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What up Sigel?
Huh? Yeah
Smash , scr*pe, scr*pe.... you know the game baby
CHORUS 2X: Beanie Mac and Memphis
Who the fk want what
Me and Bleek charmed up , with your town under siege
Diligent in the sleeve
Who the fk want what
Me and Beans charmed up , got you arms up
My squad be armed up
Memphis Bleek
This one's for the dogs with the 4-4 long
You bust shots but you throw yours wrong (yeah)
Peep game , leaves stain when it rain
Damped and wont dry we thugs we won't cry
Beanie Mac
Ayo you know how we play dog , smash and scr*pe
Pull them real tools out they won't blast them eights
Trust me they start tellin who blast the weight
Bleek a three time felon I'ma basket case
MB
You bout ta witness a dynasty like no other
Who flow like Bleek , think , no other
Who rhyme like Sigel , dog , no other
It's Roc-a-Fella twin desert eagle no other
BM
Ayo we outshinin , two of the finest
Got like d*mn where'd Jay find them
Rock blocked diamonds , that'll blind you
You know it's Cru Love , just thought we'd remind you
Who the fk want what
Who the fk want what
Who the fk want what
Who the fk want what
Who the fk want what
Who want what
Who the fk want what
Beans and Bleek , Roc baby , don't stop
MB
Ayo I ride with the top down , high with the glock now
War it don't stop now , Memph man hot now
didn't want that I'm still where you pump at
B. Sigel , M. Bleek , can't front that
BM
Ayo nigg* who want that , not a soul
First week, no video , went gold
Bases loaded , now I'm up to bat
Witness the truth , can't fk with that
MB
fk those who disagree like these streets aint mine
Like the Roc don't mean somethin , glock won't lean somethin
BM
Ayo like I won't pop up in fifty shot machine somethin
Hit you from a half a block , infrared beam somethin
don't want it with Mac , trust me
wanna chill , roll up , and get blunted with Mac
MB
A then we swerve out , blowin herb out , you heard 'bout
My 'bout it squad , get rowdy and rob
CHORUS
MB
Ayo you heard the title nigg* , who the fk want what
My bullets you get em free who the fk want one
BM
Ayo I still throw 4, 5, 6 , upset rookies
Set up shop on Flushin , who you can't touch him
MB
I'm still on two birds , two blunts , too hurt
Two of the biggets guns put two in your shirt
BM
You can still get two to your chest
I'll show what a thug about and let them slugs spit out
MB
I'm that same cat all black crack in my palm
Hop off the B. Franklin with gat in my palm
BM
Yo I still spit a thousand bars , still roam the resevoir with dogs
I still wire your jaw
MB
And yeah I smoke weed , I don't give a you know
Pop up on your block and hit it up in the Hugo
BM
To the streets all over , we spot you
Put your feet up Hova , we got you nigg*
CHORUS
