Beanie Sigel Lyrics
Beanie Sigel Lyrics
"What a Thug About Lyrics"
Goin' Down to Laurel Lyrics
Capo on 2nd fret [C-G-Dmin-G] Intro: play 3 times (1 harmonica + 2 guitar) Well [C] everybody here, [G] seems to like to laugh [Dmin] Look at Johnny jivin' across [G] the floor He [C] can play the fool and [G] make a few mistakes, [Dmin] But all the same he'll never be [G] a bore
(Verse 1)
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
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
(Chorus)x2
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
(Verse 2)
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 n
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
(Chorus)x2
(Verse 3)
Niggas claim to be thugs you real fuckin suckas
Quick ass runnin good fuckin duckasShadowfights Lyrics
[M&L - M. Kiske] Sun-breeze comes down on me The air is so clean and good There's no rush and it's understood: No place for doubts in this neighborhood Dreams can fly I heard it said, I heard it cried A moment of use will fade A minute from here we're all too late And Mr. Man is
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Obey the rules when my glock unloads Capo on 2nd fret [C-G-Dmin-G] Intro: play 3 times (1 harmonica + 2 guitar) Well [C] everybody here, [G] seems to like to laugh [Dmin] Look at Johnny jivin' across [G] the floor He [C] can play the fool and [G] make a few mistakes, [Dmin] But all the same he'll never be [G] a bore
(Verse 1)
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
10 Commandments Lyrics
Ohh How to keep your man break it down How to take a man I'll break it down for you (Verse 1: Lil' Mo) Ladies I wrote me a manual How to keep your man These rules you must follow My 10 commandments (oh oh oh) Let me break 'em down for you Rule Number 1 Never give him some on the first nigh
bitch to find your bricksOhh How to keep your man break it down How to take a man I'll break it down for you (Verse 1: Lil' Mo) Ladies I wrote me a manual How to keep your man These rules you must follow My 10 commandments (oh oh oh) Let me break 'em down for you Rule Number 1 Never give him some on the first nigh
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
(Chorus)x2
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
(Verse 2)
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 n
Family Ties Lyrics
Man i spit that pimp talk you hang out where the pimps collide It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride This ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance Pimp slap a slim tramp, order steak, shrimp scamp Ok-k-kay you ga-ga-gay I'll souflet' ya toupet and bottles be a bouquet Right where you stay, o
o tellin first union or mellanMan i spit that pimp talk you hang out where the pimps collide It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride This ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance Pimp slap a slim tramp, order steak, shrimp scamp Ok-k-kay you ga-ga-gay I'll souflet' ya toupet and bottles be a bouquet Right where you stay, o
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
(Chorus)x2
(Verse 3)
Niggas claim to be thugs you real fuckin suckas
Quick ass runnin good fuckin duckas
[M&L - M. Kiske] Sun-breeze comes down on me The air is so clean and good There's no rush and it's understood: No place for doubts in this neighborhood Dreams can fly I heard it said, I heard it cried A moment of use will fade A minute from here we're all too late And Mr. Man is
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