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Who Want What Lyrics - The Truth - Beanie Sigel

What up Sigel? 

Huh? Yeah 

Smash, scrape, scrape... you know the game baby 

 

Who the fuck want what 

Me and Bleek charmed up, with your town under siege 

Diligent in the sleeve 

Who the fuck want what 

Me and Beans charmed up, got you niggas arms up 

My squad be armed up 

 

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This one's for the dogs with the 4-4 long 

You niggas bust shots but you throw yours wrong (yeah) 

Peep game, niggas leaves stain when it rain 

Damped and wont dry we thugs we won't cry 

Ayo you know how we play dog, smash and scrape 

Pull them real tools out they won't blast them eights 

Trust me they start tellin who blast the weight 

Bleek a three time felon I'ma basket case 

You bout ta witness a dynasty like no other 

Who flow like Bleek, think, no other 

Who rhyme like Sigel, dog, no other 

It's Roc-a-Fella twin desert eagle no other 

Ayo we outshinin niggas, two of the finest niggas 

Got niggas like damn where'd Jay find them niggas 

Rock blocked diamonds niggas, that'll blind you niggas 

You know it's Cru Love, just thought we'd remind you niggas 

 

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Beans and Bleek, Roc baby, don't stop 

 

Ayo I ride with the top down, high with the glock now 

War it don't stop now, Memph man hot now 

Niggas didn't want that I'm still where you pump at 

B. Sigel, M. Bleek, niggas can't front that 

Ayo nigga who want that, not a soul 

First week, no video, went gold 

Bases loaded, now I'm up to bat 

Witness the truth, niggas can't fuck with that 

Fuck those who disagree like these streets aint mine 

Like the Roc don't mean somethin, glock won't lean somethin 

Ayo like I won't pop up in fifty shot machine somethin 

Hit you from a half a block, infrared beam somethin 

Niggas don't want it with Mac, trust me 

Niggas wanna chill, roll up, and get blunted with Mac 

A then we swerve out, blowin herb out, you heard 'bout 

My 'bout it squad, niggas get rowdy and rob 

 

Ayo you heard the title nigga, who the fuck want what 

My bullets you get em free who the fuck want one 

Ayo I still throw 4, 5, 6, upset rookies 

Set up shop on Flushin, who you can't touch him 

I'm still on two birds, two blunts, too hurt 

Two of the biggets guns put two in your shirt 

You can still get two to your chest 

I'll show what a thug about and let them slugs spit out 

I'm that same cat all black crack in my palm 

Hop off the B. Franklin with gat in my palm 

Yo I still spit a thousand bars, still roam the resevoir with dogs 

I still wire your jaw 

And yeah I smoke weed, I don't give a you know 

Pop up on your block and hit it up in the Hugo 

To the streets all over, we spot you niggas 

Put your feet up Hova, we got you nigga 

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