- Beanie Sigel Stop, Chill 歌詞
- Beanie Sigel
- New ******tWsup
WsupWsupStop, chill, relax, and let this ****** sigel flow
I know you cant believe the flow, you cant cope
I flow *** *
Like a key ya blow
You like naw, beans, same ****** from 21st and sigel street
When its beef people let them desert eagle speak
So whoever, wherever
I dont care where we meet
Stop, chill, dont talk ******t sideways outta your mouth
I will slap spit sideways outta your mouth
****** ** ****s talk indirect it dont matter
When you got snitch ******s right in your set
Thats why
I know where you ******s sling coke and pumped 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
Stop, I know you cats livin a lie
You **** **s rats you aint willin to die
Chill, I spit it for my ******s keepin it street
Keepin they steel, all my ******s keepin it real
Stop, I know you cats livin a lie
You ******s rats you aint willin to die
Chill, I spit it for my ******s keepin it street
Keepin they steel, all my ******s keepin it real
Its still vex in the game tryin na earn respect
I got the best of out and yall aint heard ******t yet
You can shuffle up the cards
Ima learn the deck
When I do the game is mine, man
Im aimin high
******s talk about guns dont be carryin none
Every two hammers
I **** Im buryin one
Ima dress in all stash this year, whenever
Im nearFrom the first junior, to
Madison ******
Stop, chill, cuz
I know yall *** ***s like
Mac ****** that track
Let me show you somethin dog it aint nothin for
MacIt come all natural like
Im bustin my gat
Or Im stuck in a spot cru******n the crack
Got ice in a pot, fluffin the crack
Takin backs to the block so dont stuff in them packs
Doin life on the roc aint nothin ****** with that
Me, jail, dog, you can put me under the ground
Where Im from all my ******s they from under the ground
You can hear us when we come its 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
Stop, I know you cats livin a lie
You ******s rats you aint willin to die
Chill, I spit it for my ******s keepin it street
Keepin they steel, all my ******s keepin it real
Stop, I know you cats livin a lie
You ******s rats youaint willin to die
Chill, I spit it for my ******s keepin it street
Keepin they steel, all my ******s keepin it real
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