歌曲 | Stop, Chill - Album Version (Explicit) |
歌手 | Beanie Sigel |
专辑 | The Truth |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Grant, Stinson | |
New shitWsup | |
WsupWsupStop, chill, relax, and let this nigga sigel flow | |
I know you can't believe the flow, you can't cope | |
I flow dope | |
Like a key ya blow | |
You like naw, beans, same nigga from 21st and sigel street | |
When it's beef people let them desert eagle speak | |
So whoever, wherever | |
I don't care where we meet | |
Stop, chill, don't talk shit sideways outta your mouth | |
I will slap spit sideways outta your mouth | |
Bitch niggas talk indirect it don't matter | |
When you got snitch niggas right in your set | |
That's why | |
I know where you niggas sling coke and pumped at | |
Same spot that you liable to see me at | |
Gun and a mask one in the stash where the seed at | |
Stop, all my young bucks huggin' the block | |
Stop puttin' drugs in your sock | |
You makin' it easy for the cops to catch you | |
They hooked to that stash and that trash and that bag of pretzels | |
You gotta hustle smarter than that | |
Cop coke harder than that, keep your dough apart from your crack | |
Keep a stash in the dark for the trap | |
Man you never know when the narks gon launch an attack | |
Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
You niggas rats you ain't willin' to die | |
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real | |
Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
You niggas rats you ain't willin' to die | |
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real | |
It's still vex in the game tryin' na earn respect | |
I got the best of out and y'all ain't heard shit yet | |
You can shuffle up the cards | |
I'ma learn the deck | |
When I do the game is mine, man | |
I'm aimin' high | |
Niggas talk about guns don't be carryin' none | |
Every two hammers | |
I cock I'm buryin' one | |
I'ma dress in all stash this year, whenever | |
I'm nearFrom the first junior, to | |
Madison Square | |
Stop, chill, 'cuz | |
I know y'all niggas like | |
Mac fuckin' that track | |
Let me show you somethin' dog it ain't nothin' for | |
MacIt come all natural like | |
I'm bustin' my gat | |
Or I'm stuck in a spot crushin' the crack | |
Got ice in a pot, fluffin' the crack | |
Takin' backs to the block so don't stuff in them packs | |
Doin' life on the roc ain't nothin' fuckin' with that | |
Me, jail, dog, you can put me under the ground | |
Where I'm from all my niggas they from under the ground | |
You can hear us when we come it's a thunderous sound | |
Trees, stompin', roc jeans and a bunch of white | |
T troopers | |
Stay on post with they toast and they like to shoot you | |
Philly cats no rack, big guns and sumas | |
Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
You niggas rats you ain't willin' to die | |
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real | |
Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
You niggas rats you ain't willin' to die | |
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real |
zuo ci : Grant, Stinson | |
New shitWsup | |
WsupWsupStop, chill, relax, and let this nigga sigel flow | |
I know you can' t believe the flow, you can' t cope | |
I flow dope | |
Like a key ya blow | |
You like naw, beans, same nigga from 21st and sigel street | |
When it' s beef people let them desert eagle speak | |
So whoever, wherever | |
I don' t care where we meet | |
Stop, chill, don' t talk shit sideways outta your mouth | |
I will slap spit sideways outta your mouth | |
Bitch niggas talk indirect it don' t matter | |
When you got snitch niggas right in your set | |
That' s why | |
I know where you niggas sling coke and pumped at | |
Same spot that you liable to see me at | |
Gun and a mask one in the stash where the seed at | |
Stop, all my young bucks huggin' the block | |
Stop puttin' drugs in your sock | |
You makin' it easy for the cops to catch you | |
They hooked to that stash and that trash and that bag of pretzels | |
You gotta hustle smarter than that | |
Cop coke harder than that, keep your dough apart from your crack | |
Keep a stash in the dark for the trap | |
Man you never know when the narks gon launch an attack | |
Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
You niggas rats you ain' t willin' to die | |
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real | |
Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
You niggas rats you ain' t willin' to die | |
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real | |
It' s still vex in the game tryin' na earn respect | |
I got the best of out and y' all ain' t heard shit yet | |
You can shuffle up the cards | |
I' ma learn the deck | |
When I do the game is mine, man | |
I' m aimin' high | |
Niggas talk about guns don' t be carryin' none | |
Every two hammers | |
I cock I' m buryin' one | |
I' ma dress in all stash this year, whenever | |
I' m nearFrom the first junior, to | |
Madison Square | |
Stop, chill, ' cuz | |
I know y' all niggas like | |
Mac fuckin' that track | |
Let me show you somethin' dog it ain' t nothin' for | |
MacIt come all natural like | |
I' m bustin' my gat | |
Or I' m stuck in a spot crushin' the crack | |
Got ice in a pot, fluffin' the crack | |
Takin' backs to the block so don' t stuff in them packs | |
Doin' life on the roc ain' t nothin' fuckin' with that | |
Me, jail, dog, you can put me under the ground | |
Where I' m from all my niggas they from under the ground | |
You can hear us when we come it' s a thunderous sound | |
Trees, stompin', roc jeans and a bunch of white | |
T troopers | |
Stay on post with they toast and they like to shoot you | |
Philly cats no rack, big guns and sumas | |
Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
You niggas rats you ain' t willin' to die | |
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real | |
Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
You niggas rats you ain' t willin' to die | |
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real |
zuò cí : Grant, Stinson | |
New shitWsup | |
WsupWsupStop, chill, relax, and let this nigga sigel flow | |
I know you can' t believe the flow, you can' t cope | |
I flow dope | |
Like a key ya blow | |
You like naw, beans, same nigga from 21st and sigel street | |
When it' s beef people let them desert eagle speak | |
So whoever, wherever | |
I don' t care where we meet | |
Stop, chill, don' t talk shit sideways outta your mouth | |
I will slap spit sideways outta your mouth | |
Bitch niggas talk indirect it don' t matter | |
When you got snitch niggas right in your set | |
That' s why | |
I know where you niggas sling coke and pumped at | |
Same spot that you liable to see me at | |
Gun and a mask one in the stash where the seed at | |
Stop, all my young bucks huggin' the block | |
Stop puttin' drugs in your sock | |
You makin' it easy for the cops to catch you | |
They hooked to that stash and that trash and that bag of pretzels | |
You gotta hustle smarter than that | |
Cop coke harder than that, keep your dough apart from your crack | |
Keep a stash in the dark for the trap | |
Man you never know when the narks gon launch an attack | |
Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
You niggas rats you ain' t willin' to die | |
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real | |
Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
You niggas rats you ain' t willin' to die | |
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real | |
It' s still vex in the game tryin' na earn respect | |
I got the best of out and y' all ain' t heard shit yet | |
You can shuffle up the cards | |
I' ma learn the deck | |
When I do the game is mine, man | |
I' m aimin' high | |
Niggas talk about guns don' t be carryin' none | |
Every two hammers | |
I cock I' m buryin' one | |
I' ma dress in all stash this year, whenever | |
I' m nearFrom the first junior, to | |
Madison Square | |
Stop, chill, ' cuz | |
I know y' all niggas like | |
Mac fuckin' that track | |
Let me show you somethin' dog it ain' t nothin' for | |
MacIt come all natural like | |
I' m bustin' my gat | |
Or I' m stuck in a spot crushin' the crack | |
Got ice in a pot, fluffin' the crack | |
Takin' backs to the block so don' t stuff in them packs | |
Doin' life on the roc ain' t nothin' fuckin' with that | |
Me, jail, dog, you can put me under the ground | |
Where I' m from all my niggas they from under the ground | |
You can hear us when we come it' s a thunderous sound | |
Trees, stompin', roc jeans and a bunch of white | |
T troopers | |
Stay on post with they toast and they like to shoot you | |
Philly cats no rack, big guns and sumas | |
Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
You niggas rats you ain' t willin' to die | |
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real | |
Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
You niggas rats you ain' t willin' to die | |
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real |