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жанры: rap, hip-hop
альбомы: The Truth
Mack And Brad
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Beanie Sigel
жанры: rap, hip-hop
альбомы: The Truth
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Beanie, what's up, baby? What's happening? (Face) Sigel, what ' bout to get off, baby? We fittin' to get off Aiyo, what we goin' to do on this shit man? Let's wreck this motherfucker, baby', what's happenin'?What you want to do nigga? I, I wanna, I wanna smash it (Smash) Back and forth, back and forth Let's do it, what you wanna hear? I wanna hear some of that ol' that, ol' dear diary (Dear diary) Mr, Mr. Scarface, some of that old shit, you ready? Yeah, I'm readyI locks and load, cock and spray Hit you niggas from a block away SK to the Stock away 'Cause I know how to hold that shit Empty the can with one hand and reload that shitGive 'em the full clip, these niggas is bullshit Been talkin' big six but scared as fuck when I pulled it Now eat this motherfuckin' bullet These niggas got some pussy in 'em See I got them pissin' in they denimMan you fuckin' with a stash raper, duct taper Fuck you police and fuck neighbors Move to smooth, don't duck or try to shake us 2 P 8 9 ruge, so don't tuck paperYou heard what the man said? Bitch now un ask it I got to have it When hitin' licks I'm a savage, you hoes is plastic I got a semi automatic pointed at your ass Slowin' me down gets you blastedFor your chunk, I'll trunk your folks It ain't shit for mac to grip the gat and put the pump to work Call your bluff run in your spot with a detective suit Got you cuffed bout to show you what this tech will doYou must of thought that we was friendly When we told you we was rappers, we Jackers We want the money, that's what we after We want the package under the god damn mattress And if the brain splatters, don't matter, that's what we practiceBlast the rocket, knock off your leg Tear through your forearm Sit you in a chair, make your niggas call you short arm Pelets in your hand, you'll never put shorts on Ain't shit fair when you got to get your war onSo why don't you come out and play? Make my mother fuckin' day Y'all niggas cotton, potatoes like augrotten We niggas plottin' to hit your stash and leave you rottenI done bust slugs from all types of shit I have your ass plugged up to all types of shit And I show you, dog, how your life can get And every thing all real fuck what you might can get'Cause nothin' needs to be said something needs to be done B give me a cigarette, I think I need one 'Cause in 'bout 15 seconds I'm a set the motherfuckin' alarm off And shoot this motherfuckers arm offYou niggas better smartin' up Act like Mac won't come through and spark shit up Where the fuck you get heart from? Little bitch ass nigga started commin' out the fuckin' dark fromI done told you, I'm the only nigga pushin' weight And for another nigga to try to take my place is in the wake It's time I retaliate I'll make you mother fuckers pay Now point me to the motherfuckin', yayYou lookin' at a sick bastard This stick up shit, I got it mastered Glove and ski mask it, any body move a lick gettin' blasted When I'm in the crib for your shit and a thick plasticI got this duck tape stuck in my pocket for one reason You can stop screamin', stop squermin' or stop breathin' 'Cause I didn't come here to stay or play your babysitter I came here to split your mother fuckin' wig, niggaIf your block gettin' money nigga, I want in Run it in before I run in Your spot 200 glocks and 100 men Droppin' More shells than run and 'emActin' bad, smash a nigga stash and mash Snatch the bag, bust him in his ass and dash Un cock the mag Kill him I don't need no mask We Identify each other nigga Mac and BradWho you know but Mac and Brad? Come through all black, no mask and crash your pad 8 clips, 4 hammers, desert eagle the place Nobody but Sigel and Face, you feel that?Yeah nigga that's what I'm talkin' about I know you not tired I'm through, I'm tired and I'm out this motherfuckerYo, I spit so real so my boys can eat You got the nerve to have a deal and just noise on beats Little suburb nigga never saw the streets Silver spoon ass nigga never drawed your heatI keep it the truth, what's all the fakin' for? God damn, every week I got to break a jaw And you wonder why I smack up niggas? Shit, it's either that or Mac's gonna clap up niggasWhat ya'll want me to do hun? Soften up? So my raps can start to soften up? Shit never that, dog, forever my baretta cat Hittin' niggas in they fitted cap where the letters atI told ya'll that the truth in here Recognize hottest thing in a booth in here The Gooch in here, aiyo, it's over in here God damn, somebody bring me some juice in hereI used to be a drug dealer Hangin in the cut sellin' dime rocks Gettin' cash to eat with Punchin' a time clockIn the ghetto makin' small change Slingin' till the sun up Got to pay my phone bill focusing on the come upGot 6 shots numbers strait Crank 'bout 38 Big boys trippin' on me tryin' to nigga hateThis 17 year old Tony Montana type Ain't never did the killin' but still I'm lovin' the drama right Under covers pass by thinkin' I don't know the truth Makin' niggas these offers they know these niggas can't refuse
Это интересно:С самого начала своей карьеры Beanie Sigel славен не только качеством своей лирики, но и правдивостью сюжетов. В дни, когда толпы рэпперов бахвалятся друг перед другом и пускают золотую пыль в глаза слушателей, он один из немногих, кто говорит о том, что пережил на самом деле. А пережил он немало. К пай-мальчикам рэппер никогда не относился и в его биографии много страниц, которые вряд ли вызывают... продолжение
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