(Beanie Sigel) (Verse 1) My hair was knotty then Nose- snotty then sweats, no pockets then sweatin', no problems then facts? Off the potty then News? Watchin karate then... Muddas playin double dutch, she was hop-scotchin' then Me- Girl watchin' then Crooked little eye. (eye) hump-back, tryna hump that yes I (I) Couldn't play because I'm poo They thought I was mockin them Gramz- Said I was devilish Been knew I was rotten then School- Been dropped out, neva really clockin' in Popz- Been dropped out, Neva really stoppin' in... Momz- tryna lock me out Cops- Tryna lock me in Damn, Devilish one with Pellet-guns, Grew from, Sling-shotin' them, (uh) To sling-shootin' them Dice all day, Kept hook shot- Nice all day Right hook fight Nice all day Nigga left for a night To keep money Right all day Break a night all day
(bridge) If you could look at me now (x2)
(Beanie Sigel (background)) If you could look at me now Let me smoke with you young'in
(Verse 2) Yo I was pop-lockin' -Then Card-board boxin -Then Me- I was up the center 3-D- lockin' in Strong-arm- Robbin then Started car- Poppin' in ME- Skinny toots, Telly boots, Marley Park and El Got in trouble with Passion Was from parkin them- Other Jacks, diffeferent sets Started sparkin him- I had the four-teen gauge, My nigga Larken then How it made front page, -He caught a spark from them He got gauged in his leg, Still was walkin' then 8-toss, shook it off Kept sparkin' them All heads aint help, -We had more heart then them We squashed that war, Got some wall, -Stayed apart from them Down in Iraq, they give me dap, I'm takin' pounds from clowns, You shake my hand like a grown man (grown man) Ya aint see it like Tony and old man, Mob-style ferreal, This is my life-style ferreal.
(bridge)
(Beanie Sigel (background)) If you could look at me now
(Verse 3)
...Now its big buisnesses, You see them big bentley-skids You see them Bee's on those shiny-ass Rims of his, You can't find him in the woods, With his kids with his Mob cookin breakfast with no S.W.A.T. A good day this is. You could bull-shit with rap if you want, I pull the bull-shit to the back And put rap in front. Now I'm State-Prop flickin' it State-Prop stitchin' it. I'm paper soldier yall, Your boy gettin' rich
I see a kids hair -knotty now.. They nose -snotty now So what I do, I try to turn they frown around I make 'em smile a day If only for a -while a day I give them dollar-day That's my ghetto -holliday I must say for myself I'm feelin proud today, My life is shaped Like I run about a mile a day I dedicate this to the one's that counted me out And looked at me down Just look at me now.
(speaking) I know yall see me Look at me now man I'm killin this shit Sheed, check your boy out man Your boy got buisnesses man I done came up on my own nigga I'm a ceo nigga Clothing line... cartoons, movies, name it nigga Bullshit with rap if you want, ...I'm a big-boy-toy driver nigga with unlaced airforce 1's with no license- Holla at me nigga. Yall can't tell me shit, look at me now.
You cannot be me (ha ha) Deke what I tell you! What I tell you! Look at they face now! You cats cannot be me it's only one me Look at they face now! Stupid! All of them! I'm not the second nobody , it's one me I told you it was gon happen! You can be that way if you want , it's me Now look at they face! Look at them crawlin on they knees! Sigel
(Beanie Mac) Why niggas can't never just play they part Gotta be the first ones that say they talk Say they shared , first ones to say they did Can't never be they self gotta play that kid You know the same young buck you let touch the coke And now that he come up he wanna cut your throat And you gave from the block , put em to your neck Now he givin you a glock puttin it to your neck You know that same bitch said don't fuck with him That nigga no good aint no trust in him Two days later see her in a truck with him Two years later now that bitch stuck with twins That nigga been broke why now she fuck his friends Got a lap dance in bars and touch them ends Time uncovered a veil over people's plots And the dumb shit they do to get on top
CHORUS: Nafeisa and Beanie Mac Everybody wants to be a star Everybody wanna be a star , don't wanna be who they are Everybody wants to be a star Every bitch wanna hop in your car , every hater wanna give you scars
(Beanie Mac) Man every fucking day , these no flow niggas Always in my face , with they promo niggas I thought I told y'all , I don't know Jigga I'm not Beanie Sigel , and I don't flow neither What happened to your keys and dreams of being cracklords Now it's Trinities , MP's and trackboards I switched my hustle to get this cream Now everybody and they mom wanna SPIT 16 I got niggas wastin they change to get in this game Like shit gon change when they get in this game You think it's just rhymes and beats Man this shit's stress time and heat , deadlines to meet Everybody wanna come cry to me , come spit they little lines to me You shouldn't of lied to me , naw dog you can't rhyme wit me Like you tied to me , like I don't see what you tryin na be
CHORUS (addition) Stop tryin na be a star, be who you are Maybe you will go a little far
(Beanie Mac) Man I aint gon lie I thought all the glitz was gold And like Jay (I watched the truth unfold) And now that I got a little time in with this rhymin I found out everything that shine aint a diamond Everything that come in a jar aint dro Aint no use you spittin them bars you can't flow Aint no use you gettin that R if it don't glow And aint no use you gettin a car if you can't go Get out the streets , haters will draw you back Like an automatic weapon that'll pull you back Load somethin in the brain just to see you snap I try to maintain but I see they trap See they plot , you can see me not You can be me not , niggas wanna see me bopped , see me locked See me in the block , send me shots , do anything to be on top
CHORUS: If you a playa , get it now like a playa Get it down like a playa , spit a round like a playa If you a playa , roll an ounce like a playa Get an ounce like a playa , bounce like a playa If you a playa , get it now like a playa Get it down like a playa , spit a round like a playa If you a playa , get an ounce playa , bounce , playa Bounce , bounce , bounce
(Beanie Mac) When I step in the club , bitches know my name I don't do alotta talkin bitches know my game Don't gotta buy alotta drinks bitches know my aim Y'all get them whores drunk just to get some brain When the Roc in the place , they go bezerk We make em bounce till they motherfuckin shoulders hurt Bitches lift up skirts , take off shirts Fine babysitters take off work Lose they jobs, panties , shoes and bras Niggas mad at us cuz they lose they wives I don't step up in the club without a weapon in the club Cuz niggas get drunk and kick crap up in the club That's why my tool be cocked , niggas mad cuz my shoes be blocked And my jewels be rocked If you a playa , you wouldn't be in my pocket If you a playa , you like it , you see it , you cop it
CHORUS
(AMIL) If you a playa , you got the three basic niggas Your trick your lick and your dick niggas The object never fall in love wit em Run to the malls and the clubs for them If you a playa , then you choose em like a playa Use em like a playa ,then you lose em like a playa I bet I'll still be they favorite bitch Some bought me ice , some paid for whips C'mon you know the rules in this playa shit Aint no such thing as a relationship If you a playa , get it now like a playa , get it down like a playa Spit a round like a playa If you a playa , roll an ounce like a playa , get an ounce like a playa , bounce like a playa If you a playa , bounce , bounce like a playa nigga, bounce , bounce
CHORUS
(Jay-Z) Jiggaman ya heard? If you a playa , will you pull up to the curb Niggas chicks fly the coupe when you pull up to them birds Why the fuck would you bring her When the rocks on that man got his whole hand lookin like ET's finger If you a playa , keep your cars with the year (year) Your watch game tight (tight) your hustle over there (uh-huh) Your house outta sight , your enemies close And your family tight and never try to make a ho your housewife
Chorus 2X Pac man, y'all niggas know my name It'll take a quarter key to survive in my game They call me Pac man, and ain't a damn thing change Even though I got signed I'ma still slang thangs
Verse 1 Ay yo I cop power pellets (and y'all call 'em bricks) I make little dots (and y'all chop rocks to flip) Before junior, they had me out on a chase Running from these ghost monsters y'all calling the jakes All I do is stack loot Run around and eat fruit And harass these lady cops named Pinky and Sue My whole life been a maze in a chase Can't keep still without these monsters on my back invadin my space I got two hitmen that'll bury U brothers They rule the underworld U know'em as the Mario brothers Straight cannons And won't hesitate to shoot U And they stay goin to war wit that latin King Koopa I got a worker named Frogger When I say jump he leap A highway boy who be runin the streets Wit that package Dodgin through traffic that's narrow And my nigga Donkey Kong bringin weed in by the barrels
Chorus 2X
Verse 2 (Missing Verse)
I take over blocks section by section Shake under cover cops and make 'em change direction They best bet is to relax and chill Sonic couldn't catch me I'm good at track and field I might run up in your spot When I'm runnin' from the cops
Sling work a Dime a dot A hundred a rock I give out cooked Yeah But I only get raw And I keep a nice stash in case I have a Pitfall I got a worker named turtle that be movin my snow He bring strait dough He just move it too slow I don't f**k with them crabs I had to blast those boys I caught them breakin down my rocks like asteroids Met ms. pac told she could go on a mission But first she got to let me put in pole position I wish I woulda knew then what I now know sooner Cause 10 towns later here come pac Jr.
Chorus 2X
Verse 3
I got drugs for every race, color, and creed I sling mushrooms to white boys in club Centipede Donkey Kong was gettin money from slinging weed I don't know why he wanna start a pie factory We can be partners That's murda, us connecting Wit the right blow And Burger Time doing the cheffin We can get doe Can't let the cops catch us And if it move slow (still stack blocks like tetris) Whoever don't wanna get down, they stupid Not the one to jump around these blocks like Q-bit Ain't nobody out there making no noise Wit they own route but that nigga Paper Boy We can take his stuff He ain't tough he a nut He always letting Dig Dug pump em up I pull a plug on 'em niggas if they don't wanna set it Game over niggas, I'll see you next credit
What up Sigel? Huh? Yeah Smash , scrape, scrape.... you know the game baby
CHORUS 2X: Beanie Mac and Memphis Who the fuck want what Me and Bleek charmed up , with your town under siege Diligent in the sleeve Who the fuck want what Me and Beans charmed up , got you niggas arms up My squad be armed up
(Memphis Bleek) This one's for the dogs with the 4-4 long You niggas bust shots but you throw yours wrong (yeah) Peep game , niggas leaves stain when it rain Damped and wont dry we thugs we won't cry (Beanie Mac) Ayo you know how we play dog , smash and scrape Pull them real tools out they won't blast them eights Trust me they start tellin who blast the weight Bleek a three time felon I'ma basket case (MB) You bout ta witness a dynasty like no other Who flow like Bleek , think , no other Who rhyme like Sigel , dog , no other It's Roc-a-Fella twin desert eagle no other (BM) Ayo we outshinin niggas , two of the finest niggas Got niggas like damn where'd Jay find them niggas Rock blocked diamonds niggas , that'll blind you niggas You know it's Cru Love , just thought we'd remind you niggas
Who the fuck want what Who the fuck want what Who the fuck want what Who the fuck want what Who the fuck want what Who want what Who the fuck want what Beans and Bleek , Roc baby , don't stop
(MB) Ayo I ride with the top down , high with the glock now War it don't stop now , Memph man hot now Niggas didn't want that I'm still where you pump at B. Sigel , M. Bleek , niggas can't front that (BM) Ayo nigga who want that , not a soul First week, no video , went gold Bases loaded , now I'm up to bat Witness the truth , niggas can't fuck with that (MB) Fuck those who disagree like these streets aint mine Like the Roc don't mean somethin , glock won't lean somethin (BM) Ayo like I won't pop up in fifty shot machine somethin Hit you from a half a block , infrared beam somethin Niggas don't want it with Mac , trust me Niggas wanna chill , roll up , and get blunted with Mac (MB) A then we swerve out , blowin herb out , you heard 'bout My 'bout it squad , niggas get rowdy and rob
CHORUS
(MB) Ayo you heard the title nigga , who the fuck want what My bullets you get em free who the fuck want one (BM) Ayo I still throw 4, 5, 6 , upset rookies Set up shop on Flushin , who you can't touch him (MB) I'm still on two birds , two blunts , too hurt Two of the biggets guns put two in your shirt (BM) You can still get two to your chest I'll show what a thug about and let them slugs spit out (MB) I'm that same cat all black crack in my palm Hop off the B. Franklin with gat in my palm (BM) Yo I still spit a thousand bars , still roam the resevoir with dogs I still wire your jaw (MB) And yeah I smoke weed , I don't give a you know Pop up on your block and hit it up in the Hugo (BM) To the streets all over , we spot you niggas Put your feet up Hova , we got you nigga
I speak the truth Truth, nothin but the truth Y'all know what I bring to the game I speak the truth The truth, nothing but the truth
(Beanie Mac) I hope you got an extra mic and a fire proof booth Cuz you know I'm known to metal wire too You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze I melt down cracks that's real to save Hit the studio, jars of dro, bars to blow B. Sigel with that arsenic flow Fuck that, don't hold me back I roll with crack, y'all cats told Mac to rap Y'all don't realize y'all released the beast untame Speech all flame, streets y'all blame It should be an honor for y'all to speak my name I could go before your honor sit and peep my game Gotta laugh, y'all acted like it spit it the same Why you motherfuckers can't get in the game I come from high school, and go straight to the league Who you know who can spit at the Sig
CHORUS 2X Nigga the truth, every time I step in the booth I speak the truth, y'all know what I'm bringing to you I bring the truth, you motherfuckers know who I be I be the truth, what I speak shall set you free Nigga the truth
(Beanie Mac) Aint nothin changed with Sig I'm still stuck in the kitchen So what I'm signed, that's fine still stuck in position You motherfuckers know me well, couple court cases from jail Couple 4-4 shells from hell Stuck on this mission, go home, my girl fussin and bitchin Motherfucker won't you change your life, I'm thinkin Motherfucker won't I change my wife Ignorant bastard laughin like fuck the rap shit It's just another hustle, another way for niggas to touch you Now they know the face of Beans Now they, see my face on screens and I aint even chase this dream I feel sorry for those who did Y'all niggas can't stop the boar, whether rock or raw I'm slingin coke in a rock valor You niggas know what block I'm on, glock in palm You wanna get shot, karate chopped or stabbed this song Motherfucker
CHORUS
(Beanie Mac) Black Friday management, and Roc's the label And I still hit you niggas with shots that's fatal That bullshit vest can't save you I had a doc open you up from chest to navel See my face on cable, and have flashbacks of that cold ass table And them hoes I gave you I'm that nigga that'll come and pour salt in your wound At the hospital, while the cops guardin your room You gotta see what I've seen, look where I've looked Touch what I've reached, and take what I've took You gotta go where I've gone, walked where I've walked To get where I'm at to speak what I've talked You gotta lay where I've laid, stay where I've stayed Play where I've played to make what I've made You gotta move what I've moved, use what I used Use tools how I use, use fools how I use
Excuse me, ma'am can you help me I need to place an ad with you today No ma'am tomorrow may be too late I'd like to have it started right away
What's that, no this is personal I'm not buying or selling anything Yes ma'am, I know just what to say I wrote it down, this is how it should read
Wanted one good hearted woman To forgive imperfection in the man that she loved Wanted just one chance to tell her How much he still loves her He can't be sorry enough
What's that, no that's all I want to say I just hope these few lines will get to her Yes ma'am, she means everything I hope she comes back when she reads these words
(Beanie Sigel) Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us join us Keep heaters on us, with red lasers Now far warning, short shots won't graze ya We hug corners, play blocks like gators With bundles on, serve tre's like waiters It's the life we chose, the hustle Can't stop it, can't knock it Half the profit get flown out Vegas Me and my niggas tryna break tables Stack chips like Connect 4 While you pricks try and whip, tryna stretch more Charge less for, that ain't the program Get'cha lessons from the snowman Like Pillsburry I get the dough man I'll off ya head for a slice of bread I keep my word and I'm true to my peeps Gimme a bird and my crew 'gon eat I'm over the stove like +Cuban Linx+ Breakin down +Cash Money+ like +Baby+ do You niggas soft like baby food 'Round the world niggas pay me dues While you niggas sing the same old song like Sadies do (Jay-Z: same song) Grown man, nigga baby who? I send you shots from the baby zoo Old game like Grady fool, propane flow flame you dudes No names don't claim ya shoes
Once again it's on nigga Sigel hard like corn liquor I take you out this world like you was born nigga Butt-naked, covered in blood, gaspin for air, clingin for dear life Nigga you dead right?
(Jay-Z) Since you was a baby, coward We been sprinklin the world with baby powder +So Fresh and So Clean+ Been an +OutKast+ since I was a teen But I outlast, cause I outblast anybody you bring Young, you got it the prophet I told yall niggas then I showed yall niggas You +Can't Knock It+ Don't get carried away you a mute nigga (mute nigga) Where was you nigga? I was doin this here like Mary J. Like +Every Day+, It was true nigga
(Beanie Sigel) They can't question what we do Jigga
(Jay-Z) Once again it's on Young run through you niggas, like a glitch in the computer nigga I'm the shit I'mma sewer nigga, This is Jay everyday, no days off Ferris Bueler nigga
(Beanie Sigel) B Sig Fred Kruger niggas, nightmare ya medulla nigga You scared? Cause I glue with Jigga He said "Sig' you that nigga" couldn't see his vision But then he drew the picture, like a compository sketch Said if Sig stay honest I'll deposit you a check It's a secret society, all we ask is trust No G-Money shit, all we gots is us (we all we got) True indeed, yes, more better, yes More chedder, S-P chain, jeans, and sweaters Movies, cartoons, labels, etcetera Fill in the blanks and drop blocks like Tetris or Get off the block run south with M. Betha From my block to your block shout out to M-Extra (Memphis Bleek: Who the fuck (fuck) want (want) what) None of you niggas It's B Sig prick I'm done with you niggas...
Once again it's on Fuck we ain't through with niggas, twin towers here to ruin niggas You couldnt break up the towers with Tom Donivich Or Osama bombin' shit We slay niggas with 'K's, we the drama men Get it right young scrap don't even try it boy (boy) You rather slide down a razor blade slidin board I'm a livewire, hoolahoop barbwire Run through hell with gasoline draws on You can't mute me put the pause on My gun shoot like fast-foward's on You dress cute when the wars off What you doin dog you playin wit it You make ya bed right you layin in it You keep your share tight, you stayin in it You bringin niggas where ya kids sleep I sing to niggas while the kids sleep Roc-a-bye mothafucka I hope you high mothafucka Ready to die mothafucka Who shot ya? Seperate the weak from State Prop to Kids squash beef and rep the streets
(Jay-Z) Once again it's on nigga, bring the drama to ya lawn nigga Tell ya momma bye bye get ready to mourn sista, it's a See what you got here is a full blown twista You nothin but hot air, it's not fair The reason while we lead the pack, this is a marathon You start off fast, then you wheezin in the back So even if I slack I got enough leeway to put out +The Reason+ by the +Mac+ Philadelphia Freeway and I'm back, without leavin and I'm here But you can't see him, I gave you +The Blueprint+ but you can't be him So no matter what you been told and the records you sold Deep inside you know that it's only one Hov Young veto, voice of the young people If my life was a movie then +Sigel+ 'gon be the sequel We bring it to ya door with Bleek peekin through ya peekhole And don't get scared nigga, alert ya people
(Beanie) Yeah, uh it's all good now It's all good now We out the hood now It's all good now We out the hood now We out the hood now It's all good now We out the hood now It's all good now, NU
Who thought we'd see the day when we'd put our feet up Lay back, exhale, put the heat up No stress, no scale, no jail could keep us Only case we catching now would be a misdemeanor Remember we used to hustle thinking life would cheat us Not knowing if we struggled life would treat us Think on how mommy carried us Where life gon lead us? Knowing if we getting married Our wife will need us If at one time you could look into my mind When I close my eyes and remember them times No gas, had a hot plate heat our dinners No cash, most nights ate sleep for dinner Welfare and white landlord, that life ain't easy The only ones moving up was George and Weezy All my sugar water babies who live in autos, it's crazy Keep it in the dark, I'mma speak it from the heart
(Eve) Remember dem days Livin' all days in doubt Remember dem days Thinking there's no way out Remember dem days Not knowing which way to route It's all good now We out the hood now Remember dem days All of us under the covers Remember dem days Heating up the house with the oven Remember dem days Thinking that life ain't love us, come on It's all good now We out the hood now
(Beanie) Remember kids who run the block You never thought they would get harmed Only time our block got wet was when the sprinklers were on Think about that time dawg that wasn't long Now that we got kids think when we was born Coming up in my hood was hard Every day my mom cooked with lard Fucked up I couldn't feed myself Living life no means of wealth Eating shit I can't believe myself That's not a joke Man I was dealt these cards and I played dem out Yeah the road was rough but I made a route Now picture running extension cords from your neighbor's house To get lights, fuck Max on the latest routes Used to close my eyes try to fade it out Dumb niggas in the hood think I made it out Man that showed me just where they mental at And tell me half of these cats ain't been through jack
(Eve) Remember dem days Livin' all days in doubt Remember dem days Thinking there's no way out Remember dem days Not knowing which way to route It's all good now We out the hood now Remember dem days All of us under the covers Remember dem days Heating up the house with the oven Remember dem days Thinking that life ain't love us, come on It's all good now We out the hood now
(Beanie) Yo every day I think Deke and Rola >From introducing me to Dame and Hovah Ever since that day I met Jay Man I knew my pain was over They let me in this game it's over Mom I know I put you through hell But now I'm gonna order you heaven No more temporary layoffs like Florida Evans Ain't no good times about dat there Your boy rhyme now, it's fine now We out dat there Fuck that Access car I'mma work extra hard To turn that into a platinum express car You can have sweet dreams at night Your boy ain't out there with dem toys and them pings at night All dem cracks and the gats left that life alone It's the tracks and the raps and the microphone Wish y'all would fuck that up now Shit it's all good now We out the hood now
(Eve) Remember dem days Livin' all days in doubt Remember dem days Thinking there's no way out Remember dem days Not knowing which way to route It's all good now We out the hood now Remember dem days All of us under the covers Remember dem days Heating up the house with the oven Remember dem days Thinking that life ain't love us, come on It's all good now We out the hood now
(Beanie Sigel Court casin.. Third felony facin No probation My heart racin like a blunt lacin Hennessy and malt liquor chasin My gemstar scarrin niggaz faces For a pound of trey eight and.. I throw bullets like Dallas Troy Aikman The callous on my index stay achin Niggaz stay hatin Got me late night pacin I'm tight boot lacin Mask on like I'm Jason Shoot up shit like Larry Davis You play the pulpit like Pastor Mason Turn cheek like Martin Luther I'm like Oswald sharp-shootin Got my eyes on my mark in the dark shootin Beam illuminate the target movin Get your organs ruined Move out like SWAT move in Got them niggaz on the back-block rootin For the bad guy.. Playground legend like Sadait(?) P. Kirkland...My MP state workin Shootin-arm stay jerkin My Nextel stay chripin Can't answer cause the feds lurkin Its like we catchin cancer on purpose Back to back chain smoking, nicotine feinin Conversation with demons when I'm dreamin Manic-depressive Like the man upstairs tryin to pass me a lesson But I can't catch it The game under break the pressure They miss my presence
(Chorus 2X: Sparks) We still not promised tomorrow Takin the bitter with the sweet up in these cold ass streets We got lifestyles through our scars We ride hard til our numbers get called The lifestyle of a hustler...
(Sparks) I'm feelin like deaths in the air Got me back to back buckin my squares But I ain't bitchin I ain't scared I ain't budgin, in fact the thrill alone turns me on Got me smiling, laughin...Clutchin My toast and confrontin mother fuckers Cock-a-roaches will not catch me laughin Skinny and slim fram y'all get it the same Cool niggaz that'll spin out they waves Grimey niggaz that'll spin to they graves Justifyin my foul ways I got kids to raise But motherfuckers rather see me sprayed Than to see me pair (fucker) Or see me on the front page like Sig Or stay rolled DC with B. Sig You bitch niggaz stay PC when y'all see me Until the day that they Fit me in the grave and the city wreak of me We got the city under siege S-P or R-O-C Poverty is a movie starrin me Ride with no play the passenger seat So y'all can see how my life so real So y'all can see how my life so ill (I came to chill..)
(Chorus)
(Oschino) Tales of a hustler that's me in the flesh Got a Jag and a Caddy sellin dimes of the step Niggaz wanna take my block I had to earn my respect So I put his cerebellum on his grandma's steps You know Oschino he'll probly kill Got the soul of Huey Newton nigga Bobby Seale Nigga prolly take the stand he'll prolly squeal But I got four lawyers I ain't takin the deal (Nigga) We could strap without scrap or put the semi in it Gun fully loaded like the Chrysler with the hemmy in it I keep it ghetto like a 40 with the Henny in it Went to school broke loafers on no pennies in it Stood the coldest winter with the bummiest coat Need food need shoes sold dummies of soap Got tired of bein broke man life was a bitch They bring you flowers when you head but no soup while you sick So I switched my whole picture get involved with the bricks Not the ones made of semen but the ones who sniffs Tales of hustler, niggaz come for your jugular If you sell one bag to they mother fuckin customers State P we got the city on smash Got every boulevard every street every ave Got sneakers got clothes nigga you do the math Push to hustle but the point is just to stack that cash Tales of a hustler....
(Peedi Crack) Uh Uh huh Uh Huh Uh I'll box your fuckin' head off Who gon' knock the kid off? None of y'all which one of y'all come try me I'll body little homeboy silence that sound boy Come challenge me please I promise you a homi' And I'm dipping in a bonnie' and I'm fresh out the county And I just taught my mami how to shoot a lil' tool So I hate for you to run up get one up in your stomach That's one less bullet from my hundred shot UZ' Put your finger in your gun shot wound Run to spittle and tell 'em P Crack not COOL He on that shit that 'ill make a dead man move Stop train, airplanes fall dawg you gon' LOSE I'm on my twist you on my list I bring the wop out of the spot it's on like shit That nigga crack back and imma pop off my blick That nigga Mack back you need to hop off our dicks (BRAATT)
(Beanie Sigel) Fresh out the federal cases I got several About four or five just had to settle two They said I try to show a nigga what the metal do But didn't succeed the nigga still breath Attempt please I would of hit him in his peas With the Mac with the beam that got back in the breeze Only clap from the neck up I'd let the heck-lar plug 'em I don't think they made Kevlar scullys fuck it I should of let the AR touch him cuffed him To the bumper drug him two city blocks The juice in me and the henny shot Four perks' and a ?hitter ock? You shoot first if you get the drop Your deuce work if you hit the spot Lose the nurse some one get the doc' Remove his shirt his pressure drop Check his vital sign his hemorrhaging finish him FLATLINE
(Hook - Beanie Sigel & Peedi Crack) Load it up roll up BLAT boy flat boy (flatline) Slow up all that rap 'ill get that boy clapped boy (flatline) Oh no here we go another (flatline) P crack B mack is back boy (flatline) Get him up outta here rrring yea (rring yea) Don't get plugged to that machine yea (machine yea) Hold up he losing air (flatline) Am I clear? (am I clear?) (Flatline) yea (flatline)
(Beanie Sigel) B seig'll squeeze the eag' on you, P crack let the Mack rrring on you Paramedics breath over you Machines gotta breath for you Your faggot ass squad wouldn't bleed for you Get flatlined I'm the wrong one Short temper with a long gun My blick longer that a W.I.C. line Niggaz snitch when the law come You better run when the boy come
(Peedi Crack) RRRRIING!! P crack'll test his aim on you B mack just bang on you Flesh just hang on you And I don't know what u been told But when my Mac unload I'm guaranteed to turn a nigga cold Got ten shots for the present and the top Risin' off Porsche eleven about seven stops Get back on this gat I throw it for my pop I'm not lying don't get your ass flatline
I'm trying to climb the stairways to heaven like Led Zepplin Find that polished treasure like Ellie Levert I do my dirt so my kids see heaven on Earth But the pain on my heart it weighs heavy it hurts Hope you see my good intentions for whatever its worth Through self conviction when I mention my intentions in verse Like a preacher or a deacon when he's speaking in church Know there's a lesson that I'm teaching If you seeking my verse Like the shock of the hour be a grievous thing Like the dropping of them towers man its plain to see That them cowards can't sing the song believers sing They rather march and hold hands like ML King The nigga in me like Malcolm Little said 'All Means Necessary' So by all means I'm armed and my weapons ready I got my lessons ready Hoping I learn them before I'm laid to rest and buried Have mercy on me
(Chorus - sung) Please have mercy on me Oh Lord, please have mercy on me
Pressure bust pipes, pressure can also make a diamond Pressure can bust a man wrestling with his conscience His self-accusing spirit of his past (But I know Allah's mercy is greater than his wrath) So in that I not only pray for me I pray for he My dear brother Robert help him with his problems And the bumps and grinds And the evil things and thoughts that run through his mind Take a hand of my sister J. Blige As I listen to her life go down watching her life spin round On them records every track she singin prayer Give her "No More Drama" let her "Rainy Days" be clear Receiving signs from Osama that the days is near When babies is baby mommas, man them days is here And beings that them days is now I pray that Allah have mercy when my day come round
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(sung w/ ad libs) We need your mercy, I need your mercy For my soul, for my soul
They say change gone come but its a long time comin my legs tired hundred million miles runnin on life's treadmill runnin in place but still i run wit the race i think back on my wonder years food stamps shorts of wonder bread my mom dukes young, wild, loose learned a less i got my truths from the older heads u went 2 church n took a different route u got ya truths from out the bishop mouth i drunk the juice that turn dish about dem double duces turned my system out and them zanies and the weed too fuck it i'm still here
(Rell) though its hard in the ghetto dont you let go cause a change gone come said a change gone come i know your tired of the waitin hold ya patients cause a change gone come yeah i know it is
What it like the big houses the cars the dog pickett fence and you his wife but depict this life you know them FEDS got them pictures right i know ya stressed baby girl feel what you going through cause if they kick in that door you know you going too cause every thing in ya name from the phone bill to the deed on the house i gotta find a way to ease out but you cant you feel trapped you think back was it really worth it this lifestyle could you really afford it you then lost 4 lives yours and the 3 you aborted
(Chorus: repeat 2X) Oh daddy You know you make me cry.. How can you love me? I can't understand why..
(Beanie Sigel) That's what they yellin when they grab me Eyes are swellin, cryin, tryin to stab me Once they realize they can't have me When I leave 'em try to let 'em down easy like I snatch your heart so easy like Valentine Can't get caught up in that loop again Never letting Cupid in Boo you buggin ain't no time to be lovin Man the grip on my pistol only thing I be huggin It's mack daddy not your daddy mack Bitch you got it criss-crossed (scrap) I ain't havin that I can't have your back Look how you act when I had your back Picture me havin that back to back I pimp proper like shrimp-lobster Check out my pimp-posture Even my limp proper, mama I can't help what's runnin down your face I moved your ass into that furnished place Like you earned that space
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(Beanie Sigel) God damn baby you had me All the twirlies in the caddy used to take it back gladly We was tighter than Tommy Buns and Keesha You cleant my guns, count my ones, bagged the reefer Shit I thought you was the one - you was my bitch The one that never snitched Taught you how to bust a fifth, shit I taught you how to push a whip Taught you how to suck a dick Taught you how to fluff a brick But you got more drama than a B-mama Got me goin through the motions like C. Thomas With the bullshit, he say she say The bitch is mad cause my jams kick like Eastbay Mad cause they mans got they kicks on replay How you drop from celebrity status Pushin Bent to niggaz in celebrity wagons In them sucka type Jags Now you fuckin type mad
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(Young Chris) Oh mommy its so sad We had it together You had it whenever That's yo bad You fucked up It wasn't meant to be You lucked up Told me at the end don't trust her See that's when all the bullshit started That's what three me in reverse, counter-clockwise In my mind I swore that we would work But I guess that I was wrong Ran into a dead end Unfaithful bitch You fucked the nigga I was blazin with Fugazied shit It wasn't him it was the paper shit Nowadays its all about the latest shit That or they favorite...car Or get paper from ball Unless your label all that And you labeled as stars Makin the millions Got them bitches willin to do Whatever it takes Takin it off or willin to screw Whoever I bring Guess it's a celebrity thing But I was never ashamed I was blessed with the game
(Deep Voice) Caution Do Not Mix Wit Alcohol It May Cause Drowsiness Keep Out Of Reach Of Small Children
(Verse 1: Beanie Sigel) I Roll It Back, Crack A Dutch, Have A Sizip Get Introduced To This Drink That I Sizip Promethazine, Wit Codeine? Thats My Twizist It Might Lean U To The Left, Or Make U Izitch The ProMeth Wit The Tuss Some Like The Mizix According To They Physics, & How They Wanna Dizip Yo Be Careful, It Aint Ya Ordinary Liquid The First Time U Sip It, U Mite Get Addicted Matter Of Fact, I Know Ur Gonna Get Addicted Cause Its So Sweet.Life Liquid, Plus Its Good For Ur Sickness I Used To Watch My Uncle Sip It Goin Through His Act In My Grandmothers Kitchen Head In His Lap, Grandmom Bitchin Pocket Full Of Scrap, Plus Scratchin & Itchin Back When They Sip Brom and Smoked Cheeba Took ?? This One Is For My Real Mug Mixers Who Get Screwed Up, My Thick Juice Sippers Shout Out, To My Man Lil Flip Big Mo, Project Pat & The Whole Three 6 Yea I Know About Them Texas Boys Who Keep A Liter In The Cup, & A Heater In The Tuck Think The (X)anax & The Endo Sack, Make Me Slack? Cocktailed Or V'd Up, Gettin Swiss Cheesed Up
(Chorus : Rell) Please Dont Blow My Highhhhhhhhh (Blow My Highhhhh) When Im Sippin That Purple Rainnnnnn (Beanie:) Dont Blow My High Trust Me U Dont Know My Life) Nigga Dont Blow My Highhhh, Dont Blow My Highhhhhhh When Im Tippin That Purple Rainnnnnn I Know It May Sound Crazy, It Keeps Me Lazy...
(Verse 2: Bun B) Way Back In 94 When Screw Still Had His Gate Up He Called Me Over To His House & He Poured Me A 8 Up I Asked Him What It Was He Said Bun Get Ya Weight Up This Is Lean, Them White Folks Call It Promethazine Shit But We Gonna Call It Drink Dawg Cuz Thats What We Be Doin To It Now Take This Big Red & Pour About A 2 Into It I Said 2's & 8's, What The Fuck Is U Trippin On? He Said Man That's The Ounces Of Cough Syrup That U Sippin On So Shit I Poured It I Sipped It, Then I Sipped Some Mo I Fired Up A Green Monster, & I Hit That Ho Started Relaxin, Shit & To My Surprise I Was Noddin Off Lookin At The Back Of My Eyes They Tried To Wake Me Up But Shit I Just Kept Yawnin I Fell Out Of My Chair & Woke Up There The Next Mornin God Bless My Nigga, Cause Its Then I Been Spawned On My White Muddy Cup of Texas Tea, That R
(Chorus : Rell) Please Dont Blow My Highhhhhhhhh (Blow My Highhhhh) When Im Sippin That Purple Rainnnnnn (Beanie:) Dont Blow My High Trust Me U Dont Know My Life) Nigga Dont Blow My Highhhh, Dont Blow My Highhhhhhh When Im Tippin That Purple Rainnnnnn I Know It May Sound Crazy, It Keeps Me Lazy...
(Verse 3: Beanie Sigel & Bun B) (Beanie:) I Roll It Back, Crack A Dutch, Have A Sizip Get Introduced To This Leaf In My Spliziff No Stems, No Seeds, No Stizzicks The Ultimate, Experience Like Jimi Hendrix I Like To Roll Up, Cowboy Tradition Or Burn A Peace Pipe, Insights Like The Injuns Or Burn A Big Spliff, Bob Marley Style Buffalo Soldier, Rastafari Style Smokes On Pizurp (Bun B:) We Sipz On Syzurp) Get It By The 8, By The Pint (Bun B:) Or By The Kizurp) Some Might Take Ya High, Or A Down (Bun B:) Or A Bizurp) Whatever U Can Stand, Floats Ur Boat (Bun B:) Makes Ya Twizurp) Yes I Fucks Wit U If U Smoke On Green (Bun B:) Or Sip On Lean) Yea Whatever, Click Or Teen (Bun B:) Strip For A Scene) Nigga Burn A Spliff One Time (Bun B:) Take Me & Swing Ya Big Body Benz & Ima Swing Mine)
(Chorus : Rell) Please Dont Blow My Highhhhhhhhh (Blow My Highhhhh) When Im Sippin That Purple Rainnnnnn (Beanie:) Dont Blow My High Trust Me U Dont Know My Life) Nigga Dont Blow My Highhhh, Dont Blow My Highhhhhhh When Im Tippin That Purple Rainnnnnn I Know It May Sound Crazy, It Keeps Me Lazy...
(Bun B) Dedicated To Real Syrup Sippers Boys Wit Big White Cups Man They Doin It Mayn and 10 Years Plus Dedicated to that mayne Screw, my boy Fat Pat, my boy Big Steve my boy Big Melo R.I.P. them boiz poured up real big when they were here, you what i'm sayin wassup young pimp we miss you mayne come on home i'mma pour a pint just for you .................etc. Screwed Up Click, we in here manye hold up, I promise i'm throwed hold up, wassup young wee, the fingerz in here baby ey ya'll gonna have to cut this off..I can't do nothing
Ma! I think it's safe to say You ain't seen a playa lay this way Or playa game this way Wit a attitude, like - and ya don't stop
Aficionado, so fashionable Wit a confident swagger, international Game so tight the girls had to go And you don't stop!
(Verse - Beanie Sigel) Hah! sicka than your average Money too long can't stash it In the closet or the mattress Paper, stretch like elastic Checks from advances, the bank can't cash it So the price for that, never ask it Just sign my name or pop plastic Hating ass cops wanna harrass em Searching for a glock in the pocket of his fashion Bitches wit SP stitches on they asses And they left breast (yes!) Let's get dressed and toast to the occasion Cops couldn't page em, flow so amazing, hot like cajun You fucking wit the champ Pop corks on champ' like I just took the chip Nigga took the stand when he coulda took the 5th Yeah eat a dick wit AIDs on the tip, keep my name off ya lips Not guilty!
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(Verse - Beanie Sigel) I said I'm sicka than your average Keep three shooters like the Mavericks Short to the point like Nash is, fucking wit a savage Niggaz press they luck, get bucked like ashes Three piece suits, linen fabrics Three quarter croc, sharper than a pastor B Sig bring the light to the masses Of these rap bastards, who gives street passes One shooting can lead to three caskets Jump suits, state boots, at least three stabbings You softer than a Reebok Classic Folding under pressure when confronted by them badges I was taught stay low and keep blasting Po only know questions that was answered Keep a number on the high price lawyer It's five ways now days, everybody saw ya
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(Bridge - repeat 2x) (SD) Now let's toast to the man, that when he get out That he gon do them thangs that he rap about A true playa Pha-real (Pharrell) (BS) Haters stay out my face And know that thing still by my waist
(Verse - Beanie Sigel) Once again I'm sicker then 'em all Niggaz see C's start shitting in they drawers When I kick in the door, stop the blood clot crying Wipe the piss off the floor The ape is back, my gate is cracked My jumpsuit and my cuffs is off Yeah I'm back on them bricks Raise your cups and raise your glass And let's toast to the boy B Mack, yeah I'm back in the mix!
(Intro - Peedi Crack) P., P. Crack Cocaine B., B. Mack is back Chad, Chad West on track
(Chorus 1 - Peedi Crack) I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my b-boy Beans And my S.P. chain gang, doin the damn thing I Gotta Have It! Don't forget my boogie with beam That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
(Verse 1 - Peedi Crack) Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle finger hang Ain't nothin changed my name, P. Crack Cocaine (P. Crack Cocaine) Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine ain't clean No one to blame but Peedi and a nigga I mean (nigga I mean) Ten stacks, Crack come to the club and do the thing You ain't got that, I'm in the crib fixin my bricks Style back, that's the method-zine About to get your four stressed So I can whip back on the whole sixteenth
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(Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel) B. Mack, seat back, S.P. intact You see me with Crack, we strapped What's the reason for that? (What's the reason for that?) (I Gotta Have It!) I need that, that Philly-boy clap Hit you niggas in your back, send the rest in your hat (send the rest in your hat) Stay strapped with the mack, with the hoodie too tall stack The aim all that, when I flame you get all that (you get all that) Me Boy Mack fuck with cracks since tall cats (It's the chain gang!) Gang bang! I suggest ya'll fall back
(Chorus 2 - Twista and Peedi Crack) I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my boy B. Sige And the S.P. chain gang for doin the damn thing I Gotta Have It! Don't forget the rrring rrring That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
(Verse 3 - Peedi Crack) Chain gang, lickey with the ban Quickly spit it rrring Sickey Rickey get his ziggy bang Snitchin on the gang (gang) Don't forget you get that Uncle Midi Get him for his chain Simply give him a chitty bang, sit him in a cling (cling) No name, no blame, Mack 10 no aim Hi-lo, rhino, put your body in pain No play no games, 'fore blow your brain Bo range me after the show, you know of course I Gotta Have my...
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(Verse 4 - Beanie Sigel) State Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the glock Catch a nigga whippin in the kitchen cookin in the pot Pursue it then might crack you (smack you), hit him with the glock (When you hear that!) Then you know here come the cops What up, wait, stop, fuck the cops! Got the baby uzi whop, turn your cruiser to a drop (cruiser to a drop) Get off the block 'fore SWAT surround the spot We be locked in a box, three hots and a cot (I can't have it!)
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(Verse 5 - Twista) The may-or of Chi, this ain't even ain't no kings and queens Fixin to hurt from us when you jerk us, we Merciless like Ming Twista and Beanie greedy like Peedi make the gun go rrring When you look at the thing, give me the bling Hand me the chain and the ring Baller in the bubble, blowin bubble, always actin up When trouble feel the double barrell of a double platnium thug Clappin, ready for some action, and I'm going to empty the crib I rep for the Roc and the State Property clique Homey, you can't do shit Throw a finger up, give me love, Remi in the club When they see these thug, in a circle, snort the 50s up Range Rov, 24 inch, blacked out bulbs Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul pole Creeping on niggas trying to test me in the black drop top Pull up and let the booper go bop, bop-bop Treat you, in the wind, to my borough, blowin on my back And do the same to any nigga that's tryna take what I got I Can't Have It!
(Outro - Peedi Crack) It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic Se pone, se pone, se pone muy difcil Se pone, se pone, se pone muy difcil Se pone, se pone, se pone muy difcil Se pone, se pone, se pone muy difcil Chain gang, gang bang P., P., P., P. Crack Cocaine B., B. Mack is back Chad, Chad West on track Now let's go!
