歌曲 | Who Want What - Album Version (Explicit) |
歌手 | Beanie Sigel |
专辑 | The Truth |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cox, Grant, Smith | |
What up Sigel? | |
Huh? YeahSmash, scrape, scrape, you know the game baby | |
Who the **** want what, me and | |
Bleek charmed up | |
With your town under siege diligent in the sleeve | |
Who the **** want what, me and | |
Beans charmed up | |
Got you niggas arms up my squad be armed up | |
Who the **** want what, me and | |
Bleek charmed up | |
With your town under siege diligent in the sleeve | |
Who the **** want what, me and | |
Beans charmed up | |
Got you niggas arms up my squad be armed up | |
This one's for the dogs with the 4-4 long | |
You niggas bust shots but you throw yours wrong | |
Peep game, niggas leaves stain when it rain | |
Damped and wont 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 basket case | |
You 'bout to 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 | |
Ayo we outshinin' niggas, two of the finest niggas | |
Got niggas like damn where'd | |
Jay find them niggas | |
Rock blocked diamonds niggas, that'll blind you niggas | |
You know it's | |
Cru Love, just thought we'd remind you niggas | |
Who the **** want what, who the **** want what | |
Who the **** want what, who the **** want what | |
Who the **** want what, who want what | |
Who the **** want what | |
Beans and | |
Bleek, Roc baby, don't stop | |
Ayo I ride with the top down, high with the glock now | |
War it don't stop now, | |
Memph man hot now | |
Niggas didn't want that | |
I'm still where you pump at | |
B. Sigel, | |
M. Bleek, niggas can't front that | |
Ayo nigga who want that, not a soul | |
First week, no video, went gold bases loaded, now | |
I'm up to bat | |
Witness the truth, niggas can't **** with that | |
**** 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' | |
Niggas don't want it with | |
Mac, trust me | |
Niggas wanna chill, roll up, and get blunted with | |
MacA then we swerve out, blowin' herb out, you heard 'bout | |
My 'bout it squad, niggas get rowdy and rob | |
Who the **** want what, me and | |
Bleek charmed up | |
With your town under siege diligent in the sleeve | |
Who the **** want what, me and | |
Beans charmed up | |
Got you niggas arms up my squad be armed up | |
Who the **** want what, me and | |
Bleek charmed up | |
With your town under siege diligent in the sleeve | |
Who the **** want what, me and | |
Beans charmed up | |
Got you niggas arms up my squad be armed up | |
Ayo you heard the title nigga, who the **** want what | |
My bullets you get em free who the **** want one | |
Ayo I still throw 4, 5, 6, upset rookies | |
Set up shop on | |
Flushin', who you can't touch him | |
I'm still on two birds, two blunts, too hurt | |
Two of the biggest guns put two in your shirt | |
You can still get two to your chest | |
I'll show you 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 gat in my palm | |
Yo I still spit a thousand bars, still roam the reservoir 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 | |
HugoTo the streets all over, we spot you niggas | |
Put your feet up | |
Hova, we got you nigga | |
Who the **** want what, me and | |
Bleek charmed up | |
With your town under siege diligent in the sleeve | |
Who the **** want what, me and | |
Beans charmed up | |
Got you niggas arms up my squad be armed up | |
Who the **** want what, me and | |
Bleek charmed up | |
With your town under siege diligent in the sleeve | |
Who the **** want what, me and | |
Beans charmed up | |
Got you niggas arms up my squad be armed up |
zuo ci : Cox, Grant, Smith | |
What up Sigel? | |
Huh? YeahSmash, scrape, scrape, you know the game baby | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Bleek charmed up | |
With your town under siege diligent in the sleeve | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Beans charmed up | |
Got you niggas arms up my squad be armed up | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Bleek charmed up | |
With your town under siege diligent in the sleeve | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Beans charmed up | |
Got you niggas arms up my squad be armed up | |
This one' s for the dogs with the 44 long | |
You niggas bust shots but you throw yours wrong | |
Peep game, niggas leaves stain when it rain | |
Damped and wont 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 basket case | |
You ' bout to witness a dynasty like no other | |
Who flow like | |
Bleek, think, no other | |
Who rhyme like | |
Sigel, dog, no other | |
It' s Roca | |
Fella twin desert eagle no other | |
Ayo we outshinin' niggas, two of the finest niggas | |
Got niggas like damn where' d | |
Jay find them niggas | |
Rock blocked diamonds niggas, that' ll blind you niggas | |
You know it' s | |
Cru Love, just thought we' d remind you niggas | |
Who the want what, who the want what | |
Who the want what, who the want what | |
Who the want what, who want what | |
Who the want what | |
Beans and | |
Bleek, Roc baby, don' t stop | |
Ayo I ride with the top down, high with the glock now | |
War it don' t stop now, | |
Memph man hot now | |
Niggas didn' t want that | |
I' m still where you pump at | |
B. Sigel, | |
M. Bleek, niggas can' t front that | |
Ayo nigga who want that, not a soul | |
First week, no video, went gold bases loaded, now | |
I' m up to bat | |
Witness the truth, niggas can' t with that | |
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' | |
Niggas don' t want it with | |
Mac, trust me | |
Niggas wanna chill, roll up, and get blunted with | |
MacA then we swerve out, blowin' herb out, you heard ' bout | |
My ' bout it squad, niggas get rowdy and rob | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Bleek charmed up | |
With your town under siege diligent in the sleeve | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Beans charmed up | |
Got you niggas arms up my squad be armed up | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Bleek charmed up | |
With your town under siege diligent in the sleeve | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Beans charmed up | |
Got you niggas arms up my squad be armed up | |
Ayo you heard the title nigga, who the want what | |
My bullets you get em free who the want one | |
Ayo I still throw 4, 5, 6, upset rookies | |
Set up shop on | |
Flushin', who you can' t touch him | |
I' m still on two birds, two blunts, too hurt | |
Two of the biggest guns put two in your shirt | |
You can still get two to your chest | |
I' ll show you 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 gat in my palm | |
Yo I still spit a thousand bars, still roam the reservoir 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 | |
HugoTo the streets all over, we spot you niggas | |
Put your feet up | |
Hova, we got you nigga | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Bleek charmed up | |
With your town under siege diligent in the sleeve | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Beans charmed up | |
Got you niggas arms up my squad be armed up | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Bleek charmed up | |
With your town under siege diligent in the sleeve | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Beans charmed up | |
Got you niggas arms up my squad be armed up |
zuò cí : Cox, Grant, Smith | |
What up Sigel? | |
Huh? YeahSmash, scrape, scrape, you know the game baby | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Bleek charmed up | |
With your town under siege diligent in the sleeve | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Beans charmed up | |
Got you niggas arms up my squad be armed up | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Bleek charmed up | |
With your town under siege diligent in the sleeve | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Beans charmed up | |
Got you niggas arms up my squad be armed up | |
This one' s for the dogs with the 44 long | |
You niggas bust shots but you throw yours wrong | |
Peep game, niggas leaves stain when it rain | |
Damped and wont 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 basket case | |
You ' bout to witness a dynasty like no other | |
Who flow like | |
Bleek, think, no other | |
Who rhyme like | |
Sigel, dog, no other | |
It' s Roca | |
Fella twin desert eagle no other | |
Ayo we outshinin' niggas, two of the finest niggas | |
Got niggas like damn where' d | |
Jay find them niggas | |
Rock blocked diamonds niggas, that' ll blind you niggas | |
You know it' s | |
Cru Love, just thought we' d remind you niggas | |
Who the want what, who the want what | |
Who the want what, who the want what | |
Who the want what, who want what | |
Who the want what | |
Beans and | |
Bleek, Roc baby, don' t stop | |
Ayo I ride with the top down, high with the glock now | |
War it don' t stop now, | |
Memph man hot now | |
Niggas didn' t want that | |
I' m still where you pump at | |
B. Sigel, | |
M. Bleek, niggas can' t front that | |
Ayo nigga who want that, not a soul | |
First week, no video, went gold bases loaded, now | |
I' m up to bat | |
Witness the truth, niggas can' t with that | |
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' | |
Niggas don' t want it with | |
Mac, trust me | |
Niggas wanna chill, roll up, and get blunted with | |
MacA then we swerve out, blowin' herb out, you heard ' bout | |
My ' bout it squad, niggas get rowdy and rob | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Bleek charmed up | |
With your town under siege diligent in the sleeve | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Beans charmed up | |
Got you niggas arms up my squad be armed up | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Bleek charmed up | |
With your town under siege diligent in the sleeve | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Beans charmed up | |
Got you niggas arms up my squad be armed up | |
Ayo you heard the title nigga, who the want what | |
My bullets you get em free who the want one | |
Ayo I still throw 4, 5, 6, upset rookies | |
Set up shop on | |
Flushin', who you can' t touch him | |
I' m still on two birds, two blunts, too hurt | |
Two of the biggest guns put two in your shirt | |
You can still get two to your chest | |
I' ll show you 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 gat in my palm | |
Yo I still spit a thousand bars, still roam the reservoir 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 | |
HugoTo the streets all over, we spot you niggas | |
Put your feet up | |
Hova, we got you nigga | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Bleek charmed up | |
With your town under siege diligent in the sleeve | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Beans charmed up | |
Got you niggas arms up my squad be armed up | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Bleek charmed up | |
With your town under siege diligent in the sleeve | |
Who the want what, me and | |
Beans charmed up | |
Got you niggas arms up my squad be armed up |