Wsup!
Wsup!
Wsup!
[Beanie Mac]
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 pump D 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
Hook: repeat 2X
Stop, I know you cats livin a lie
You niggas rats you aint 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 aint 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 c*** I'm buryin one
I'ma dress in all stash this year, whenever I'm near
From the First Union, to Madison Square
Stop, chill, 'cause I know y'all niggas like Mac fuckin that track
Let me show you somethin dog it aint 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 aint 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
Hook 2X
New shit Wsup! Wsup! Wsup! [Beanie Mac] 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 pump D 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 Hook: repeat 2X Stop, I know you cats livin a lie You niggas rats you aint 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 aint 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 c*** I'm buryin one I'ma dress in all stash this year, whenever I'm near From the First Union, to Madison Square Stop, chill, 'cause I know y'all niggas like Mac fuckin that track Let me show you somethin dog it aint 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 aint 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 Hook 2X Explain Request ×
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