Lyrics:
and employees
I came out of the lake, but I be in the boondocks
Flannel or overall, work boots, tube socks
I'll put something right through your face from out
She say she down for whatever
Even through the rain and stormy weather
Everything I do she make it better
Put me on a higher level
Ever since the day
hectic
But get arrested but get respected
Piss infested, dislexic
Take caution money, for extortion money
Girls fate just for abortion money
Honey no day
so I hit the ground, my life is on the line
Gotta hold my projects down, can't see myself getting bodied
By a clown ass nigga that ain't even from my
balls wet
I'm a monster, these other niggas small pets
Claim they sick but they get cured by your dog's vet
I'm thorough from my Yank' to my gourtex
[Beanie Sigel]
Ughh, ughh, yeah
This is Beanie Sigel
That Philly cat playin' wit that silly rap
Put your weight up, not your hate up, niggas
Daz
And that's your ass
Fucked around and let Young Swoop take your cash (ha ha)
He didn't even run, he walked away (bust)
'cause I let it sit that day
ahead and touch my cheek then
But we'll be burying you and your
Whole motherfucking family by the weekend
I'm calling your bluff, go on and buck
I got my
and told him hold your breath
Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the deck
Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast
Held her in my arms till her
little nigga stay humble
His mama steady questioning how the cash keep on coming
He said he got what shorty down the block selling bundles
I heard your
to trippin
I'm the fist in brass knuckles that's goin hit your chin
All the snitchers sitting down with the feds to yap
I'm the loud hard chhh
killed in my hallways we parle
My feet been killing me all day
Your boy down for life like them killers in Rahway
It's all work and no play
Cause this
might earn respect
But the OPD found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the [unverified]
Face down on the ground, keep my hands in sight
Put
crashed in like 4 days
Liquor got me goin' more craze
Left the record by Scorces'
I lie and say the world's yours
I put my mama in a million dollar
and Omelly in the car, on call flight
Tryna swing that work nigga, this is our life
We bring that work to your door nigga
(uh knock knock)
Strapped down, 44
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
you're not a real artist, but it's my obligation
Honest Abe is on his way, you will not escape
Ammunition, replenish the Punisher
With his gun at your
the one some think is great?
I'm that one (son of a gun!)
Drivin' by wavin' my fist
Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this
Top gun, never on the run
people like it by you
When you down is when they try you
Watered down or wanna dry you
From your self motivation supply
Move
I don't care if you're
you a freedom fighter
Lick a shot if you a true souljah
Now dance your way back to Zion
(Now Dance your way back to Zion)
I put it down for your love,
ticking fast, we just getting by
It's been hard to find a new you by my side
Broken down and you seen me one on one
Miss the days when I knew I was the only
a cocaine cowboy
Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars
Without talking about my big dick?
The other day me and your thick bitch had a great day and we ate
on the tips
Just put some new diamonds on my wrist
Stressed out bout to roll another splif
Pack strong walk by you getta Whiff
I'm out my brain
Mutha Fuckas
at least I had a blast
So don't forget to look at the stars up in the sky
Put a smile on your face as it's time to say goodbye
This could be the chance for
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