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Beanie Sigel

A Million

 

A Million

(albüm: Public Enemy #1 - 2005)


Uh, I did it again, niggas
(B Mac is back)
That's right

Uh, I did it again, niggas
(Green Lantern, motherfuckas)

Uh
You already know
I did it again, niggas (Haha)
You know you done fucked up, right?
Y'all been waiting for this shit
(Right, right)
I know what y'all out there asking y'all self (Uhh?)
Will his gun ever jam up?
(Hmm)
No
Come on

A lot of speculations on the hammers I done raised (Uh) Niggas I done blazed
Man, I stay strapped, will that nigga really clap?
Niggas I got popped or shot up direct
Is it true he kept a MAC and he don't fuck with these TECs?
(B Mac is back)
It's the position you hold, when that stock unfold
[?] will my gun unload (Green Lantern)
Bullets is hot as shit (Uh), but they'll leave you cold
Before boys turn to men they at the end of they road
Yeah, the bully back, to put you on your ass quicker than that fully MAC
Slide a bullet in the shaft
I give 'em room to breathe, but never room to leave
Every nigga I done clapped, never came back
(Who shot ya?)
Nice Glock, nigga, you should see the MAC
It hold forty [?] and the stock pulled back
You'll be sweating like forty fevers when I pull that
Let's end the speculations on will I clap
When you motherfuckas gon' realize that
I blaze ya, without a razor, get your wig pushed back, blaow

Sigel
Who shot ya?
Green Lantern

Man, ain't shit different
It's the '04 Sig Remix, braids gone, my waves on—

Man, ain't shit different
It's the '04 Sig Remix, braid—
(Green Lantern)

Man, ain't shit different
It's the '04 Sig Remix, braids gone (Haha), my waves on
Got 'em [?], your ribs touching like, you ain't eat shit
Whoever said that the kid wouldn't be shit? (I'm back)
[?] precinct, that's [?], spaces to the left
Feds keep creeping, plotting on my arrest
They want a nigga stressed in the precinct
Press'll paint a picture like, don't release him
Check his background, his priors stretch since he delinquent
Plus check the people he in sync with
Them old kids on the block, who hustle on the back streets
The boys tryna color him bad, he's a three time felon in fact
He on probation right now, ankle bracelet can't confine him to the house
Bad weight, no consignment, can't confine him to a drought
My Fed case, lawyer knocked the bottom of it out, blaow (Blaow)

Come on, Green Lantern
The Evil Genius

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