[Beanie Sigel Talking]
Somebody's burnin close to the ground
I been here before,but I ain't gone lay down
Naw, naw you s**as, I ain't gone lay down
[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
Uh aiyoa I walks like a pimp, spark wit this mack
Click lock ain't a smith you tell from this gat
You f** around and lose a leg or somethin
I laser somethin I'm a predator
Make me Schwarzennegger something
You n***as talkin bout a dolla ain't a thing
I got da blocks spoiled keep oils like vavoline
I move work in and out da Tri-State
No trouble don't supply weight
All bubbles five eights
Yeah, I'm in and out of state
I touched alot of states
And yeah my plate touched alot steaks
And you crumbs can't supply a cake
And cake don't make crumbs it's true
Do da knowledge wait
I'm try to school you to some game youngin
But you nuckle head lame youngin
Swear you know the game youngin
Swear we move on the same train youngin
You on a different track
I'm the conductor i can switch it back
[Rell: Hook Sung]
Yall n***as don't realize [uh uh]
What it takes to make this doe
There's no mothaf**in way that I [we eatin n***a]
Can show you how we roll
Wish yall realized [get meal, get a free lunch ticket or somethin]
What it takes to make this cream
Moves I'm makin wit my team
So simple as it seems
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
Yall n***as f**in wit that bake and that come back
And always got a story like wait, I'mma come back
Sometimes you gotta go away to make a come back
And those that know when they go don't even come back
My nails dirty I ain't sit on my hands
Scale dirty I ain't sit on no grams
Jail worthy work the sh** outta zans
Man, hustlin all inside of me
I cop a spot, pop them numbers like the lottery
Keep my lucky sevens, big fours right beside of me
Nights pick six or keep hollows right beside of me
In case them numbers on them balls jump around
I gotta make a call come to town and dumb around
You mufackas betta buckle down
Before I buck you down
Naw n***a we can't knuckle now
We past dat we on another level
Like blast dat, body bag, casket, nother shevel
[Rell: Hook Sung]
[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
I sold it all
I even f**ed up n***as on the dice
Bucked them n***as who was nice
Broke em all
You used to pop willies on the block
Now you pop willy on the block
So where da raw
My attitude like the state of Missouri
Can I relate to you story
n***as naw
You talkin to the wrong one
n***a I'm a strong gun
Walked in this game
But I'm in it for the long run
Till the lord come
I'm a get it till it's all done
[Rell:Hook Sung Until Instrumental and fade out]