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  [beanie mac] 
 
 Stop , chill , relax , and let this nigga sigel flow 
 
 I know you can't believe the flow , you can't cope i flow dope 
 
 Like a key ya blow 
 
 You like naw , beans , same nigga from 21st and sigel street 
 
 When it's beef people let them desert eagle speak 
 
 So whoever , wherever i don't care where we meet 
 
 Stop , chill , don't talk shit sideways outta your mouth 
 
 I will slap spit sideways outta your mouth 
 
 Bitch niggas talk indirect it don't matter 
 
 When you got snitch niggas right in your set 
 
 That's why i know where you niggas sling coke and pump d at 
 
 Same spot that you liable to see me at 
 
 Gun and a mask , one in the stash where the seed at 
 
 Stop , all my young bucks huggin the block 
 
 Stop puttin drugs in your sock 
 
 You makin it easy for the cops to catch you 
 
 They hooked to that stash and that trash and that bag of pretzels 
 
 You gotta hustle smarter than that 
 
 Cop coke harder than that , keep your dough apart from your crack 
 
 Keep a stash in the dark for the trap 
 
 Man you never know when the narks gon launch an attack 
  
 
 Hook 2x 
 
 Stop , i know you cats livin a lie 
 
 You niggas rats you aint willin to die 
 
 Chill , i spit it for my niggas keepin it street 
 
 Keepin they steel , all my niggas keepin it real 
  
 
 It's still vex in the game tryin na earn respect 
 
 I got the best of out and y'all aint heard shit yet 
 
 You can shuffle up the cards i'ma learn the deck 
 
 When i do the game is mine , man i'm aimin high 
 
 Niggas talk about guns don't be carryin none 
 
 Every two hammers i cock i'm buryin one 
 
 I'ma dress in all stash this year , whenever i'm near 
 
 >from the first junior , to madison square 
 
 Stop , chill , cuz i know y'all niggas like mac fuckin that track 
 
 Let me show you somethin dog it aint nothin for mac 
 
 It come all natural like i'm bustin my gat 
 
 Or i'm stuck in a spot crushin the crack 
 
 Got ice in a pot , fluffin the crack 
 
 Takin backs to the block so don't stuff in them packs 
 
 Doin life on the roc aint nothin fuckin with that 
 
 Me , jail , dog , you can put me under the ground 
 
 Where i'm from all my niggas they from under the ground 
 
 You can hear us when we come it's a thunderous sound 
 
 Trees , stompin , roc jeans and a bunch of white t troopers 
 
 Stay on post with they toast and they like to shoot you 
 
 Philly cats no rack , big guns and sumas 
  
 
 Hook 2x