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Beanie Sigel
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Beanie Sigel
Composer
Justin Smith
Composer
Quincy Jones
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Lyrics
(Get down)
(Get down)
(Get down)
(Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get)
(Get down)
This Philly cat back with them black matics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib, for the fun of it
(Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get)
(Get down)
Two gun Gino, Desert Eagles, Streetsweepers
It, it's in the blood
(Mac Pain!)
I smack you with the grill all you feel what the .45 Hardy
45 yards of football stitches, look y'all bitches (Black)
Bullets in and out the same spot
Turn you so skinny you can, in and out a rain drop
Skinny like a smoker in and out of 'caine spots
Hook, drop, dry coke in and out the same pot
Mac with the block could hustle at any cause
Ran through bricks like Nipsey Russel and Lady Boss
Man, Tricky hustle, quick to bust you .380 toss
You can't escape hell, .357 with 8 shells
.38 long, six shots
Get ya shit stopped, get ya clique got
Get ya strip hot, you could get swat
You could get cops, **** get the shit mopped
Hit ya block with the semis and say gimme
Lay everybody down on the ground and take plenty
This four pound, make you lose pounds and get skinny
(Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get)
(Get down)
This Philly cat back with them black matics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib, for the fun of it
(Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get)
(Get down)
Two gun Gino, Desert Eagles, Streetsweepers
It, It's in the blood
(Mac Pain!)
This Philly cat back on a mission, out the kitchen
Back at it, playing with black matics
One MAC-11, one seven
A line up four duck tears with one brethren
Leave three basins of tears with one widow
Fifty cars back to back with stick-up windows
Hollow points clap from MAC sittin' em in you
Nurses gotta cut ya back, getting 'em out you
Disable ****, get staples and shit pout you
Shift over ya liver and able to reroute you
Leave you **** tubes and cables to spit out through
You know the rules of engagement, I gotta out you
Shit, how you want it dog, we can gun it out
Spit it out, have ya fucking stomach sittin' out
Dig this when the shit's on, get gone
I'm rated PG (Pull gun), pull gun and talk
(Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get)
(Get down)
This Philly cat back with them blackmatics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib, for the fun of it
(Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get)
(Get down)
Two gun Gino, Desert Eagles, Streetsweepers
It, It's in the blood
(Mac Pain!)
You know Sigel play with them Eagles, **** don't get tagged
Throw bullets out them dirty birds like McNabb
Bunch of **** where ya corners at
Get a rock, take a quarter back
Bring a half back you do the Math, black
Ain't no warnin' black, when I'm wearin' black, mask
Over the braids, two knives like Warren Sapp
Bring prosperity back to the hood like Buck Jay
Turn ya block to slump day, who want gunplay?
All you **** pennies add up to one thing, my dollars
Hollows holla, first class trips to Satan with flyer mileage
Guess who the pilot?
DOA Airlines, dead on arrival
Flatline you, no survivers they can't find you
Like Kennedy Jr. you kidding me Jr.
You way out ya league
Slow up pump ya brakes shorty, I'm way out ya speed
(Get down)
You **** know me, B, B Mac
**** was the name that they gave me
I'm a beast (Motherfuckers)
(Get down)
(Get down)
(Get down, get down)
(Down, down, down)
(Get down, get down)
(Down, down, down)
(Get down, get down)
(Get down, get down)
(Get down, get down)
(Get down)
Written by: Beanie Sigel, Justin Smith, Quincy Jones