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beanie sigel - beans is back كلمات أغنية

[intro: beanie sigel]
bang bang, sigel street gang (uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
holla at ya boy bean sig, fresh out of federal building
f_ck you, your mom, and your children (what you thought it was gonna stop man?)
oh, disco what up? to ’em all, sigel representin’ all day (it ain’t gonna stop man)
pack up a roll n_gga (yeah i’m back, ya boy)
these chumps actin’ like they hard, y’all ain’t hard man (public enemy #1!)
holla at ya boy man (c’mon, c’mon, let’s go)

[verse 1: beanie sigel]
court casin’, third felony facin’ no probation
my heart racin’ like i’m blunt lacin’
hennessy and malt liquor chasin’
my gem star scarrin’ n_ggas faces

four pound or trey eight’n
i throw bullets like dallas, troy aikman
the callous on my index stay achin’
n_gga stay hatin’, they got me late night pacin’

tight boot lacin’, mask on like i’m jason
shoot up sh_t like larry davis
you play the pulpit like pastor ma$e’n
turn cheek like martin luther

i’m like oswald, sharpshoot’
got my еyes on my mark in the dark shootin’
beam illuminatin’ thе target movin’
get your organs ruined
move out like swat move in
got the n_ggas on the back block rootin’
for the bad guy
playground legend like sad eye or pee kirkland

my mp state workin’
shootin’ arm stay jerkin’
my nextel stay chirpin’
i can’t answer ’cause the feds lurkin’ (uh huh!)

it’s like i’m catchin’ cancer on purpose
back to back chain smoking, nicotine fiendin’
conversatin’ with demons when i’m dreamin’
manic_depressive

like the man upstairs tryna pass me a lesson
but i can’t catch it
the game under great depression
they miss my presence

[interlude: mook jones]
pack it up n_ggas
yeah, i’m back man
y’all n_ggas got 24 hours
matter fact, i’ma give y’all ’bout ’til my album come out man
y’all can do all y’all bullsh_t (the prince!)
y’all can step and run with all y’all hopes and all that dumb sh_t (the prince!)
(ay, ay, ay, yo)
i try tell ’em, look, look
[verse 2: mook jones]
i’m live in the flesh (flesh!)
you can’t beat me, i am the best (best!)
neck over my game, i’m ahead of the rest
they said i was blessed, i ain’t believe

’til the death you won’t find a n_gga liver than me
gettin’ chauffeured i guess it’s just the rider in me
eatin’ hors d’oeuvres as a n_gga pirate the sea
life is a gamble, so i just picked up the dice

i won’t fail, but my point is i’m hitting it twice
if i lose, i’ma pick up the knife
let the four bang, let the lord pick up his life
rob the whole game, lookin’ like money

smellin’ like cocaine
yeah, show you n_ggas i’m in here like rogaine
y’all freestyle lame, so plain
i’m fly, i party in the sky like soul plane

guys know i’m high pro’ with the ride low
fly, so you need a radar to see where i go
mojo, moto where the logo was
fo sho, throat hoe’s give me low blow love
gold digga’s all around, i just show ’em up
burnt cd is the only way i throw ’em dubs
n_ggas mad ’cause, they ain’t gettin’ dough like us (uh uh)
my money move like flo_jo in the gogo club

ya gotta feel it kid
n_gga i still legit
y’all couldn’t win if you had the game n_gga_rigged
beatin’ down notorious for feelin’ big

hate i throwed at andrea yates could k!ll a kid
i done been through enough beef to fill a fridge
so you ain’t gotta beg for change
for me to fill your lid, n_gga (uh, yeah)

[outro: mook jones]
i tried to talk to ’em (tried to tell ’em man)
they don’t understand bean (wait ’til the album drop)
n_ggas just don’t.. i don’t know man (prince said it’s)
i don’t even know (king of the yard!)
talkin’ sh_t (high priest of hip_hop!)
they assh0l_s, i guess (believe in me dog!)
holla at ya boy
tired of this rap sh_t
these other dudes just, deacons and sh_t
not even reverends, just deacons man
they worshippers
followers (followers)

- beanie sigel

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