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What up Sigel?. Huh? Yeah. Smash, scrape, scrape. You know the game baby. . Chorus 2X Beanie Mac and Memphis. Who the * want what. Me and Bleek charmed up, with your town under siege
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, 2003 * muthafucka You know what I'm sayin', Dirt McGirt, muthafucka. Dirt McGirt, muthafucka, Beanie Sigel, muthafucka. Beanie Sigel, nigga, better get down and lay down. State Property
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feat. Rick Ross & Beanie Sigel Intro Rick Ross. You know we got em. 45s, machine guns, heavy artillery. We got those grenades on your ass, nigga. Boss. Black Wall Street. I'm in that
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It's that raw *. That'll start a mosh pit. Head bangers get to spazzin' out. And be like, "Aww *. ". x4 This that war tihs. From the King of Darkness. Can't stop this mob *. Awfully heartless.
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flame you dudes. No names don't claim ya shoes Once again it's on nigga. Sigel hard like corn liquor. I take you out this world like you was born nigga. Butt-naked, covered in blood, gaspin' for air
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Bridge. If you could look at me now. . Beanie Sigel. Verse. My hair was knotty then. Nose- snotty then. Sweats, no pockets then. Sweatin', no problems then. Facts? Off the potty then. News
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your mercy. For my soul, for my soul. . all together. B-I-G, P-O, P-P-A. P-A-C, Left Eye, JMJ. B-I-G, L, P-U-N. Eazy-E, Aaliyah, R. I. P. . Chorus
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. Threw a viral curve, the rhyme tempest. Like lightning bolts being thrown down from Mt. Olympus. Beat on your head like a Travis Barker cymbal, crash I splash beyond measurements. I tour you back to a
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Beanie Siegal, Philly is where I'm from We from P H I L A, period. PA, period, Eve they hearin' it. Believe they fearin' it but lovin' it though. I hate the game, * the fame but I'm lovin' the
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Travis Barker, yeah, let, let, let's go. (Let's go). Lil' Jon, Yelawolf, let, let, let's go. (Let's go) Twista and my homeboy Busta Rhymes. (Let's go). Holla 'em Before I. (Let's go). Take
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. (Devil's got a hold on me) Nickel, c'mon. My life is like a box of chocolates. I work hard for it, plus I am awkward, uh. I am a addict's son, plus I'm a addict, son I am a AK addict, uh, Travis drums. I
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Heavy, heavy, so heavy in the trunk. Heavy, heavy, so heavy in the trunk. Heavy, heavy, so heavy in the trunk. Heavy, heavy, so heavy in the trunk Bun B. It's that underground. King, I'm keepin
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-knockin'. Knock, knockin', knock kn-kn knockin'. The bass is knockin'. The bass is knockin' Bustin' through your speakers. Bustin' bustin' through your speakers like. Bustin' through your. B-bustin
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my prime like Deion. I'mma shine like neon, I'm a Lion like Leon. But I'm 'bout to go off 'cause that is all I know of I don't have to show y'all, I'd rather show off. Yeah, Travis on the Drums
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