Beanie Sigel - What You Talkin Bout? (I Ain't Ya Average Cat) lyrics

[Hook] I ain't your average cat f** rap, I'm trying to make cream, and that's that (What you talking bout?) [Verse 1] Man, I ain't talking about the Prop I ain't talking bout the Roc I don't talk bout mine Why will I talk on what you got What you talking bout? Cause you ain't talking about a lot And n***a, I'm from the ghetto so I talk about the block They say in every rhyme that I talk about my Glock But I squeeze for real and don't do no talking when I pop "Punta maricon, cabron" then you drop And I stand on my own, I don't be talking to no cops And I ain't talking for Chris and I ain't talking for Neef And I ain't talking for Sparks and I ain't talking for Free I ain't talking for Crakk, I got words for Oschi But I ain't talking bout that, I'm talking for me B Sig the sequel Better yet, the prequel Never fear for war This hog know I squeeze still For that thing of ours Till we D.I.E My brothers keep it like Nino and G That's what I'm talking bout [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm a grown-a** man; I don't sit on n***as' laps And I ain't looking for no gifts outta Santa Claus' sack Santa ain't real - let alone is he black Catch him coming down my chimney and the Mac'll go Vrack! Get a dog, get a cat I bet the cat put the tongue on you rats n***as extend their hands, put their hands in their lap Scared to face the man in the mirror: Mike Jack The mere sight of Beans raise the hairs on your back n***as talking "compared to Sig you wack" Scrap, I know you ain't wanna talk about that But since n***as talking, let's talk about facts From the city where it's long dark nights here Where hard knock life's real (MJ, Annie are you OK?) I'm so bad I'm a smooth criminal I'm a thriller holding a snub with a glove that don't glitter, n***a [Hook] [Verse 3] This ain't a diss record This a real record How it feel to get exposed? Don't you feel naked? I was the fly on the wall, the sh** I witnessed I could say, sh**, that make B look at you different And my gangsta wasn't never on trial But I was, I stood up tall, no snitching But the rapper Shawn called the police on me Cause I was front row at the Blueprint 3 I just wanted to see him MC And reminisce when we was the R.O.C But he called on the C.O.P's Not only that, he brought in the F.E.Ds (snitch) So that's telling me "F.U. Sig" So F you too and F Bleek 3 See, whether I rap or riddle out this motherf**er Pack a Gat keep a pistol out this motherf**er Crack a brick down the middle out this motherf**er My name good in every hood out this mother f**er Motherf**er [Hook] [Outro] Real rat. See, I think I held my tongue long enough About this whole Roc-A-Fella situation I was the realest thing that happened to the Roc The Roc was just a rock I brought the fellas to Roc-A-Fella Records Hot 9-7 stay proper, y'all remember I brought the street cred to that That thing etched in stone I fought all them battles, me, that's who Jadakiss, Nas, Dipset Anybody you would've told me to go after Matter of fact you ain't even have to tell me I front line for that Roc For that finger guard For that diamonds that people was throwing up I'd a took a bullet for Roc that day This ain't about a dollar This ain't about me hating on you cuz or anything Cause I never asked you for a dollar When I came home from jail Home, out here in the day When you ain't come one day to come see me Not one picture, a letter I went to the office and asked you Let me off Roc-A-Fella Records, out that situation Cause somebody, no man no blame, wanted me And they wanted to give some real money And you bounced that tennis ball around in your office for a hour And went back and forth with me and told me you ain't wanna let me go You remember that don't you? You even asked me did I want some money and I told you I don't want your money But you was in a position to make me get my own money And you couldn't do that But Sigel so real And you will never go to jail again cause you knew I would shoot If my life was a movie Sigel be the sequel You ain't fit for war Cause Sigel's in the field It's etched in stone My gangsta ain't never been on trial But guess what: How 2Pac say? I ain't mad at ya I understand, everybody can't go And you are already old Oh, and don't get it f**ed up This ain't the green light for everybody to start making "diss Jay-Z" records Nah, I still got love for the n***a This me taking my brother in the yard for 5 minutes Cause I got a knot in my chest that need to get unloosened And you got love for a motherf**er don't go away that easy See, many people gonna walk in and out your life But only real friends leave footprints on your heart, dog But I think yours fading in the sand And that's real rap And if me and you don't never talk again, dog And I gotta holla at you via MC on this mic, what up? How you say? Scream at me The richest man ain't the one with his first dollar, dogg It's the one who still got his first friend Roc-A-Fella for life, n***a It's the Roc