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    Beanie Sigel

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    Добавлена 2 марта 2013 пользователем Миша

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    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
    Real niggas don't say no names
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