Who Want What
Memphis Bleek, Beanie Sigel
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What up Sigel? Huh? Yeah Smash, scrape, scrape... You know the game baby [Chorus:] Beanie Mac and Memphis Who the f*ck want what Me and Bleek charmed up, with your town under siege Diligent in the sleeve Who the f*ck want what Me and Beans charmed up , got you niggas arms up My squad be armed up This one's for the dogs with the 4-4 long You niggas bust shots but you throw yours wrong (yeah) Peep game, niggas leaves stain when it rain Dipped and won't dry we thugs we won't cry A yo you know how we play dog, smash and scrape Pull them real tools out they won't blast them eights Trust me they start telling who blast the weight Bleek a three time felon I'm pass the case You bout to 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 twins desert eagle no other A yo we outshining niggas, two of the finest niggas Got niggas like damn where'd Jay find them niggas Rock blocked diamonds niggas, then blind you niggas You know it's Cru Love, just thought we'd remind you niggas Who the f*ck want what Who the f*ck want what Who the f*ck want what Who the f*ck want what Who the f*ck want what Who want what Who the f*ck want what Beans and Bleek, Roc baby, don't stop A yo I ride with the top down , high with the glock now War it don't stop now, Memph man hot now Niggas didn't want that I'm still where you pump at B. Sigel, M. Bleek, niggas can't front that A yo nigga who want that, not a soul First week, no video, went gold Bases loaded, now I'm up to bat Witness the truth, niggas can't f*ck with that F*ck those who disagree like these streets ain't mine Like the Roc don't mean something, glock won't lean something A yo like I won't pop up in fifty shot machine something Hit you from a half a block, infrared beam something Niggas don't want it with Mac, trust me Niggas want to chill, roll up, and get blunted with Mac A yo we swerve out, blowing herb out, you herb out My bout it squad, niggas get rowdy and rob A yo you heard the title nigga, who the f*ck want what My bullets you get em free who the f*ck want one A yo I still throw 4, 5, 6, upset rookies Set up shop and flushing, who you can't touch him I'm still on two birds, two blunts, too hurt Two of the biggest guns put two in your shirt You can still get two to your chest I'll show what a thug about and let them slugs spit out I'm that same cat all black crack in my palm Hop off the B. Franklin with gats in my palm Yo I still spit a thousand bars, still roam the reservoir with dogs I still wire your jaw And yeah I smoke weed, I don't give a you know Pop up on your block and hit it up in the Hugo To the streets all over, we spot you niggas Put your feet up Hova, we got you nigga
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Written by: DWIGHT GRANT, JUSTIN SMITH, JUSTIN GREGORY SMITH, MALIK COX, MALIK DESHAWN COX
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