Beanie Sigel - Who Want What (feat. Memphis Bleek) lyrics

What up Sigel? Huh? Yeah Smash , scrape, scrape.... you know the game baby CHORUS 2X: Beanie Mac and Memphis Who the f** want what Me and Bleek charmed up , with your town under siege Diligent in the sleeve Who the f** want what Me and Beans charmed up , got you n***as arms up My squad be armed up (Memphis Bleek) 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 Damped and won't dry we thugs we won't cry (Beanie Mac) 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'ma basket case (MB) 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 twin desert eagle no other (BM) 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 , that'll 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 (MB) 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 (BM) 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 (MB) f** those who disagree like these streets ain't mine Like the Roc don't mean somethin , Glock won't lean somethin (BM) 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 (MB) A then we swerve out , blowin herb out , you heard 'bout My 'bout it squad , n***as get rowdy and rob CHORUS (MB) Ayo you heard the title n***a , who the f** want what My bullets you get em free who the f** want one (BM) Ayo I still throw 4, 5, 6 , upset rookies Set up shop on Flushin , who you can't touch him (MB) I'm still on two birds , two blunts , too hurt Two of the biggets guns put two in your shirt (BM) You can still get two to your chest I'll show what a thug about and let them slugs spit out (MB) I'm that same cat all black crack in my palm Hop off the B. Franklin with gat in my palm (BM) Yo I still spit a thousand bars , still roam the resevoir with dogs I still wire your jaw (MB) And yeah I smoke weed , I don't give a you know Pop up on your block and hit it up in the Hugo (BM) To the streets all over , we spot you n***as Put your feet up Hova , we got you n***a CHORUS