Beanie Sigel

Beanie Sigel - Same Ole Thang songtekst

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[Beanie Sigel:]

Uhh, I did it again niggaz (ha ha!)

You know you done fucked up right? (Right.. right..)

I know what y'all out there askin y'allself (uhhh)

Will his gun EVER jam up?

No...



... a lot of speculations

on the hammers I done raised, niggaz I done blazed

Man I stay strapped, will that nigga really clap?

Niggaz I got popped or shot up direct

Is it true he kept a mac and don't fuck with them tecs?

What's the position you hold, when that stock gon' fold

On that K rappers sprayed when my gun unload

Bullets tired of shit, but they'll leave you cold

Before +Boyz+ turn +II Men+ they at the "End of they Road"

Yeah the bully back, to put you on your ass

quicker than that fully mac slide a bullet in the shaft

I give 'em room to breathe, but never room to leave

Every nigga I done clapped, never came back

Locked, nice glock, nigga you should see the mac

That hold 40 fevers when the stock pulled back

You be sweatin like 40 fevers when I pull that

Let's end the speculations on will I clap

When you muh'fuckers gon' realize that?

I blaze you without a razor get your wig pushed back



[Chorus:]

It's the same ole thang, in the game and it ain't no change

Cats come don't say no names, we don't play no games

And we quick to let the thang go bang

If a nigga wanna test my aim, it's the same ole thang

Same ole thang, it's the same ole thang

Same ole thang



[Beanie Sigel:]

Man, ain't shit different, it's the old Ford Sig' remix

Braids gone, my wave's on, got 'em seasick, I'm up in

Your ribs touchin like you ain't eat shit

Whoever said that the kid wouldn't be shit? Stacks increasin

That's a moot point so keep leapin

Spaces to the left, feds keep creepin

Plottin on my arrest, they want a nigga stretched in the precinct

Press'll paint a picture like, don't release him

Check his background, his prior stretch since a delinquent

Plus check the people he in sync with

Them +Old Kids on the Blocks+, who else who on the +Backstreets+?

The +Boys+ tryin to +Color Him Badd+

He's a three-time felon in fact, he on probation right now

Ankle bracelet can't confine him to the house

Bad weight, no consighment, can't confine him 'til it drought

My fed case lawyer knocked the bottom of it out, BLAOW



[Chorus]
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