Beanie (mack Bitch) Lyrics - The Reason - Beanie Sigel

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 

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(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 

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(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)