What up Sigel?
Huh? Yeah
Smash , scrape, scrape.... you know the game baby
[Chorus: Beanie and Mac](x2)
Who the f** want what
Me and Bleek charmed up , with your town under siege
Dillinger in the sleeve
Who the f** want what
Me and Beans charmed up , got you n***as arms up
My squad be armed up
[Verse 1: Beanie and Memphis]
This one's for the dogs with the 4-4 long
You n***as bust shots but you throw yours wrong (yeah)
Peep game , n***as leaves stain when it rain
Dipped and won't dry we thugs we won't cry
Ayo you know how we play dog , smash and scrape
Pull them real tools out they won't blast them eights
Trust me they start tellin who blast the weight
Bleek a three time felon I'mma pa** the case
You bout ta 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
Ayo we outshinin n***as , two of the finest n***as
Got n***as like damn where'd Jay find them n***as
Rock blocked diamonds n***as , then blind you n***as
You know it's Cru Love , just thought we'd remind you n***as
Who the f** want what
Who the f** want what
Who the f** want what
Who the f** want what
Who the f** want what
Who want what
Who the f** want what
Beans and Bleek , Roc baby , don't stop
[Verse 2: Beanie and Memphis]
Ayo I ride with the top down , high with the Glock now
War it don't stop now , Memph man hot now
n***as didn't want that I'm still where you pump at
B. Sigel , M. Bleek , n***as can't front that
Ayo n***a who want that , not a soul
First week, no video , went gold
Bases loaded , now I'm up to bat
Witness the truth , n***as can't f** with that
f** those who disagree like these streets ain't mine
Like the Roc don't mean somethin , Glock won't lean somethin
Ayo like I won't pop up in fifty shot machine somethin
Hit you from a half a block , infrared beam somethin
n***as don't want it with Mac , trust me
n***as wanna chill , roll up , and get blunted with Mac
Ayo we swerve out , blowin herb out , you herb out
My bout it squad , n***as get rowdy and rob
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[Verse 2: Beanie and Memphis]
Ayo you heard the title n***a , who the f** want what
My bullets you get em free who the f** want one
Ayo I still throw 4, 5, 6 , upset rookies
Set up shop and flushin , who you can't touch him
I'm still on two birds , two blunts , too hurt
Two of the biggets 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 resevoir 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 n***as
Put your feet up Hova , we got you n***a
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