Beanie (mack Bitch) Lyrics

Beanie (mack Bitch) lyrics

You know my name, bitch

 Uhh.. yeah.. hold up

 The streets gave me heat, and the Eagle was the thing that they gave me

 It's the rap guerilla that still clap.. fucka

 Yeah, guess who's back?

 

 [Verse 1]

 Mack, bitch - I move blocks and pounds

 I move out with small blocks from towns

 Move out with small glocks and pounds (uh-huh)

 And I take everything to the table bag and rock it down

 Fuck who watchin now; the neighbors, they in pocket now

 Fuck you haters cop some pocket now

 When it come to coke you cant outwit me, mine cheap

 Bout to take over the city of Philly like John Street

 Nigga ask all y'all fiends, they call me Chef Boyar-Beans

 Beanie Crocker, cook coke proper

 Right amount of flour siffin it up 

 Coke spots runnin by the hour shiftin it up

 Graveyard shifts, move packs in bundles

 Braveheart kids, use gats don't rumble

 Gorilla niggaz goin ape in this concrete jungle

 Banana clips'll make them monkeys humble

 

 [Chorus]

 BEANIEEEEEEEE! Sigel was the name that they gave me

 BEANIEEEEEEEE! Sigel was the name that they gave me

 BEANIEEE, BEANIEEE - Sigel was the name that they gave me

 BEANIEEEEEEEE! Yeah, but guess who back

 

 [Verse 2]

 It's Mack, bitch - uh-huh, back in the mix or the scuffle

 I'm in the hood with them chips like Ruffles

 Boxman, Frito Lay, for that free dough boxin

 You will lay, nigga I'm not playin

 Listen, whether I make cash or take cash

 I'm in the hood eatin with my dog like when we break-fast

 B's on the hood and the wheel and the brake pad

 Sheeit when I skate past, bitches shake ass

 I sit four-thirty deep in wheels

 You bout, four-thirty cheap in wheels - small Benz

 Look at your small rims, small wheel, small grill

 Big Beans, sittin in Bentley my heart peels

 Zero to sixty so quickly how you want it? You can have it 

 Drop top, stick shift, automatic

 Back wheels still smokin

 64 still rolling, 3 wheel motion, it's ferocious

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse 3]

 Mack, aiyyo

 On the low doe (shh!) the whole city is mine

 I'm trying to flood the whole city with dimes (yeah)

 I'm in the kitchen yeah, with that vision wear

 Get them digits clear you can come and get them pigeons here

 Niggaz talk about the crack game slowed up, BULLSHIT

 You switch to hustle when the rap game showed up (uh-huh)

 While you wastin your time spittin the rhymes

 I'm gettin mine spittin them rhymes, but still pitchin them dimes

 And the spot still sick with da grime

 Glock 26 nigga but I'm sicker than nine

 I'm live with the pound, small silencer calmin the sound

 Stick with the seven, strickly smith with the seven (shit)

 When I drop back and cock back

 And pop that, I'm poppin for keeps - 

 I'm not gettin stopped in the streets

 Imagine that a nigga tryin to rock Mack

 Only nigga did it was Jay and he did it when I signed the contract

 

 [Chorus - 2X]

 

 

 [Thanks to  outkastlayzie@aol.com  for these lyrics]