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(feat. R. Kelly)
We run everything We run the streets, the radio, and the club All of the above (Beanie Sigel (R. Kelly):) Yes, yes! (All the above) Uhh (ohh-oh-ohh, all the above) Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh) (Beanie Sigel:) Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there Billionaires Boys Club, can't chill in here Gold bottles of that bubb', y'all spillin beer The boy only pour on that ace of spades Forbes Magazine homes - soon to grace the page I pull 7 digits clean - soon as I grace the stage I done caught up with the paper; y'all chasin change Man I'm runnin up Broad Street, in and out of lanes With the top down screamin out - you niggaz know the sayin C'mon, you niggaz know my name It's the bully with the bucks, ain't a damn thing changed (Chorus: R. Kelly (Beans)) I'm hood, I'm street Still standin in the middle of the beat (Mac!) I'm a mack, I'm a thug I'm a pimp I does all the above On the low I'm in the fastest whip And in the spot I'm with the baddest chick - all the above Up in the club got these niggaz pissed We got bottles and a pound of twist - all the above WE BUY OUT THE BAR~! And all night puff on cigars We get so much love, and all of the above (Beanie Sigel:) Yeah, Mr. Beat The Case is back Got acquitted, stitch fitted in that gangster hat Now I'm back, sick with it with this gangster rap Let's get it, where my gangsters at? Make noise And I ain't never been no fraud, no nah that's not in my rapport Never fronted on my boys for no whore I ain't never been no bitch, nor never lied on my dick Y'all niggaz still dyin for these whores I ain't never been no - snitch, never been no - rat Never shot a nigga in his back I always put the drama to his face I ain't never pull my strap and ain't clap Got my case, did my time, now I'm BACK~! (Chorus) (R. Kelly:) Up in the club still poppin the Cris' Still back it up whenever I talk shit Man I'm worth about a billion but I'm still hood rich Still hoppin out the whip with a hot-ass chick Still rockin the chain, they still knowin my name It's Kels, that's right bitch, I'm still in the game Still walk through the hood like I'm holdin that thang Still limp through the club like I'm holdin that cane It's two fingers for a rock star, middle for a bitch Come in by self and leave out with'cha chick Beanie Sigel got my back if we run into a snitch And Kels got his back if he ever need a hit From the tour, to the block We keep risin, to the top From the club to the parking lot We 'bout to show the haters what we go so LET'S GO! (scratched:) "Sigel was the name that they gave me" (Jay-Z:) "Allow me to reintroduce myself" (Beanie Sigel:) It's the Broad Street Bully I'm number one Five-oh said FREEZE when I had the gun But I don't stop for the law, pushed the pedal to the floor Rock star nigga, heavy metal on the drawer Because my life is, how I mic this Police wan' see my license Run my social, check my gov', search my glove Keep they hand on they toast when they approach this thug Cause I'm a hoodlum, a monster, Bad Boy, a goodfella Gangster and a thug - yes I'm all the above! (Chorus) |
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How does it feel (MAC) bein' next to you
I wanna know how, just let me knowwww-know-know-know [Verse 1] I got them diamonds on my neck, I'm so icey I think they like Sig', in them white tees Them SB jeans, sneaks is me Burnt green with the camouflage print Fake Willies wanna know what's the damage I spent On that new V-Twizzy, grown man with no fence Roughly the cost about three bricks off Cooked up then bagged in trays - have a nice day! I'm in my bag and I'm havin' it my way Sick of the floss, sick of cars, you niggaz car-sick Sick of seein' Sig' in them large whips No plates and offended, temp plates in the window Oh my God! If you could see the garage I back intah Niggaz grind all summer then be crack in the wintah I'm never cracked, one number I'm back in yah YESSSS~! It's always Mac, nigga the top spender Just check your boy out in all his splendor How I grind in the winter, cop up in the spring Wait for the summer to show off my new things And in the fall, I do just that - I fall back! And listen to the rumors on how I'm all that You see this shit? Boy I copped all that! Yes, I can cover the bet, as you should However do you want it just drop it's all good [Chorus] Money, cars, cash, clothes Beans says if you 'bout that shit then let me know If you 'bout that shit then let me know If you 'bout that shit then let me know Money, cars, cash, clothes Baby girl if you 'bout that shit then let me know If you 'bout that shit then let me know If you 'bout that shit then let me know [Verse 2] I SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS DUDE~! I done turned more blocks into Rubik's Cube Your boy, let off shots from that newest tool Then I skate on cops in that newest cruise I'm rich boy, ahh looka here Blow up icey and rich but your jewels ain't lookin' clear I show you lil' dudes how to cook a square And how to grind it to the limit when you push it yeah You don't want it with Sig', I pull your card out You ain't got no bitches now bring them broads out We can go chip for chip, I pull some large out Or go whip for whip, I bring them cars out Bring the Benz out, bring the Aston-Mart' out Porsche Box' or the drop top Ferrar' out Bring the old school six-fours out 'Til the four doors out, Cool & Dre, bring the chorus out [Chorus] [Verse 3] Uhh, however do you want it bitch I ain't stutter You fuckin' with that dude, man I lay 'em gutted That nigga 'dere pop And I done lost more work in a pot than y'all ever copped Right cat, wrong litter box And I don't window shop, and I don't lease I just pick and cop I got the title to the shit I got You need that work, I'm on the boat by the river dock I put you niggaz in a triple threat soon as I hit The Roc Niggaz claim they ballin' but can't hit the shot Yeah I'm flagrant, this ain't your game kid Stay in your lane or get your shit blocked, how you want it? [Chorus] [Beanie Sigel] However do you (*2X*} Gangsters, pop that shit, and let me know, uhh... |
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| 3. |
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| 4. |
| 4:30 |
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(INTRO)
Right about now... (Talking) (VERSE 1) It's the Broad Street Bully Back, ready to lock in, My hand on my twins, underneath where my cock ends, (No no no, no no no) Niggaz got cute once they heard I was locked in, But here's where all the bull shit 'bout the Roc ends, (Ey) Fresh over the barbed wire it's the live wire, Disrespectful, ignorant nigga, You suck my dick, drink my piss, can eat my shit, Strictly raw-dog when I enter you niggaz, (No no no, no no no) No pause, no homo, no vaseline When I end a nigga slowmo with that brumstick nigga, (Yeah) The boss'll dash when that glick start chopping, All y'all fags is drag bitch you'll lip off poppin', (Ay yay yay) Whatchu know about the S.P. hardheads, Ruthless then them niggaz that ran in Jabar crib, Flood that strip, (Do it) With 50 shakes, big beards and bald heads, Scared couldn't rent no space where law fear, (No no, no no) Niggaz don't want it with fat boy, You'd rather get your hair permed & pulled Hit with a strap on, A grown ass man, I don't play no games. Death gon' be a destiny's child to say my name (CHORUS) We fire gun shots to the cieling, Yo disrespected us you're bleeding now, No witness na leavin' We puttin' everybody down on the floor, So go low, Everybody go low, So go low, Everybody go low, (VERSE 2) I'm what the game' missin', (YES!) Young nigga old soul still kickin', New game old rules no snitchin', (YES!) New connect fewer digits, Old money new bitches, (HEY!) Paper ain't shit, I pistol whip, A hundred thou' on the swiss movement, About a dolla imma get to it, And I'm a monster on that thick fluid, I run through problems like Tony but I don't sniff through it, I just rock it and spin it the water stick to it, Every Day I'm Hustlin', Push It harder than Rick do it, (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) I keep it Cannon like Nick do, See me in the streets U Don't Know mMe like Flip do ya? (Whoa!) Disturb the Peace like Cris do it, (HEY!) I bring the Rucker like Skip to ya, (HEY!) Hey young worl', Do you like it when I talk slick to ya Broad Street Bully Back bitch! (CHORUS) We fire gun shots to the cieling, Yo disrespected us you're bleeding now, No witness na leavin' We puttin' everybody down on the floor, So go low, (HEY!) Everybody go low, (YES!) So go low, (HEY!) Everybody go low, (YES!) (VERSE 3) I'm what the game lackin', Like Joe no Jackson's, Like Kobe' no Shaqin', Like James no Magic, You niggaz got the game bass akcwards, Same by rights, Nobody sufferin' the reprocusions for they actions, I'm 'bout to get back on my geographic, You know South Philly mo'fuckas kill at will, On site, broad daylight, (We killin' it, We killin' it) Pin that steel, 30 shots in the 'xtender, Don't tempt me, Short fuse no wick on it, Broad shoulder with a chip on it, Get off my dick put yo' bitch on it, Man I'm the shit with no stench on it, (No no no no no) Fuck you gon' tell me nigga, See it's the real dookie, You just a new jacked pookie, I ain't one o' yo' boys in da hood, I'm a menace in 'dis, Waste deep repin' State P biotch! (CHORUS) We fire gun shots to the cieling, Yo disrespected us you're bleeding now, No witness na leavin' We puttin' everybody down on the floor, So go low, Everybody go low, So go low, Everybody go low, No no no, no no no, Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, Beanie Sigel And Rock City you know see you wit' trouble now, Konvict Music, I'm still droppin' 'till you run 'dem down. STOP IT! HEY! |
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| 5. |
| 4:07 |
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| 3:33 |
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| 7. |
| 3:13 |
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(Beanie Sigel:)
Once she grin, I'm in, game begin Man I met this bitch one time I mean man this chick so fine I just had to fuck this bitch one time I caught her at the mall goin shoppin Shorty had six bags, strugglin and still coppin Cute face, slim waist, body proper Hair fell short to her shoulders, I had to stop her Shheeit, I had to add that to the roster And me leavin without that there was not a option Excuse me miss, please take no offense But I'm shoppin for a ladyfriend about your size I saw somethin that could be a 4, if you could try that on Shit, I could peep the fit before I buy it for her She smiled, and tried it on with no problem Stepped out lookin like The Next Top Model DAMN! I told the salesclerk to give me two And told ma for all your work, this one for you You keep it~! That'll be our little secret Now peep it, to make this long story shorter I ain't get shorty name 'til the next morning Once she grin, I'm in, game begin... Once she grin, I'm in, game begin... (Beanie Sigel:) Once she grin, I'm in, game begin Man you know that chick that time I said I had to stick that time I fucked the bitch about six times Now she on my phone every hour Cussin out her man, talkin 'bout he a coward Bitch please, she said that I'm all that she need Indeed, I showed her that I was built for speed I'm heavy, somethin like a '55 Chevy And they don't make my class no more, I'm quite sure I'm somethin she never had before, I'm that boy Cause once they grin, I'm in, game begin! Y'all dudes spit that same lame to them Please~! You niggaz ain't nothin like Sig' Man I run through these chickens like fresh white tees Keep 'em in check like fresh Nikes And once again, when they grin, I run 'em in Once they grin, I'm in, game begin - uhh! Once they grin, I'm in, game begin - uhh! Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind Once they grin, I'm in, game begin (Beanie Sigel:) I'm the master, I'm somethin like a pussy conniseur Faggot! You somethin like a pussy kind of whore Chit-chattin at bitches, yip-yappin with niggaz About this and that, how your chips be stacked I keep a bitch on her BACK! Put her face in the pillow You give a bitch all your TRAP! Keep your face in the middle Of her puss, while her mouth full of Cupids You useless! I abuse 'em then I lose 'em I'm +Ruthless+, but nothin like Eazy I keep a pocket full of Magnums, believe me I keep these whores chasin Short money, long conversation, they gets nathan You know the rules, a whore gets none Hard dick and bubblegum And I just chewed my last stick is where I'm comin from Once they grin, I'm in, game begin - uhh! Once they grin, I'm in, game begin - uhh! Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind Once they grin, I'm in, game begin |
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| 3:58 |
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Ay Lo, run to the fridge and pop that other bottle of Cris' homey
I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga Pour me up an ounce and a couple of th epurps (Beanie Sigel:) As I skate through the city in that black cuatro You fake Willies frontin like you got dough until I prove 'em it's not so I shine like a brand new penny from that Franklin Mint That black Masi', it don't make no cents/sense But to drive and make dollars, your pockets flat like tires Your money still ALL SLOW like new drivers I pop more than the collar You niggaz poppin cheap-ass bottles of Moet That bullshit Chandon, that little chick on your arm be long gone When she recognize a real don I'm in the club in the cut sippin on aged grapes Laughin at them brolic car thieves, in their slim-ass jeans and Bath' Apes Lookin half gay, halfway out of the closet You don't believe me, nigga ask Sway What the fuck is that? You niggaz need to be slapped Whoever co-signed bein a sucker wasn't stacked HHEH! (echoes) HHEH! (echoes) (Beanie Sigel:) Uhh, sit back, relax, let's rap for taste Track 10 from the fits, peep my old head face You see if real niggaz respect it, the squares gon' rep it I'm guessin, that's why this bullshit keep progressin But I ain't stressin, nigga class in session I'm here to teach you a lesson like KRS'n "Criminal, Minded, you've been blinded" Lookin for a nigga like Sig', you won't find it I'm a dinosaur~! You niggaz more like What I look for in a whore, heh, PUSSY! Nuttin more, nuttin less, I'm nuttin to second guess I'm him, point blank period, the end When I'm long gone, they gon' dig up my bones And study my poems and learn I was MORE than the gun in the song Even though I spit a gat Quicker than I spit a rap, now go 'head sonny, run along HHEH! (echoes) HHEH! (echoes) (Beanie Sigel:) Now when that sizzurp in my system, ain't no tellin Will I bust that four-fifth and, catch another felon' I'm a thug by blood, not just off drugs Even though I love, that purple mug UHH, drunk off syrup, perks and zanees Spit a word make a bird lose her skirt and her panties (and them panties) I know it's been a while, since I left a stain on your brain Gave you some game that you can gain from I'm here to end it now Break the cycle of that bullshit same ol' same, that these lames run It's a shame it's they names where they came from These niggaz fly-by-nights, they couldn't fly my kite Tie my shoes, lace my boots They money run short, they couldn't chase my loot Paper small like Coupes, I'm that Sport sittin butter soft He nothin but a boss - who? Me - Sig', but of course HHEH! (echoes) HHEH! (echoes) |
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| 3:44 |
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| 10. |
| 3:36 |
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(feat. Ozzy Osbourne)
(Verse 1:) Hail Mary full of grace I got the devil in my head again, my eyes blood shot red again.I thought I Escaped this trap, but I'm back smokin on a surface purple plat.Satan whispers, got me back on My dark liquor, that fire water killin my liver, the snake hisses in my ear I'ts a natural born fear, kill Em all full of tears? Is my mind playin tricks on me is that man in dat trench coat after me, I wake Up with my sheet soaked half a sleep, hearin 2pac's voice screamin blasphemy sayin come with Me c run quick c? Then I hear the voice of B.I.G., dyin ain't the shit but It's pleasent kinda quite But I don't buy It. (Chorus: Ozzy Osbourne) Day of Judgement God Is calling Underneath the war pigs crawling Begging mercy for the sins Satan laughing spreads his wings... Oh Lord Yeah (Verse 2:) Tarpped & ya done, ya? from the path of sooner? off the natural consumer, 5 prayers are Declared but I barely get to It, fornicating with these? my life is a ruins, It's hard to fight back tears When I'm in tune with my music banned from the? cause the occupation I'm choosin, I'm a Muslim by nature gangster by circumstance some sayin the workin man don't stand a chance And I'm a man & I ain't perfect but that's a pour excuse It ain't workin, a man once complained he Ain't have no shoes so he once met a man who ain't have no feet.They say prayer better to Sleep the earth shall belong to the meat? I try to be a mouth full a speech, knowing everythings Written and the clock is still ticking therefore I just pray that I'm prepared for... the day (Chorus) (Verse 3:) Our Father please show me the light my life ain't right, the devil got my head in a vice I can't Escape em he keep chasin, in the name of the most patient I rebuke the satan, causin trials and Revelations tryin to test my faith bringing? to my life with your whirling temptation let's say a payer For the souls that lost in the matrix, who ever eat of the fruit should forever dwell in the?, As I Walk through the valley I shall show no fear or forever dwell in the house as the hour torwards Near & as you call a long song I shall shed no tear but rejoice in your words cause the truth is Clear.They buildin up then they tearin down, revelations in effect here & now, I was terrified of Death but I don't fear It now, I was blind, dumb, & deaf but I hear it now do you hear me now... Good. (Chorus) |
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| 5:38 |
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| 12. |
| 3:19 |
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And I see no bravery
No bravery in your eyes anymore Only sadness And I see no bravery No bravery in your eyes anymore Only sadness, only sadness Dear self can I talk to you? I been trying to have this conversation for years But you won't listen Damn, are you that plain ignorant? You're so indignant Please come off that high chair you're sitting in Before you snatched from it or strapped to it Ya body used as a conduit, a thousand volts flow through you Ya life gone over something foolish Talking to you is so useless Ya head harder than them walls you'll be housed in soon Before ya body's embalmed then you lie in tomb Open ya ears, eyes and heart 'cause that hour's soon And the hour shall cometh when Ish Rahzel blows his trumpets The sky shall crack, the stars will plummet The sun will rise in the West, you'll drown in your own sweat And when that day shall be, I'll bet I'll see no bravery, no bravery And I see no bravery No bravery in your eyes anymore Only sadness Dear self can I talk to you? (Only sadness) Dear self can I talk to you? (Only sadness) Who are you to lecture me? You question me about my life and the choices I made? How dare you to place me in an early grave? Whoa, why you gotta talk to me in that fashion? You can bury me face down with an open casket This whole world can kiss mine Tell me what this life got to offer A crooked preacher and a church alter? A short speech and a long offering? A deep grave and a short coffin? Oh, I get it, you righteous now Well, let the truth be told You done smoke every blunt I rolled You done drove every car I stole Cooked up every crack I sold You done slept with every trick I laid Collected off every bet I made But I guess you done found Christ I ain't know He was missing Whoa, watch your blasphemy Man, I ain't asked to be, just let me live my life Now hold on, no, you listen You was there on every decision Whether it was right or wrong And now you trying to right my wrongs, you got some nerve You even give me a words I write in this song You see, my vision's much clearer It's not me but it's you that I see when I look in the mirror And you call yourself saving me? But it's through your eyes that I see no bravery, no bravery And I see no bravery No bravery in your eyes anymore Only sadness, only sadness Only sadness, only sadness |
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