Memphis Bleek - Who Want What lyrics

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 CHORUS [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 CHORUS