Beanie Sigel - What A Thug About Lyrics

Beanie Sigel - What A Thug About Video

Yo Beanie Mac rap guerrilla

I'm out for the skrilla

Face it ain't no replacement for this killa

Keep your hands where I can see em

Don't make me nervous

This 4-4 auto mat

U don't deserve this shit

Kids either don't make me make u a believa

I do a lotta talkin I speak wit the heater

I'll run up in your crib put some in your wig

Your baby's cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib

And I want everything not just some of the shit

Got niggas comin home at night like you son of bitch

Nigga done took me off yeah you shook and soft

You can't blink around no crook

One look you lost

Niggas'll find your bitch to find your bricks

See if you love your bitch or you love your chips

4-4 snub shit sendin slugs to the whip

Beanie Sigel desert eagle I love this thug shit

 

Yo what you really know what a thug about

Locked up in the bing no grub about

On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about

Tell me what you really know what a thug about

 

Yo what you really know what a thug about

Locked up in the bing no grub about

On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about

Tell me what you really know what a thug about

 

A true thugs speads his game linked up in bubble

While niggas stay in one lane like the lincoln tunnel

I refuse to limit my game to one hustle

I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle

I know how to play cee-lo set it off like cleo

Ain't no tellin first union or mellan

First nigga that move put two up in his melon

From the 9-2 emberetem parabellum

And I run through cats

I'm a true gun cat

One nickel

One black

Who want that

I done schooled my youngins

Gave tools to my youngins

Broke food wit my youngins

Broke rules wit my youngins

Spark my way outta shit and had bad run in's

Talked my way outta shit and near death come in

Real thugs do what they want say what they feel

They never front they keep it real

 

Yo what you really know what a thug about

Locked up in the bing no grub about

On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about

Tell me what you really know what a thug about

 

Yo what you really know what a thug about

Locked up in the bing no grub about

On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about

Tell me what you really know what a thug about

 

Niggas claim to be thugs you real fuckin suckas

Quick ass runnin good fuckin duckas

Obey the rules when my glock unloads

Cause when I start firin stop drop and roll

Duck behind cars hide behind poles

Know I live by the code anything goes

Real thugs stand up straight they never fold

And they don't know shit if anything ever blows

Thugs don't wanna talk shit out

They wanna spark shit out

Till the cops come an chalk shit out

Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holsta

Face off like Cage and Travolta

If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya

Talk behind their back a thug gonna approach ya

Right amount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya

Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta

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Beanie Sigel - Ride 4 My Lyrics

Beanie Sigel - Ride 4 My Video

Ayo

Feel this shit right here

All my block niggas, gimme a second dogs I got us I swear to God

Feel this shit right here

 

(Beanie Mac)

Ayo, from Boyz II Men to the End of the Road

Yo we boys to the end never been in the cold

You got me, I got you till our souls grow old

He shot you, he shot me, how we supposed to roll

I take a shot for my nigga gimme two to the ribs

Run a spot for my nigga, while you doin your bid

Fuck a step pop these c's gonna know who you is

I get it through to your wiz that it's due to the kids

For my dog, I swear to God I'll sit in a box

Gimme three hots and a cot before I snitch to the cops

Six foot ditch pam box covered with rocks

Tombstone ready die for the love of his block

Know what I want in my life I want for my brother

Know what I want for my wife I want for my mother

It aint a question on what I would do for my squad

Ask yourself if you really true to your squad

 

CHORUS 2X

I'ma ride with my niggas

Die with my niggas

Get high with my niggas

Flip pies with my niggas

Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky

Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

 

(Beanie Mac)

We gon ride 95 till it aint no gas

Flip and divide ties till it aint no cash

And till the computers crash, and the dough all plastic

Everything in our path, go through and smash it

Put our niggas over bitches, niggas over riches

Niggas over drugs for my niggas I get slugs

I know my niggas thugs for my niggas I shed blood

My niggas y'all don't owe me shit, just show me love

I'ma get us out these streets, help our family eat

Move us out the hoods, put us in the Woods

Gimme just a second my flow aint yet perfected

But damn when it is, shit then when it is

I speak the truth don't take this here as no song

Till I'm gray at the roots and my beard grow long

It's me and you ride or die let's weather the storm

Take on the world playboy whatever it's on

 

CHORUS 2X

 

(Beanie Mac)

I took bread with my niggas, spot rushed for funds

Took lead with my niggas, and we bust our guns

I shook feds with my niggas , knew where to duck and run

Aint care, where and when and who the fuck would come

We knew we'd ride till the day we die, till the day I fry

Told y'all till I touch the sky

We gon roll, gon flip, touch them pies

Know if I got the six you can touch the five

For my true block niggas I'ma spark for them

I get shot a million times lay in chalk for them

Gimme that 5 by 8 where it's dark and grim

I give anything to see my dog walk again

You can trust me with your wife, trust me with your kids

Trust me with your life, trust me where you live

Nobody know but me, you, and God

Your seed, your girl, mom and my word is my bond

 

CHORUS 6X TO END

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Beanie Sigel - Die Lyrics

Beanie Sigel - Die Video

(Chorus)

We chapters of the same book, just a different page

Niggas in the struggle all out ta get paid

Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid

Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave

We chapters of the same book, just a different page

Niggas in the struggle all out ta get paid

Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid

Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave

 

(Beanie Sigel)

When you live by the sword, you die by the sword

I'll probablly die in the vocal booth spittin' out raw

Die on stage, rippin' down tours

Die from age, trickin' out-a-town whores

Die cuz I didn't have one in the pipe

Might go out like Raymond, went out on his bike

And die on a death mission, two tec's spittin'

No vest section from my chest missin'

Die cuz the jewels in my necklace glisten

In a V twizzy in a wreckless collision

Or die in the streets over somethin' petty

Cuz a broke ass nigga tryed ta say I assed bet 'em

Die from a shot from a cig war glock

>From a kid on the block while sittin' in the drop

Or die cuz I was on, ain't see 'em comin'

Too late, eight shots got my body nummin'

Die for fuckin' his bitch in his bed

Die cuz a nigga thought I snitched ta the feds

Die wit a knife six inches in my head

I could die on death row, sentenced to the chair

Or die cuz a nigga pulled his Rosco out quicker

I was high off vodka, hydro, and malt liquor

Die cuz I knew I shoulda laid that man

Die cuz the cops tricked me ta say that man

Die cuz I hesitated ta spray that man

Die cuz I hesitated ta pay that man

Die cuz my man passed me a empty tool

Die cuz I panicked, I couldn't keep my cool

Die cuz I mixed all them pills wit Hennessy

Or die cuz them niggas in jail, envyed me

Die tryin' ta steal the fate of my enemy

I could go out from a case of mistaken identity

Or die cuz the door wasn't open, it was locked

Die cuz the 4 was broken, it wouldn't cock

Die cuz a nigga wasn't focused on the block

Die cuz them niggas thought tha coke was in the spot

Die cuz another nigga said I said somethin'

Die cuz that newsy bitch said I did somethin'

Die cuz a nigga was tryin' ta get a name

Or die cuz it was just my time ta feel the flame

Might get sparked, might not feel no pain

Or Might go out like dark-skinned Jermaine

Take a couple shots ta the heart, or ta the brain

Got all the dough, don't know the cost of the game

Young buck didn't wanna come off the chain

Couldn't handle the rock, got horsed in the game

I could catch a bad break like Big or Pac

I'd rather go out in the masjid makin' salott

 

(Chorus)

We chapters of the same book, just a different page

Niggas of the struggle all out ta get paid

Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid

Avoid the cage, but you can't avoid the grave

We chapters of the same book, just a different page

Niggas of the struggle all out ta get paid

Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid

Avoid the cage, but you can't avoid the grave

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Beanie Sigel - The Truth Lyrics

Beanie Sigel - The Truth Video

I speak the truth

Truth, nothin but the truth

Y'all know what I bring to the game I speak the truth

The truth, nothing but the truth

 

(Beanie Mac)

I hope you got an extra mic and a fire proof booth

Cuz you know I'm known to metal wire too

You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze

I melt down cracks that's real to save

Hit the studio, jars of dro, bars to blow

B. Sigel with that arsenic flow

Fuck that, don't hold me back

I roll with crack, y'all cats told Mac to rap

Y'all don't realize y'all released the beast untame

Speech all flame, streets y'all blame

It should be an honor for y'all to speak my name

I could go before your honor sit and peep my game

Gotta laugh, y'all acted like it spit it the same

Why you motherfuckers can't get in the game

I come from high school, and go straight to the league

Who you know who can spit at the Sig

 

CHORUS 2X

Nigga the truth, every time I step in the booth

I speak the truth, y'all know what I'm bringing to you

I bring the truth, you motherfuckers know who I be

I be the truth, what I speak shall set you free

Nigga the truth

 

(Beanie Mac)

Aint nothin changed with Sig I'm still stuck in the kitchen

So what I'm signed, that's fine still stuck in position

You motherfuckers know me well, couple court cases from jail

Couple 4-4 shells from hell

Stuck on this mission, go home, my girl fussin and bitchin

Motherfucker won't you change your life, I'm thinkin

Motherfucker won't I change my wife

Ignorant bastard laughin like fuck the rap shit

It's just another hustle, another way for niggas to touch you

Now they know the face of Beans

Now they, see my face on screens and I aint even chase this dream

I feel sorry for those who did

Y'all niggas can't stop the boar, whether rock or raw

I'm slingin coke in a rock valor

You niggas know what block I'm on, glock in palm

You wanna get shot, karate chopped or stabbed this song

Motherfucker

 

CHORUS

 

(Beanie Mac)

Black Friday management, and Roc's the label

And I still hit you niggas with shots that's fatal

That bullshit vest can't save you

I had a doc open you up from chest to navel

See my face on cable, and have flashbacks of that cold ass table

And them hoes I gave you

I'm that nigga that'll come and pour salt in your wound

At the hospital, while the cops guardin your room

You gotta see what I've seen, look where I've looked

Touch what I've reached, and take what I've took

You gotta go where I've gone, walked where I've walked

To get where I'm at to speak what I've talked

You gotta lay where I've laid, stay where I've stayed

Play where I've played to make what I've made

You gotta move what I've moved, use what I used

Use tools how I use, use fools how I use

 

CHORUS

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Beanie Sigel - Remember Them Days Lyrics

Beanie Sigel - Remember Them Days Video

(Beanie)

Yeah, uh it's all good now

It's all good now

We out the hood now

It's all good now

We out the hood now

We out the hood now

It's all good now

We out the hood now

It's all good now, NU

 

Who thought we'd see the day when we'd put our feet up

Lay back, exhale, put the heat up

No stress, no scale, no jail could keep us

Only case we catching now would be a misdemeanor

Remember we used to hustle thinking life would cheat us

Not knowing if we struggled life would treat us

Think on how mommy carried us

Where life gon lead us?

Knowing if we getting married

Our wife will need us

If at one time you could look into my mind

When I close my eyes and remember them times

No gas, had a hot plate heat our dinners

No cash, most nights ate sleep for dinner

Welfare and white landlord, that life ain't easy

The only ones moving up was George and Weezy

All my sugar water babies who live in autos, it's crazy

Keep it in the dark, I'mma speak it from the heart

 

(Eve)

Remember dem days

Livin' all days in doubt

Remember dem days

Thinking there's no way out

Remember dem days

Not knowing which way to route

It's all good now

We out the hood now

Remember dem days

All of us under the covers

Remember dem days

Heating up the house with the oven

Remember dem days

Thinking that life ain't love us, come on

It's all good now

We out the hood now

 

(Beanie)

Remember kids who run the block

You never thought they would get harmed

Only time our block got wet was when the sprinklers were on

Think about that time dawg that wasn't long

Now that we got kids think when we was born

Coming up in my hood was hard

Every day my mom cooked with lard

Fucked up I couldn't feed myself

Living life no means of wealth

Eating shit I can't believe myself

That's not a joke

Man I was dealt these cards and I played dem out

Yeah the road was rough but I made a route

Now picture running extension cords from your neighbor's house

To get lights, fuck Max on the latest routes

Used to close my eyes try to fade it out

Dumb niggas in the hood think I made it out

Man that showed me just where they mental at

And tell me half of these cats ain't been through jack

 

(Eve)

Remember dem days

Livin' all days in doubt

Remember dem days

Thinking there's no way out

Remember dem days

Not knowing which way to route

It's all good now

We out the hood now

Remember dem days

All of us under the covers

Remember dem days

Heating up the house with the oven

Remember dem days

Thinking that life ain't love us, come on

It's all good now

We out the hood now

 

(Beanie)

Yo every day I think Deke and Rola

>From introducing me to Dame and Hovah

Ever since that day I met Jay

Man I knew my pain was over

They let me in this game it's over

Mom I know I put you through hell

But now I'm gonna order you heaven

No more temporary layoffs like Florida Evans

Ain't no good times about dat there

Your boy rhyme now, it's fine now

We out dat there

Fuck that Access car

I'mma work extra hard

To turn that into a platinum express car

You can have sweet dreams at night

Your boy ain't out there with dem toys and them pings at night

All dem cracks and the gats left that life alone

It's the tracks and the raps and the microphone

Wish y'all would fuck that up now

Shit it's all good now

We out the hood now

 

(Eve)

Remember dem days

Livin' all days in doubt

Remember dem days

Thinking there's no way out

Remember dem days

Not knowing which way to route

It's all good now

We out the hood now

Remember dem days

All of us under the covers

Remember dem days

Heating up the house with the oven

Remember dem days

Thinking that life ain't love us, come on

It's all good now

We out the hood now

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Beanie Sigel - Who Want What Lyrics

Beanie Sigel - Who Want What Video

What up Sigel?

Huh? Yeah

Smash, scrape, scrape.... you know the game baby

 

CHORUS 2X: Beanie Mac and Memphis

Who the fuck want what

Me and Bleek charmed up, with your town under siege

Diligent in the sleeve

Who the fuck want what

Me and Beans charmed up, got you niggas arms up

My squad be armed up

 

(Memphis Bleek)

This one's for the dogs with the 4-4 long

You niggas bust shots but you throw yours wrong (yeah)

Peep game, niggas leaves stain when it rain

Damped and wont dry we thugs we won't cry

(Beanie Mac)

Ayo you know how we play dog, smash and scrape

Pull them real tools out they won't blast them eights

Trust me they start tellin who blast the weight

Bleek a three time felon I'ma basket case

(MB)

You bout ta witness a dynasty like no other

Who flow like Bleek, think, no other

Who rhyme like Sigel, dog, no other

It's Roc-a-Fella twin desert eagle no other

(BM)

Ayo we outshinin niggas, two of the finest niggas

Got niggas like damn where'd Jay find them niggas

Rock blocked diamonds niggas, that'll blind you niggas

You know it's Cru Love, just thought we'd remind you niggas

 

Who the fuck want what

Who the fuck want what

Who the fuck want what

Who the fuck want what

Who the fuck want what

Who want what

Who the fuck want what

Beans and Bleek, Roc baby, don't stop

 

(MB)

Ayo I ride with the top down, high with the glock now

War it don't stop now, Memph man hot now

Niggas didn't want that I'm still where you pump at

B. Sigel, M. Bleek, niggas can't front that

(BM)

Ayo nigga who want that, not a soul

First week, no video, went gold

Bases loaded, now I'm up to bat

Witness the truth, niggas can't fuck with that

(MB)

Fuck those who disagree like these streets aint mine

Like the Roc don't mean somethin, glock won't lean somethin

(BM)

Ayo like I won't pop up in fifty shot machine somethin

Hit you from a half a block, infrared beam somethin

Niggas don't want it with Mac, trust me

Niggas wanna chill, roll up, and get blunted with Mac

(MB)

A then we swerve out, blowin herb out, you heard 'bout

My 'bout it squad, niggas get rowdy and rob

 

CHORUS

 

(MB)

Ayo you heard the title nigga, who the fuck want what

My bullets you get em free who the fuck want one

(BM)

Ayo I still throw 4, 5, 6, upset rookies

Set up shop on Flushin, who you can't touch him

(MB)

I'm still on two birds, two blunts, too hurt

Two of the biggets guns put two in your shirt

(BM)

You can still get two to your chest

I'll show what a thug about and let them slugs spit out

(MB)

I'm that same cat all black crack in my palm

Hop off the B. Franklin with gat in my palm

(BM)

Yo I still spit a thousand bars, still roam the resevoir with dogs

I still wire your jaw

(MB)

And yeah I smoke weed, I don't give a you know

Pop up on your block and hit it up in the Hugo

(BM)

To the streets all over, we spot you niggas

Put your feet up Hova, we got you nigga

 

CHORUS

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Beanie Sigel - What Your Life Like Lyrics

Beanie Sigel - What Your Life Like Video

C'mon let's try this Guru..

 

(Beanie Sigel)

When I was five years old, I realized it was a road

But at the end, I ain't seen lots of pots of gold

I seen a long cell block, the box, the hold

Six hundred fenced in some innocent, some rotten souls

Some men with men stop it, whoa

I ain't runnin up in shit but a broad on her back

Tryin to cop a small hammer, move out like +Shawshank+

With +Redemptions+, I got my mind on revenges

They tryin to kill me at the same time keep me alive

I'm movin out like Adebisi on +Oz+

With my skully on tilt, two whacks in my palm

Posted up in the yard, everyday I think of pokin the guard

Throw a crack a nigga turnin me in

Tryin to crack a nigga turnin me thin

Food soakin in lard, news fools get opened in cards

With (??), in this prison life, what you livin like?

 

(Chorus)

Can you tell me what you live like?

Can you tell me what that bed like, what's that cell like?

What's livin in hell like? Tell me do you eat right?

Do you even sleep right?

Yo, tell me what your life like

Tell me do you sleep nights, tell me what that life like?

Gettin no kites like, no flicks like

Make you wanna quit life

 

(Beanie Sigel)

Them four letters is a motherfucker

That's forever like a motherfucker

Without a letter from a motherfucker?

It ain't even bout the cheddar from a motherfucker

Write a kite, some flicks from a motherfucker

Some drawers, some socks, some kicks from a motherfucker

I can't believe I'm doin this bid for you motherfuckers

I'm down for another joker case

I was dealt this hand, and I'ma play it with my poker face

On the block ready to POKE a face

I got an L goin around with a smokin case?

You steal the deoderant out of CVS, you locked for retail theft

I got it body half a block stolen DT vest

My rap sheet read three D abreast

Dangerous, duct tape daughters

I take to the street, like a duck take to water

Get your duck game in order

My bust game in order, I fluffs 'caine with water

 

(Chorus)

 

(Beanie Sigel)

That's fucked up, you bout to take your longest trip

And can't do shit, but suck it up, be strong and shit

Handcuffed, ankle to wrist, in back of the bus

Flashbacks of you back in the world

Can't fuck now you thinkin bout who in back of your girl

Got her ass up (kill this bitch) playin your crib

Thinkin bout who raisin your kids

Shit was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your crib

6:30 in the morning, they kick your door in

Feds pour in, snatch you out your bed while you snorin

You unaware of what's goin on and

Come to find out, clients you had for years, turned to foreman

Told the law about the drops you make

How your clientele first started to escalate

Givin him keys to your crib, was your next mistake

At that dinner table, breakin out that extra plate

You can't turn a career addict off his coke habit

Put him on post with the toast that promote static

Back to the operation, they got you locked at the station

Fuck your back time, you worryin about what you facin

Heart racin, situation gettin scary

Old clients are showin up, at the preliminary

D.A. tryin to bury a nigga to Neveruary, 31st

God damn, that gotta hurt

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