Beanie Sigel - Stop, Chill Lyrics
New shitWsup!Wsup!Wsup![beanie mac]Stop , chill , relax , and let this nigga sigel flowI know you cant believe the flow , you cant cope I flow dopeLike a key ya blowYou like naw , beans , same nigga from 21st and sigel streetWhen its beef people let them desert eagle speakSo whoever , wherever I dont care where we meetStop , chill , dont talk shit sideways outta your mouthI will slap spit sideways outta your mouth***** niggas talk indirect it dont matterWhen you got snitch niggas right in your setThats why I know where you niggas sling coke and pump d atSame spot that you liable to see me atGun and a mask , one in the stash where the seed atStop , all my young bucks huggin the blockStop puttin drugs in your sockYou makin it easy for the cops to catch youThey hooked to that stash and that trash and that bag of pretzelsYou gotta hustle smarter than thatCop coke harder than that , keep your dough apart from your crackKeep a stash in the dark for the trapMan you never know when the narks gon launch an attackHook 2xStop , I know you cats livin a lieYou niggas rats you aint willin to dieChill , I spit it for my niggas keepin it streetKeepin they steel , all my niggas keepin it realIts still vex in the game tryin na earn respectI got the best of out and yall aint heard shit yetYou can shuffle up the cards ima learn the deckWhen I do the game is mine , man Im aimin highNiggas talk about guns dont be carryin noneEvery two hammers I ***** Im buryin oneIma dress in all stash this year , whenever Im near>from the first junior , to madison squareStop , chill , cuz I know yall niggas like mac *****in that trackLet me show you somethin dog it aint nothin for macIt come all natural like Im bustin my gatOr Im stuck in a spot crushin the crackGot ice in a pot , fluffin the crackTakin backs to the block so dont stuff in them packsDoin life on the roc aint nothin *****in with thatMe , jail , dog , you can put me under the groundWhere Im from all my niggas they from under the groundYou can hear us when we come its a thunderous soundTrees , stompin , roc jeans and a bunch of white t troopersStay on post with they toast and they like to shoot youPhilly cats no rack , big guns and sumasHook 2x
