Beanie Siegel So What You Saying Lyrics

So What You Saying Lyrics

(feat. Memphis Bleek)

 [Chorus - Scratching w/ Background voice]

 

 [Beanie Sigel]

 Aiyyo Memph what's wrong with these niggas man?

 These niggas ain't sayin shit man

 These niggas on mute man

 I'ma make you blind motherfuckers feel some real

 

 Aiyyo the guc is here dog I'm back to work

 I took time off a couple niggas had to get hurt

 Due to the fact they wack and wasn't strapped

 Packin they gat, now they layin' flat

 In six in green (you know wut i mean?)

 Man I need a new gat for that

 Yo, I'm the coke copper plus the rock chopper

 Down wit M. Bleek, the Marcy prock clocker

 One wreck, the other destroy

 And with that bullshit vest on, I'm killin' your boys

 I don't play when it come to yae

 I cop cook and collect my dough in one day

 Book rock and collect my dough at one show

 False looks, Memph let one go from the floor

 

 [Memphis Bleek]

 Yo, yo

 Well I'm known to be the master in the M.C. field

 Oh-oh got respect, oh-one I still

 Tote guns to the show and then I jet wit a hoe

 Bitch niggas want to front and get clapped

 Get on the floor, clap a second time

 And make sure I flat-line you

 Let a whole round go, hit niggas behind you

 See the gleam on the glock, know the beam on top

 Get shot, popped, and drop, yo the team is the Roc

 As I glance at Mack, a-k-a B-Sigel

 Know we comin' with the macks and the extra Eagles

 I'm not playin, you dudes know what I'm sayin'

 I make a call to my dogs, them niggas comin' through sprayin'

 What you sayin?

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Sigel]

 I'm puttin heads to beads, gun straight out the box

 B-Sige, I put up all the roofs and glocks

 I'm not playin, see these guns that I'm sprayin?

 Twin sub oozies, can't budge or move me

 Nickels stay chubby, smokers never choosy

 Don't gotta yell up the block, they come to me

 Packs with colorful tops just like coochies

 New jacks with they pack they like, who he?

 I'm not playin, knock them things off quick

 Got game still think off shit

 What you say?

 

 [Bleek]

 With a partner like Sigel, don't come a dime a dozen

 We could be brothers, we better known as cousins

 As we climbed the chart with who the fuck want what

 My hood to your hood, we showed the world crew love

 Who wanna play with that Roc-A-team?

 Know that I tote that thing that knock sixteen

 You walk around talkin' this and that

 How I sound like Jay and all my records is wack

 But when I dropped the LP, niggas thought it would fold

 Thirty days later, Coming of Age went gold

 What you sayin?

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Sigel]

 Now party people it's time for this question

 No knock knock, who's that? who's there? or who is it?

 It's the M-A-C-K

 Yes the gun clapper, the duct tape, rope, black mask and kidnapper

 The flow dope, the beats just blazin

 Like Luther Vandrow says, yo 'I am so amazing and I've been waiting'

 For a sucker to attack the cat with two gats

 Yo Bleek, you got my back, show 'em how we do

 

 [Bleek]

 Yo, I fight fire with fire, I make crews retire

 I spit 9 to 5 nines, Bleek for hire

 Your crew murderize, see the guns that I'm bringin

 In an all out battle, Bleek come out swingin'

 Memph the type of nigga that'll spit off quick

 Biggs push the Benz and we spin off quick

 Take a sip of the Cris pour the Belvy with lime

 Crack the Arma del Lope and then I'm goin for mine

 So what you sayin?

 

 

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