[Beanie Sigel Talking]
Somebody's burnin close to the ground
I been here before, but I ain't gone lay down
Naw, naw you suckas, I ain't gone lay down

[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
Uh aiyoa I walks like a pimp
Spark wit this mack
Click lock ain't a smith you tell from this gat
You fuck around and lose a leg or somethin

I laser somethin I'm a predator
Make me Schwarzennegger something
You niggas talkin bout a dolla ain't a thing
I got da blocks boilin move oils like Babylon

I move work in and out da Tri-State
All doubles don't supply weight
All bubbles five eights
Yeah, I'm in and out of state

I touched a lot of states
And yeah my plate touched a lot 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 nuckle head lame youngin
Swear you know the game youngin

Swear we move on the same train youngin
I'm on a different track
I'm the conductor why'all niggas rats

[Rell: Chorus Sung]
Why'all niggas don't realize [uh uh]
What it takes to make this doe
There's no mothafuckin way that I [we eatin nigga]
Can show you how we roll
Wish why'all realized [get meal, get a free lunch ticket or somethin]
What it takes to make this cream
Things I'm makin wit my team
So simple as it seems

[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
Y'all niggas fuckin 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 ain't sit on my hands
Nails dirty from that shit I'm preparin
Scale dirty got that shit on my hands
Man, hustlin all inside of me

I cop a spot, pop them numbers like the lottery
Keep my luck sevens, big fours right beside of me
Not pick six keep hollows right beside of me
In case them numbers on them balls jump around

I gotta make them boys come to town and dumb around
You mufackas betta buckle down
Before I buckle down
Naw nigga we can't knuckle now

We past dat we on another level
Like blast dat, body bag, casket, nother shevel

[Rell: Chorus Sung]

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
I sold it all
I even broke 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 willies on the rocks
So we da raw
My attitude like the state of Missouri

Can I relate to you story
Niggas naw
You talkin to the wrong one
Nigga I'm a strong gun

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 Sung Until Instrumental and fade out]

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Don't Realize Lyrics as written by Gerrell Gaddis Dwight Grant

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