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Beanie Sigel
You bout to witness somethin like no other
The sky gon' get dark, streets gon' clutter
Weak-ass out there gon' suffer
Vets gon' quit, it's gettin hectic (uhh)
The s**t got deep - right about the time
when the year skipped a beat, that's when my s**t hit the street
s**t gon' shake up, squads gon' break up
Coats gon' get pulled, gon' wake up
Everybody want see a chance to eat
and chance the streets, you know they gon' 'vance police
Like the time they shackled me from hands to feet
cause I gave the jail system, a chance to speak
You know the cops wanna trap me up, the block wanna clap me up
It won't stop 'til they wrap me up (E'rything signed and sealed nigg*)
Gat be tucked, heat gon' back me up
R.O.C. - Bleek come on nigg*, back me up
*beat changes*
Memphis Bleek
Yeah.. yo..
Aiyyo Memph the young God, boss of this game
Got my part locked, I does my thang
Don't mistake me, I tote them thangs
Glock fo' pop off, knocks off thangs
Whole squad here, you know my click
Petit nice thing, you know my b*tch
Wide body truck, you know my whip
Cop that rock that pop that s**t
y'all , talk about, ain't really got
Me, I think dog, you not really hot
The hood I be, I stay in the drop
My hood, yo' hood, I'll lock any block
East to West Coast, Chi-Town baby
I come through, it's my town baby
A.T.L., I yell "Whattup my baby?"
Hit that, get that, bye bye baby!
*beat changes*
Jay-Z
Uh-huh uhh..
Guess who? Young Hov'
Bout to tear this motherfker DOWN!
Holla at me! It goes.. uhh
Jigga Man huh, it goes..
Nah! Y'all ain't gon' have me rappin on the bulls**t man
I.. I need some real music
So when we count to three and s**t
Ya gonna drop some real s**t
One, two, three - let's go!