[Beanie Sigel]

Yo, Roc-A-Fella
Beanie Mac
Against all odds entertainment
E.G., Black Friday, Sadiq
My North Niggas, South Philly Niggas, South West where yall at?


Check, Check, Uh, Check...
You was never known for gettin money nigga
you was only known for gettin other niggas money, nigga
we aint no joke, yall a bunch of funny niggas
we throw that shit on.. yall a bunch of funny niggas
roc-a-fella pop bottle wit every meal
pop hollows outta heavy steel
sling.. cock to models out in beverly hills
trucks, drops, monitors in every wheel
inherited hustlers habits
lust to bust the matics
got a love for carets like the raspity rabbit
my squad get the utmost, never disrespected
yall think yall off the hook? we disconnected
i look at yall lames see yall aint no threat
same dudes at dice games that be like no bet
if you aint gonna lay it all, what you come for?
ranchy nigga, benz my old head young bul
harrassin me, every time i look up
like im master p and i got the fuckin hookup
got yall niggas shook up
when yall see me in the rover
wit the god mc, he, Jay Hova
majored in the game cause the game is major
yall aint gettin no paper, yall 8 ball shavers
cube lay baggers, them late night stragglers
type to get a lot ones to make mit fatter
save the chit chatter fo yo lip get fatter
shit get shattered...it dont matter
i bring it to you ak, any level that you want
i keep a 4 4, and a shovel in my trunk
quick to say pass the gat
blast some caps, hit you in ya ass and back
put you in a casket, black
im frome deuce 1, where niggas pack deuce guns
shoot sons, knock out teeth and bruise gums
deuce 1, the mayor where the players dwell fuck a weigh sale
we bag bricks in 12-12
if money talk you shouldnt utter a word
what you know bout weighin up and cuttin the bird
4 cars 8 niggas, buttoned up furs
5 grand a week spent puffin on erb
only cuss in my words when its stress on the nerve
use the gun wit the bird undressin you herbs
hit doubles, lil joe is throwin dice on the curb
pick up twice every roll keep the ice and ya gold
hotter than most, yall cats need to stop and get ghost
i aint talkin bout no bread when im poppin the toast
slidin up on ya post, stickin ya folks
its 2 choices... you either get down or get broke
what you think its a joke?
whats funny bout cinder blocks, chains, and rope
tossed over a boat
spot rush tactics to make you show me where the stash at
hot wire hanger pushed in ya ass crack
it aint hard for you to get stuck money
especially if a nigga down and you up money
cause i'll put a couple of slugs in ya gut money
for a couple of pies and new truck money?
pussies get fucked money, what you expect
only dick heads get burned for not protectin they neck
i took naps wit macs and slept wit tecks
went to war wit different sects, strapped on trex
house parties..they used to bump out the PJ's
best rapper best dancer best DJ's
aint no rappin, they gun clappin these days
dirty cats wit gats, be plopped in the breeze way
shells and a pair of gazzelles was sayin somethin
i stayed in the pack ringin bells, playin somethin
now im about slingin crack and sprayin somethin
bendin my back, playin craps, who layin somethin?
when i spit, i draw pictures yall tracin shit
my whole squad eat and yall aint tastin shit
phoney niggas cop coke, say they laced they shit
or got a trip, he just smokin, chasin it
face it kid, my flow? basic shit
smoke a L dig in the crates, basement shit
keep a .357 and a case of 6
cant wait for the 7 to replace the 6
yeah
roc-a-fella for life, niggggaaa





[Memphis Bleek]

i live life to the full now
these fake tough motherfuckas in the streets think they suge now
im in the cut on some slomo shit
down low shit, wit that 4 4 shit, playin high post shit
this to my niggas flippin O's and shit
and them cats that killed angel, hold this clip
memph man, yea watup cat? you smoke weed? fuck that
niggas is faggots, see the 5th nigga? suck that
crack kill, gats kill...worst of all faggots kill
gotta be high to stay real
thats why i look at yall niggas and be laughin, flashin
if i hit robbery wit yall then im stashin
that all cause im real like that
its the snake in yall that make me feel like that
feel the vibe nigga look in my eyes
you see stress, confused and corruption
erb fume and niggas thumpin
post up in the buildin wit my toast up
niggas got the drop but now what did they hurt what?
ayo im serious about this cake so im a cut it
take the biggest slice, this life? shit i love it
its bleek nigga, '98 live the street nigga
thats why i send shots through ya corn beef niggas
the shine you could have that
this life? you cant have that my gat blaze back at u mad cats
me and blanco 'stuy troops
u niggas aint that live till we die proof
long as blood in my vein, my heart beatin im breathin
brain erbed up eyes low then im steamin
to run up on yall, put the mac up on yall
see how many of yall
gon cough up a lung where im from marcy to hollywood and back
yeah you faggots heard about it my gun still the loudest
now im 200 plus more, my whole team freaked off on my first tour
i'm real
half my niggas locked up, shot up, prolly paralyzed or crippled now
them shells'll sit you down if you playin
get caught up, find yaself like a dutch smoked up
nigga i dont give a fuck
wha
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Thanks to (PJ) for correcting these lyrics. Jul 7, 2008

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