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Beanie Sigel

Court Casin'

 

Court Casin'

(album: Public Enemy #1 - 2005)


(This is it)
Bang-bang, Sigel Street Gang (Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh)—

(B Sigel)
Bang-bang, Sigel Street Gang (Yeah, uh-huh)—
(Who shot ya?)

Bang-bang, Sigel Street Gang (Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Holla at ya boy, B Sigel, fresh out the federal building
(Let's get right into it, motherfuckas)
(What y'all thought I was gonna stop, man?)
Y'all niggas got this album coming out when [?]
(Yo, Disco, what up? I ain't gon' stop, man)
I'm back on the road, nigga
(Yeah, I'm back, it's ya boy)
[?] acting like y'all hard, y'all ain't hard, man
(Green Lantern)
Holla at ya boy, man
(Come on, come on)
Uh, yeah

Court casing, third felony, facing no probation
My heart racing like a blunt lacing
Hennessy and malt liquor chasin'—

(Green Lantern)
Let's go

Court casing, third felony, facing no probation
My heart racing like a blunt lacing
Hennessy or malt liquor chasing
(Mack Mittens)
My gemstar scar niggas faces
Four pound or trey eighting
I throw bullets like Dallas, Troy Aikman (Uh)
The callous on my index stay aching
Niggas stay hating, they got me late night pacing (Uh)
(Come on)
Tight boot lacing, mask on like I'm Jason (Chh-chh-chh)
Shoot up shit like Larry Davis, you play the pulpit like Pastor Mason
Turn cheek like Martin Luther (Pchh)
I'm like Oswald, sharp shooting (Pww)
Got my eyes on my mark in the dark shooting (Pww)
Beam [?] if the target moving, get your organs ruined
Move out like SWAT move in
Got them niggas on the back block rooting
For the bad guy, playground legend like [?]
Or P Kirkland, my MP stay working
Shooting arm stay jerking (Uh)
My Nextel stay chirping, I can't answer 'cause the Feds lurking (Uh-huh)
It's like I'm catching cancer on purpose
Back to back chain smoking (Come on)
Nicotine fiending, conversating with demons when I'm dreaming
Manic depressive, like the man upstairs tryna pass me a lesson
But I can't catch it, the game under great depression
(You know)
You'll miss my presence
(Beanie Mac)

Public Enemy number fucking one

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