Beanie Sigel Lyrics
Beanie Sigel Lyrics
"Tales Of A Hustler Part II Lyrics"
Your Love Lyrics
J. Spinks Josie's on a vacation far away come around and talk it over so many things that I want to say you know I like my girls a little bit older [Chorus:] I just wanna use your love tonight no, I don't wanna lose your love tonight I ain't got many friends left to talk to no one's around when I'm in trouble you know I would do anything for you stay the night, we'll keep it undercover
J. Spinks Josie's on a vacation far away come around and talk it over so many things that I want to say you know I like my girls a little bit older [Chorus:] I just wanna use your love tonight no, I don't wanna lose your love tonight I ain't got many friends left to talk to no one's around when I'm in trouble you know I would do anything for you stay the night, we'll keep it undercover
[Beanie Sigel
Court casin..
Third felony facin
No probation
My heart racin like a blunt lacin
Hennessy and malt liquor chasin
My gemstar scarrin niggaz faces
For a pound of trey eight and..
I throw bullets like Dallas Troy Aikman
The callous on my index stay achin
Niggaz stay hatin
Got me late night pacin
I'm tight boot lacin
Mask on like I'm Jason
Shoot up shit like Larry Davis
You play the pulpit like Pastor Mason
Turn cheek like Martin Luther
I'm like Oswald sharp-shootin
Got my eyes on my mark in the dark shootin
Beam illuminate the target movin
Get your organs ruined
Move out like SWAT move in
Got them niggaz on the back-block rootin
For the bad guy..
Playground legend like Sadait(?)
P. Kirkland...My MP state workin
Shootin-arm stay jerkin
My Nextel stay chripin
Can't answer cause the feds lurkin
Its like we catchi
The Devil To Pay Lyrics
Go on, girl, take your chances See how long you can go on from man to man I can read the lines between your stolen glances And I know it's time to fold this losing hand 'Cause you're drawn to the flame By the thrill and the shame Of the cheating game they taught you how to play But there's a price to that high lie you're living And you've still got the devil to pay Join your friends, while you got 'em 'Cause you know you're
n cancer on purposeGo on, girl, take your chances See how long you can go on from man to man I can read the lines between your stolen glances And I know it's time to fold this losing hand 'Cause you're drawn to the flame By the thrill and the shame Of the cheating game they taught you how to play But there's a price to that high lie you're living And you've still got the devil to pay Join your friends, while you got 'em 'Cause you know you're
Back to back chain smoking, nicotine feinin
Conversation with demons when I'm dreamin
Manic-depressive
Like the man upstairs tryin to pass me a lesson
But I can't catch it
The game under break the pressure
They miss my presence
[Chorus 2X: Sparks]
We still not promised tomorrow
Takin the bitter with the sweet up in these cold ass streets
We got lifestyles through our scars
We ride hard til our numbers get called
The lifestyle of a hustler...
[Sparks]
I'm feelin like deaths in the air
Got me back to back buckin my squares
But I ain't bitchin I ain't scared
I ain't budgin, in fact the thrill alone turns me on
Got me smiling, laughin...Clutchin
My toast and confrontin mother fuckers
Cock-a-roaches will not catch me laughin
Skinny and slim fram y'all get it the same
Cool niggaz that'll spin out they waves
Grimey niggaz that
Turn The World Around Lyrics
Turn the world around the other way Back it up and stop on yesterday Back to before that silly fight And give me a chance to make things right I said some things I didn't mean to say Things that I am sorry for today Down on my knees I beg you please To turn the world around the other way I never really wanted us to break up And I'm sorry for each teardrop that you cried We need to give our hearts a chance to make up And
ll spin to they gravesTurn the world around the other way Back it up and stop on yesterday Back to before that silly fight And give me a chance to make things right I said some things I didn't mean to say Things that I am sorry for today Down on my knees I beg you please To turn the world around the other way I never really wanted us to break up And I'm sorry for each teardrop that you cried We need to give our hearts a chance to make up And
Justifyin my foul ways
I got kids to raise
But motherfuckers rather see me sprayed
Than to see me pair (fucker)
Or see me on the front page like Sig
Or stay rolled DC with B. Sig
You bitch niggaz stay PC when y'all see me
Until the day that they
Fit me in the grave and the city wreak of me
We got the city under siege
S-P or R-O-C
Poverty is a movie starrin me
Ride with no play the passenger seat
So y'all can see how my life so real
So y'all can see how my life so ill
(I came to chill..)
[Chorus]
[Oschino]
Tales of a hustler that's me in the flesh
Got a Jag and a Caddy sellin dimes of the step
Niggaz wanna take my block I had to earn my respect
So I put his cerebellum on his grandma's steps
You know Oschino he'll probly kill
Got the soul of Huey Newton nigga Bobby Seale
Nigga prolly take the stand he'll prolly squ
kody Lyrics
kody sat down on the avenue he tapped his feet to the humming of the highway he watched the light shine down on the broken glass, and thought I don't got no reasons, yet there it is and there it was it was clear to all of us we kept this hat of broken dreams and we pulled them out, when we needed them around (CHORUS) so please hand me a bottle, i think I'm lonely now and please give me direction, I think the hurt set in
alkody sat down on the avenue he tapped his feet to the humming of the highway he watched the light shine down on the broken glass, and thought I don't got no reasons, yet there it is and there it was it was clear to all of us we kept this hat of broken dreams and we pulled them out, when we needed them around (CHORUS) so please hand me a bottle, i think I'm lonely now and please give me direction, I think the hurt set in
But I got four lawyers I ain't takin the deal (Nigga)
We could strap without scrap or put the semi in it
Gun fully loaded like the Chrysler with the hemmy in it
I keep it ghetto like a 40 with the Henny in it
Went to school broke loafers on no pennies in it
Stood the coldest winter with the bummiest coat
Need food need shoes sold dummies of soap
Got tired of bein broke man life was a bitch
They bring you flowers when you head but no soup while you sick
So I switched my whole picture get involved with the bricks
Not the ones made of semen but the ones who sniffs
Tales of hustler, niggaz come for your jugular
If you sell one bag to they mother fuckin customers
State P we got the city on smash
Got every boulevard every street every ave
Got sneakers got clothes nigga you do the math
Push to hustle but the point is just to stack that cash
Tales of a hustler....