Don't Realize Lyrics - Beanie Sigel

(Beanie Sigel Talking) 

Somebody's burnin close to the ground 

I been here before, but I aint gone lay down 

naw, naw you suckas, i aint gone lay down 

(Verse 1: Beanie Sigel) 

Yo, Hey yo I walks like a pimp, spark wit this mack 

Click lock aint a smith you tell from this gat 

You f**k around and lose a leg or somethin 

I laser somethin I'm a predator 

Make me Schwarzennegger something 

Nigga talk about a dolla aint a thing 

I got da blocks boilin keep oils like bobylin 

move work in and out da Tri-State 

No trouble on supply weight 

All bureaus five eights 

Yeah, I'm in and out of state 

I touched alot of states 

And yeah my plate touched alot of steaks 

And you crumbs can't supply a cake 

And cake don't make crumbs it's true 

Do da knowledge wait 

I'm try to school you to some game youngin 

But you knuckle head lame youngin 

Swear you know the game youngin 

Swear we move on the same train youngin 

You on a different track 

I'm the conductor yall niggas rats 

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(Rell: Chorus) 

Yall niggas don't realize (naw yall dont realize) 

What it takes to make this doe 

There's no mothaf**kin way that I (its right in ya face) 

Can show you how we roll 

Wish yall realized (yall realize what the f**k we do) 

What it takes to make this cream 

Things I'm makin wit my team 

So simple as it seems 

(Rell talking) 

Uhh thats gangsta for ya gangsta for ya 

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(Verse 2: Beanie Sigel) 

You niggas f**kin wit that bake and that come back 

And always got a story like wait, I'ma come back 

Sometimes you gotta go away to make a come back 

And those that know when they go don't even come back 

My nails dirty I aint sit on my hands 

Scale dirty i aint sit on no grams 

Jail worthy got dat shit on his ass 

Man, hustlin all inside of me 

I cop a spot, pop them numbers like the lottery 

Kept my luck sevens, big fours right beside of me 

Nice pick six keep so hollows all beside of me 

In case them numbers on them balls jump around 

I gotta make the call to come to town and dumb around 

You mothaf**kas betta buckle down 

Before I buckle down 

Naw nigga you can't knuckle now 

We past dat we on another level 

Like blast dat, body bag, casket, nother shevel 

(Rell: Chorus) 

Yall niggas don't realize (uh uh) 

What it takes to make this doe 

There's no mothaf**kin way that I (we eatin this) 

Can show you how we roll 

Wish yall realized (get a mil get a free lunch ticket or sumthin) 

What it takes to make this cream 

Things I'm makin wit my team 

So simple as it seems (simple junk) 

(Verse 3: Beanie Sigel) 

I sold it all 

I even f**ked them niggas on the dice 

Bucked them niggas who was nice 

Broke em all 

You used to pop willies on the block 

Now you pop willy on the block 

So where da raw 

My attitude like the state of Missouri 

Can I relate to you story 

Nigga naw 

You talkin to the wrong one 

Nigga I'm a strong gun 

Yea walked in this game 

But I'm in it for the long run 

Till the lord come 

I'm a get it till it's all done 

(Rell: Chorus) 

Yall niggas don't realize 

What it takes to make this doe 

There's no mothaf**kin way that I 

Can show you how we roll 

Wish yall realized 

What it takes to make this cream 

Things I'm makin wit my team 

So simple as it seems