stopped, get ya clique got
Get ya strip hot, you could get swat
You could get cops, niggaz get ya shit mopped
Hit ya block with two semis and say gimme
Lay everybody down on the ground and take plenty
This four pound make you lose pounds and get skinny
Chorus
(Scratching) 'get down'
This Philly cat back with them blackmatics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it
(Scratching) 'get down'
Two guns you know, desert eagle, streetsweepers
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! Click BOOM
This Philly cat back on a mission, out the kitchen
Back at it, playing with blackmatics
One Mac eleven, one seven
A line up four buck tears for one bredren
Leave three basins of tears from one widow
50 Cars back to back with stick-up windows
Hollow points clap from Mac sittin' em in you
Nurses gotta cut ya back getting out you
Disable niggaz get staples and shit patch you
Shift over ya liver and able to reroute you
Leave you niggz tubes and cables to spit out through
You know the rules of engagement I gotta out you
(Shit) how you want it dog? We can gun it out
Spit it out, have ya fucking stomach sitting out
Dig this when the shits on, get gone
I'm rated PG, pull on-get gone
Chorus
(Scratching) 'get down'
This Philly cat back with them blackmatics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it
(Scratching) 'get down'
Two guns you know, desert eagle, streetsweepers
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! Click BOOM
You know Sigel play with them eagles, niggaz don't get tagged
Throw bullets out them dirty birds like McNabb
Bunch of niggaz where ya corners at
Get a whop, take a quarter back, bring a half back you do the math black
Aint no warnin' black, when Im wearin' black mask
Over the braids two nines like Warren Sapp
Bring prosperity back to the hood like Buck Jay
Turn ya block to slump day, who want gunplay?
All you niggaz pennies add up to one thing my dollars
Hollows holla, first class trip to satan with flyer mileage
Guess who the pillot? DOA Airlines, dead on arrival
Flatline you, no survivers they cant find you
Like Kennedy Jr. you kidding me Jr
You way out ya league
Slow up pump ya brakes shorty, I'm ya way out ya speed
Chorus
(Scratching) 'get down'
This Philly cat back with them blackmatics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it
(Scratching) 'get down'
Two guns you know, desert eagle, streetsweepers
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)
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
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)
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
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
You cannot be me
Deke what I tell you, what I tell you
Look at they face now, look at they face now, stupid
I told you it was gon' happen
Now look at they face, look at them crawlin' on they knees
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 ain't 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
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
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 spend $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
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
Everybody wants to be a star
Stop tryin' na be a star, be who you are, maybe you will go a little far
Everybody wants to be a star
Everybody wanna be a star, never wanna be who they are
Man, I ain't 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 ain't a diamond
Everything that come in a jar ain't dro
Ain't no use you spittin' them bars you can't flow
Ain't no use you gettin' that R if it don't glow
And ain't 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
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
Everybody wants to be a star
Stop tryin' na be a star, be who you are, maybe you will go a little far
Everybody wants to be a star
Come on, Christmas
Christmas, come on
Come on, Christmas
Christmas, come on
Every year I wait for Christmas to come, it's all right
(It's all right, it's all right, it's all right)
A lot of presents, I'll be opening one, it's all right
(It's all right, it's all right, it's all right)
If I get nothing it'll be okay
'Cause Santa promised you won't go away
Come on, Christmas
Christmas, come on
Come on, Christmas
Christmas, come on
When we're together all the jingle bells ring, it's all right
(It's all right, it's all right, it's all right)
My Christmas baby really makes my heart sing, it's all right
(It's all right, it's all right, it's all right)
You know I know you're coming home to stay
It's Christmas morning every single day
Come on, Christmas
Christmas, come on
Come on, Christmas
Christmas, come on
Hey baby
If I get nothing it'll be okay
'Cause Santa promised you won't go away
Come on, Christmas
Christmas, come on
Come on, Christmas
Christmas, come on
Come on, Christmas
Christmas, come on
Come on, Christmas
Christmas come
Christmas come
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!
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!
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
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)
Haters stay out my face
And know that thing still by my waist
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
[Beanie Sigel Talking]
Somebody's burnin close to the ground
I been here before,but I aint gone lay down
naw, naw you suckas, i aint gone lay down
[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
Yo, Hey yo I walks like a pimp, spark wit this mack
Click lock aint a smith you tell from this gat
You fuck around and lose a leg or somethin
I laser somethin I'm a predator
Make me Schwarzennegger something
Nigga talk about a dolla aint a thing
I got da blocks boilin keep oils like bobylin
move work in and out da Tri-State
No trouble on supply weight
All bureaus five eights
Yeah, I'm in and out of state
I touched alot of states
And yeah my plate touched alot of steaks
And you crumbs can't supply a cake
And cake don't make crumbs it's true
Do da knowledge wait
I'm try to school you to some game youngin
But you knuckle head lame youngin
Swear you know the game youngin
Swear we move on the same train youngin
You on a different track
I'm the conductor yall niggas rats
[Rell: Chorus]
Yall niggas don't realize [naw yall dont realize]
What it takes to make this doe
There's no mothafuckin way that I [its right in ya face]
Can show you how we roll
Wish yall realized [yall realize what the fuck we do]
What it takes to make this cream
Things I'm makin wit my team
So simple as it seems
[Rell talking]
Uhh thats gangsta for ya gangsta for ya
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
You niggas fuckin wit that bake and that come back
And always got a story like wait, I'ma come back
Sometimes you gotta go away to make a come back
And those that know when they go don't even come back
My nails dirty I aint sit on my hands
Scale dirty i aint sit on no grams
Jail worthy got dat shit on his ass
Man, hustlin all inside of me
I cop a spot, pop them numbers like the lottery
Kept my luck sevens, big fours right beside of me
Nice pick six keep so hollows all beside of me
In case them numbers on them balls jump around
I gotta make the call to come to town and dumb around
You mothafuckas betta buckle down
Before I buckle down
Naw nigga you can't knuckle now
We past dat we on another level
Like blast dat, body bag, casket, nother shevel
[Rell: Chorus]
Yall niggas don't realize [uh uh]
What it takes to make this doe
There's no mothafuckin way that I [we eatin this]
Can show you how we roll
Wish yall realized [get a mil get a free lunch ticket or sumthin]
What it takes to make this cream
Things I'm makin wit my team
So simple as it seems [simple junk]
[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
I sold it all
I even fucked them niggas on the dice
Bucked them niggas who was nice
Broke em all
You used to pop willies on the block
Now you pop willy on the block
So where da raw
My attitude like the state of Missouri
Can I relate to you story
Nigga naw
You talkin to the wrong one
Nigga I'm a strong gun
Yea walked in this game
But I'm in it for the long run
Till the lord come
I'm a get it till it's all done
[Rell:Chorus]
Yall niggas don't realize
What it takes to make this doe
There's no mothafuckin way that I
Can show you how we roll
Wish yall realized
What it takes to make this cream
Things I'm makin wit my team
Ooh, I'm jus' a child of the ghetto
A change gonna come
They say a change gonna
I can't feel it
It's like a thousand million long miles runnin'
[Some guy talking]
Darling
Ya know, you give a man a reason for living
Not to mention, you take my picture
Now baby, but I give it to you because I love you
Ya know cuz the things that I feel so proud about
The things that you do
Ya know, like runnin' my car into telephone poles
Plus (?) I didn't get mad did I?
Y-Y-y'member, 'member when
W-W-When I tried to take my clothes to the cleaners
and on the way out
My very best pinstripe caught a nail
I didn't get mad
I was proud because you thought, enough of your man
To be in such a hurry
It made me feel grand, yes it did
Uuh I need you, I just need you
[Verse 1]
You know I was you're bread you're butter
And I ain't talkin bout dat bread I fucked up on you
Cause in my head man I swore I lucked up
Wasn't countin all the butter I spreaded on you
So true now, why would I play you bitch I made you
I'm not talkin bout the things dat I gave you
Clothes wit the labels, I brought you round Hov and da label
Spring water while holdin you're age koo
Naw I ain't tryin to degrade you
But you was a lost little girl n you're world boo I saved you
Ya pop owe me a favor, I basically raised you
From squada to Bentley-whippin
Ain't have to watch Cribs to see how I was livin
Me, so blinded ain't see the Robin Givens in you
Huh, shoulda seen the Ginger in you
Tried to off Beans like Rothstein Go figure
Youu take my dough, spend wit the next nigga you crazy bitch?
[Chorus #1]
And dis was the one I trusted
Who would ever think she would spread like mustard
Bitch I was your bread and butter
You shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
Ya know what?... Dis shit funny to me
It ain't nuttin but money to me
You lookin hungry to me
But I was your bread and butter
Bitch shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm
[Verse 2]
You got the whole town laughin at me, silly he
Silly to see got me feelin silly like Denise like
Oh what could it be in you, I see
N dis young P-Y-T
She got me L-O-V, E-T-K-O'd
Uh, like Teddy P. whatever she say goes
But I'm, ready to (Turn Off The Lights)
Close the door, on my pretty young need I more
Now peep game wit 'em, need, I, more
Gimme dat, E thy or
No Beanie Mac don't play dat crap wit these whores
She want me missin her (in my room) like the OJ's homes
But I'm on to my zone like O.J. Jones
Beano brown, cancel dis bitch, I'll buy another one
It's my world you lil squirrel tryna get a nut bitch
Do you- what bitch? Lil smut bitch
Got you're name ringin, spreadin like mustard
And I'm supposed to trust it after he touched it?
[Chorus #2]
I told dat ass (slow down) like Puba
Now you're days are gray like the 4 pound Ruga
Bread and Butter, see I was you're bread and butter
F'laaay baby ya hips is gettin big
Now you gettin thin you don't care about you're whip
Cuz I was you're bread and butter
Shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm
[Bridge being sung]
So proud, of you.. a'ye-ah
I gotta say it loud, yes I do, a'yeah (yeah yeah)
When you do (do) What you do (do)
How do you know, What you know
Aw, shame on you
I need you (oh oh)
Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm
[Verse 3 - Grand Puba]
Yeah
Now you know I was you're bread and butter
You had a shot to be my baby mother
Ain't no sorry I ain't Rueben Studdard
I can't apologize, it's multi-platnimum time
Takin all my shit and sendin you back to you're moms cryin
So don't cry baby dry, ya eyes
You tried to get all greasy like you super-size fries
So, pack ya shit
Leave the whip
It's been nice but listen ma I gotta defrost ya ice
Dats rite
[Chorus #2]
Bread and Butter [4x]
[Intro: Beanie Sigel]
Yeah...
I represent loyalty
I am loyalty
I am the definition of loyalty
I represent the G's
Beanie Sigel
We The Best
[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
All the bullshit stops here (Here)
Let's get this clear (Yeah)
Shoot rear, fresh off the top tear (Unhh)
What I'ma 'bout to do for you, is not fair
I'm not answerin' questions for you, dat are not clear
Whuddup with State Prop. the crew, when they not there?
The moment dat they heard it the verdict, when it wasn't clear
Ya boi had the city, yeah did they really disappear?
Jay really not visit there? Dame and Beans are they tight as it seems
Or is it all fabricated from dat same fabric
Now rip the rock marriage straight from seams
Thing's ain't what it seems but at time do tell, the truth shall prevail
Until then, you dudes bite yall nails in anticipation (Fuck)
Before The Solution Lyrics on
I know you hate it why I got chu waitin? (Shiiit..) - I too, am waitin'
Gotta see a couple faces, when I make 'em face it
Truth dat is dat ya boy have patience (Yes!)
As a matter a fact, it's wearin' thin
But I tell you this tho, when the New Year begins
Pussies who got nuts 'cause I'm goin' all in
[Chorus: Pooh Bear]
Can you hear me (Ayyy), came for attention (Ayyy)
But it ain't good if you don't wait (Ooooh)
It ain't good if you don't wait (Ooooh)
I'm applyin' every [?] in my {??} stays the same
It ain't good if you dont wait (Ooooh)
It ain't good if you dont wait (Ooooh)
Nah-uhhh..
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
Now let's not get this misconstrued
To say dat diss record - I don't diss my dudes!
Outta respect I couldn't check my once fist tight crew
Never in front of you I couldn't get dat rude
Ionn give a fuck but I couldn't get dat crew
cause knowin what i do i can get like (Khh) ouu
You wanna know what I do, don't cha?
You'd love it if I told you lil' fuckers, won't cha?
Uh-unh, scrap gotta pay for this one
Sorry youngin', got to wait on this one (Yes)
The Solution, soon in stores
Date to be posted, until then - I'm on pause
[DJ Khaled: talkin']
Yeah, to DJ khaled aka We The Best
Beanie Sigel (Whudd!.. Ain't no more too it)
Give em more man, more
[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
Well fuck it I don't wanna stop
Whatchu forgot the gun'll pop
Tell me who ya wanna rock
This true love, Roc-a-Fella 'till I die
Nigga keep it movin', don't get caught up in this drive-by
The break's over, ya boi 'bout to take over
If dat number one spot opens, give it here (Here)
Get my crown, dust of my chair
And yall niggas can kiss my ass before I sitted there
Back from the dead (Unhh) fresh off the prison tier
Daddy here to put the kids to bed (Get it clear!)
By the way, the wars on - you can't call it off
It's too late once the boss involved
Here I come!!
[Chorus]
[Outro: DJ Khaled]
In life-There's real niggas... And there's fuck niggas...
See, We The Bess..
I worked my whole life to show these niggas...
DJ Khaled, Beanie Sigel!!
We The Bess
And all you fuck niggas, trynna divide and conquer crews...
NIGGA, WE THE REALESS~!!!
WE THE BESS!!
DJ Khaled, the beat nova-kane on this one..
Thankyou, but take you time.. And listin to the real...
We The Bess... I'M STARVIN'!!
I AIN'T EVER GON' STOP!!
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
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
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
Ghost, Sigel, real niggaz load up
Throw your fuckin' hoodies on, it's goin' down
Nah, you can't hang, nah, you can't bang
You better get yo' gang
If you see me on the road better switch yo' lane
If you see me on your strip, bitch, get yo' thang
Fuck that before rap had to flip cocaine
Knockin' EMPD, nigga, it's yo' thang
Had the fisherman hat, with the 40 bottle twistin', the cap
Outside all night pitchin' the crack
But now things are a lil' bit different
I could start the car without the key in the ignition
Now I be Vivo sippin', nigga, strapped with the mac
In the book bag bitch, when I go road trippin'
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me
The bully harder than them bars in the lifer's house
You don't know me, see the Ghost when the lights go out
Kill yo' ass while you daydream, nigga
I put your big man to sleep and let him fly like the A-Team nigga
You niggaz puss, dick startin' to get hard
Man, we always strapped, catch shit when you run in the bitch raw
I go off when the shit's off, I usually turn it up when it go down
If you didn't you know now, you know it's the Ghost
And the bully in this bitch, two hawks up
You know I got the fully in this bitch
In the best shape of my life, I know I could roof niggaz
I send 'em back down Sig', I know you 'The Truth', nigga
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me
Ghost and Sigel, P-89 and the Eagle
Get stretched by the skinny or diesel
Hardest two out, so it's gon' be plenty of evil
So run and tell all of the people
Yeah, what? Gun check, rope check
Hit the club, rob shit during coat check
Just for the fuck of it, nigga
I like the four-door big
Heard you bust with it nigga like to blow a pound of weed
Heard you puffin it nigga, let anybody front and we touchin' it, nigga
Yeah, what? I get berserk when I'm high on them perks
You fuck around like, you don't want your kidneys to work
I get the family, the doggie, the kitty get murked
Man, what you know about puttin' in work? Yeah, what?
And you know you ain't ready for me
Got a young boy, turn your shit to spaghetti for me
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
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, you don't deserve this shit
Kids either don't make me make you a believer
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 spreads 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 youngin's, gave tools to my youngin's
Broke food wit my youngin's, broke rules wit my youngin's
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 holster
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
Ayyo, 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
Ayyo, 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 ain't a question on what I would do for my squad
Ask yourself if you really true to your squad
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
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
We gon ride 95 till it ain't no gas, flip and divide ties till it ain't 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 ain't 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
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
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
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
Ain't 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Featuring: Amil, Jay-Z
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
When I step in the club , bitches know my name
I don't do a lot of talkin' bitches know my game
Don't gotta buy a lot of drinks bitches know my aim
Y'all get them whores drunk just to get some brain
When the Rock in the place, they go bezerk
We make 'em bounce till they motherfuckin' shoulders hurt
Bitches lift up skirts, take off shirts find babysitters take off work
Lose they jobs, panties, shoes and bras
Niggas mad at us 'cos they lose they wives
I don't step up in the club without a weapon in the club
'Cos niggas get drunk and kick crap up in the club
That's why my tool be cocked, niggas mad
'Cos 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
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
If you a playa , you got the three basic niggas
Your trick your lick and your dick niggas
The object never fall in love with '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
Come on you know the rules in this playa shit
Ain't 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
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
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
Your watch game tight your hustle over there
Your house out of sight , your enemies close
And your family tight and never try to make a ho your housewife
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
Oh daddy
You know you make me cry..
How can you love me?
I can't understand why..
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
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
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
"Oooh..."
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 step by step, but I take it in Christ (take it in Christ)
Cuz I'm knowin I can't make it alone (uh, uh)
You told me not to buy you a new house because in heaven's your home
and as hurt as I was, I had to smile witcha
and thank God that we crossed paths cuz you one strong sister
and I'm never gon' forget ya
Heaven sent us an angel and the world gon' miss ya... mama
I'm in love with two women
The one that birth me
and the one that birth her
Know that you gotta hurt me
Before you hurt her or hurt her
Or hurt them or hurt we
I cursed see the worsest death
Beat you niggas to a thirsest breath
Off wit ya head niggas, fuck that all purpose vest
I'm ridin all out for Umi
Christian Caffer, though I follow the path of the sumi
What can I do but bow down and give offerings
For the lady with the softest skin
Keep picturin grams tuckin me in
Breakin me out of her change purse
Slash teacher, slash preacher, slash changed nurse
One woman, ten boys, seven daughters
Three story house wit no supporter
Damn, you wanna get your life in order
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
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
We need your mercy, I need your mercy
For my soul, for my soul
B-I-G, P-O, P-P-A
P-A-C, Left Eye, JMJ...
B-I-G, L, P-U-N
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?
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
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
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
(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?
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
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 couldn't tell mack (freeze)
I'm like a rat dodgin' traps when it come to the cheeze
Backwards wrapped my trough
Wont hesitate to clap ya folks
I'm on tilt like a rapid (?)
Back now nigga, all black down nigga
Mack now, loaded up wit' black towns nigga
Frontline, clap down, backround niggas
One nine clap crowns, and smack down niggas
Keep rope to hogtie you pork ass niggas
Stuffin' the boot to shoot hoops you sports ass nigga
Wouldn't shoot a game of pool
8-ball in the corner pocket, stop it
You niggas flippin' Guess jeans profit
Disrespectin' eskell, expectin' to sell
You got seeds in ya weed, disrespectin' the L
Don't got 20's on ya wheels disrespectin' the car
You burnin rubber and that squad, disrespectin the tar
You niggas wore ass backwards, 'vessinal gat
Same thing with your hustle, rustled and packed
The ball back on missions
Drop the east the mack more vicious
My Spider senses is tinglin
Feel somethin, got my radars up
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
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
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
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?)
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
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
We chapters of the same book, just a different page
Niggas in the struggle all out to 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 to get paid
Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave
When you live by the sword, you die by the sword
I'll probably 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 reckless collision
Or die in the streets over somethin' petty
'Cuz a broke ass nigga tried to 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 to 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 to say that man
Die 'cuz I hesitated to spray that man
Die 'cuz I hesitated to pay that man
Die 'cuz my man passed me a empty tool
Die 'cuz I panicked, 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' to 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 the 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' to get a name
Or die 'cuz it was just my time to feel the flame
Might get sparked, might not feel no pain
Might go out like dark-skinned Jermaine
Take a couple shots to the heart, to 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
We chapters of the same book, just a different page
Niggas of the struggle all out to 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 to get paid
Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
How does it feel bein' next to you
I wanna know how, just let me know
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
Dark 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
If you could see the garage I back in there
Niggaz grind all summer then be crack in the winter
I'm never cracked, one number I'm back in, yeah
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
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
I show you how to do this, dude
I done turned more blocks into Rubik's Cube
You boy, let off shots from that newest tool
Then I skate on cops in that newest cruise
I'm rich boy, ah, look at 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, coops to the four doors out
Cool and Dre, bring the chorus out
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
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?
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
However do you, however do you
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