Mac And Brad-Beanie Sigel

歌手 : Beanie Sigel

专辑 : The Truth

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:05

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TXT Mac And Brad-Beanie Sigel 文本歌词

Artist：beanie sigel

Songs Title：mac and brad

Beanie what's up Baby

What's Happening (Face)

Sigel

What ' bout to get off baby

We fittin' to get off

Ay yo what we goin to do on this sh*t man

Lets wreck this motherf**ker baby what's happenin'

What You want to do ni**a?

I.. I wanna.. I Wanna Smash it (Smash)

Back and forth

Lets do it

What you Wanna hear?

I wanna hear some of that ol' that ol' Dear Diary (Dear Diary) Mr.... Mr.

Scarface

Some of that old sh*t

You ready

Yeah I'm ready

I locks and load

Cock and spray

Hit you niggas from a block away

SK to the Stockaway

Cause I know how to hold that sh*t

Empty the can with one hand and reload that sh*t

Give 'em the full clip

These niggas is bullshit

Been talkin' big six but scared as f**k when I pulled it

Now eat this motherf**kin' bullet

These niggas got some p**sy in 'em

See I got them pissin in they denim

Man you f**kin with a stash raper

Duct taper

F**k you police and f**k neighbors

Move to smooth don't duck or try to shake us

2P89 ruge so don't tuck paper

You heard what the man said

B**ch now un ask it

I got to have it

When hitin' licks I'm a savage

You hoes is plastic

I got a semi automatic pointed at your a**

Slowin me down gets you blasted

For your chunk I'll trunk your folks

It aint sh*t for mac to grip the gat and put the pump to work

Call your bluff run in your spot with a detective suit

Got you cuffed bout to show you what this tech will do

You must of thought that we was friendly when we told you we was rappers

We Jackers

We want the money

That's what we after

We want the package

Under the god damn mattress

And if the brain splatters don't matter

That's what we practice

Blast the rocket

Knock off your leg

Tear through your forearm

Sit you in a chair make your niggas call you short arm

Pelets in your hand You'll never put shorts on

Aint sh*t fair when you got to get your war on

So why don't you come out and play

Make my mother f**kin' day

Y'all niggas cotton

Potatoes like augrotten

We niggas plottin'

To hit your stash and leave you rotten

I done bust slugs from all types of sh*t

I have your a** plugged up to all types of sh*t

And I show you dog how your life can get

And every thing all real f**k what you might can get

Cause nothin needs to be said something needs to be done

B give me a ciggarette I think I need one

Cause in bout 15 seconds I'm a set the motherf**kin' alarm off

And shoot this motherf**kers arm off

You niggas better smartin up

Act like mac won't come through and spark sh*t up

Where the f**k you get heart from

Little b**ch a** ni**a started commin' out the f**kin dark from

I done told you I'm the only ni**a pushin' weight

And for another ni**a to try to take my place is in the wake

It's time I retaliate

I'll make you mother f**kers pay

Now point me to the motherf**kin' yay

You lookin at a sick bastard

This stick up sh*t I got it mastered

Glove and ski mask it

Any body move a lick gettin' blasted

When I'm in the crib for yoour sh*t and a thick plastic

S duck tape stuck in my pocket for one reason

You can stop screamin' stop squermin' or stop breathin'

Cause I didn't come here to stay or play your babysitter

I came here to split your mother f**kin wig ni**a

If your block gettin money ni**a I want in

Run it in

Before I run in

Your spot 200 glocks and 100 men

Droppin' More shells than run and 'em

Actin Bad

Smash a ni**a stash and mash

Snatch the bag

Bust him in his a** and dash

Un cock the mag

Kill him I don't need no mask

We Identify each other ni**a Mac and Brad

Who you know but Mac and Brad

Come through all black

No mask and crash your pad

8 clips 4 hammers desert eagle the place

Nobody but Sigel and Face

You Feel that

Yeah ni**a that's what I'm talkin about I know you not tired

I'm Through I'm tired and I'm out this motherf**ker

Yo I spit so real so my boys can eat

You got the nerve to have a deal and just noise on beats

Little suburb ni**a never saw the streets

Silver spoon a** ni**a never drawed your heat

I keep it the truth what's all the fakin' for

God dam every week I got to break a jaw

And you wonder why I smack up niggas

Sh*t it's either that or Macs gonna clap up niggas

What ya'll want me to do hunh soften up

So my raps can start to soften up

Sh*t never that

Dog forever my baretta cat

Hittin' niggas in they fitted cap where the letters at

I told ya'll that the truth in here

Recognize hottest thing in a booth in here

The Gooch in here

Ay yo it's over in here

God damn somebody bring me some juice in here

I used to be a drug dealer

Hangin in the cut sellin' dime rocks

Gettin' cash to eat with

Punchin' a time clock

In the ghetto makin' small change

Slingin' till the sun up

Got to pay my phone bill focusing on the come up

Got 6 shots numbers strait

Crank bout 38

Big boys trippin' on me tryin' to ni**a hate

This 17 year old Tony Montana type

Aint never did the killin' but still I'm lovin the drama right

Undercovers pass by thinkin I don't know the truth

Makin niggas these offers they know these niggas can't refuse