Beanie Sigel

Beanie Sigel - Stop Chill lyrics

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 [Beanie Mac]
 Stop , 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 pump D 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

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 Stop , I know you cats livin a lie
 You niggas rats you aint 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 aint 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 near
 >From 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 aint nothin for Mac
 It 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 aint 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

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Language: English

Appearing on: The Truth (2000)

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