lirik lagu beanie sigel - mac and brad
beanie, what’s up, baby?
what’s happening?
(face)
sigel, what ‘ bout to get off, baby?
we fittin’ to get off
aiyo, what we goin’ to do on this sh-t man?
let’s wreck this motherf-cker, baby’, what’s happenin’?
what you want to do n-gg-?
i, i wanna, i wanna smash it
(smash)
back and forth, back and forth
let’s 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, c-ck and spray
hit you n-gg-s from a block away
sk to the stock away
’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 n-gg-s is bullsh-t
been talkin’ big six but scared as f-ck when i pulled it
now eat this motherf-ckin’ bullet
these n-gg-s got some p-ssy in ’em
see i got them p-ssin’ in they denim
man you f-ckin’ with a stash raper, duct taper
f-ck you police and f-ck neighbors
move to smooth, don’t duck or try to shake us
2 p 8 9 ruge, so don’t tuck paper
you heard what the man said? b-tch 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 -ss
slowin’ me down gets you blasted
for your chunk, i’ll trunk your folks
it ain’t 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 d-mn 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 n-gg-s call you short arm
pelets in your hand, you’ll never put shorts on
ain’t sh-t fair when you got to get your war on
so why don’t you come out and play?
make my mother f-ckin’ day
y’all n-gg-s cotton, potatoes like augrotten
we n-gg-s plottin’ to hit your stash and leave you rotten
i done bust slugs from all types of sh-t
i have your -ss plugged up to all types of sh-t
and i show you, dog, how your life can get
and every thing all real f-ck what you might can get
’cause nothin’ needs to be said something needs to be done
b give me a cigarette, i think i need one
’cause in ’bout 15 seconds i’m a set the motherf-ckin’ alarm off
and shoot this motherf-ckers arm off
you n-gg-s better smartin’ up
act like mac won’t come through and spark sh-t up
where the f-ck you get heart from?
little b-tch -ss n-gg- started commin’ out the f-ckin’ dark from
i done told you, i’m the only n-gg- pushin’ weight
and for another n-gg- to try to take my place is in the wake
it’s time i retaliate
i’ll make you mother f-ckers pay
now point me to the motherf-ckin’, yay
you lookin’ at a sick b-st-rd
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 your sh-t and a thick plastic
i got this 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-ckin’ wig, n-gg-
if your block gettin’ money n-gg-, i want in
run it in before i run in
your spot 200 glocks and 100 men
droppin’ more sh-lls than run and ’em
actin’ bad, smash a n-gg- stash and mash
sn-tch the bag, bust him in his -ss and dash
un c-ck the mag
kill him i don’t need no mask
we identify each other n-gg- 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
n-body but sigel and face, you feel that?
yeah n-gg- that’s what i’m talkin’ about i know you not tired
i’m through, i’m tired and i’m out this motherf-cker
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 n-gg- never saw the streets
silver spoon -ss n-gg- never drawed your heat
i keep it the truth, what’s all the fakin’ for?
god d-mn, every week i got to break a jaw
and you wonder why i smack up n-gg-s?
sh-t, it’s either that or mac’s gonna clap up n-gg-s
what ya’ll want me to do hun? soften up?
so my raps can start to soften up?
sh-t never that, dog, forever my baretta cat
hittin’ n-gg-s 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, aiyo, it’s over in here
god d-mn, 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 n-gg- hate
this 17 year old tony montana type
ain’t never did the killin’ but still i’m lovin’ the drama right
under covers p-ss by thinkin’ i don’t know the truth
makin’ n-gg-s these offers they know these n-gg-s can’t refuse
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