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Beanie Sigel - So What You Saying lyrics
(feat. Memphis Bleek) [Chorus - Scratching w/ Background voice] [Beanie Sigel] 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 [Memphis Bleek] 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? [Chorus] [Sigel] 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? [Bleek] 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? [Chorus] [Sigel] 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 [Bleek] 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 So what you sayin? |
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