作词 : Justin Smith/Dwight Grant
作曲 : Justin Smith/Dwight Grant
You know my name, *******
Uhh.. yeah.. hold up
The streets gave me heat, and the
Eagle was the thing that they gave me
It's the rap guerilla that still clap.. *****a
Yeah, guess who's back?
Mack, ******* -
I move blocks and pounds
I move out with small blocks from towns
Move out with small glocks and pounds (uh-huh)
And I take everything to the table bag and rock it down
***** who watchin now; the neighbors, they in pocket now
***** you haters cop some pocket now
When it come to coke you cant outwit me, mine cheap
Bout to take over the city of
Philly like
John Street
***** ask all y'all fiends, they call me
Chef Boyar-
Beans Beanie
Crocker, cook coke proper
Right amount of flour siffin it up
Coke spots runnin by the hour *******ftin it up
Graveyard *******fts, move packs in bundles
Braveheart kids, use gats don't rumble
Gorilla *****z goin ape in this concrete jungle
Banana clips'll make them monkeys humble
BEANIEEEEE
EEE! Sigel was the name that they gave me
BEANIEEEEE
EEE! Sigel was the name that they gave me
BEANIEEE,
BEANIEEE -
Sigel was the name that they gave me
BEANIEEEEE
EEE! Yeah, but guess who back
It's Mack, ******* - uh-huh, back in the mix or the scuffle
I'm in the hood with them chips like
Ruffles Boxman,
Frito Lay, for that free dough boxin
You will lay, *****
I'm not playin
Listen, whether
I make cash or take cash
I'm in the hood eatin with my dog like when we break-fast
B's on the hood and the wheel and the brake pad
Sheeit when
I skate past, ******* shake ass
I sit four-thirty deep in wheels
You bout, four-thirty cheap in wheels - small
Benz Look at your small rims, small wheel, small grill
Big Beans, sittin in
Bentley my heart peels
Zero to sixty so quickly how you want it?
You can have it
Drop top, stick *******ft, automatic
Back wheels still smokin 64 still rolling, 3 wheel motion, it's ferocious
Mack, aiyyo
On the low doe (shh!) the whole city is mine
I'm trying to flood the whole city with dimes (yeah)
I'm in the kitchen yeah, with that vision wear
Get them digits clear you can come and get them pigeons here
*****z talk about the crack game slowed up,
BULL*******T You switch to hustle when the rap game showed up (uh-huh)
While you wastin your time spittin the rhymes
I'm gettin mine spittin them rhymes, but still pitchin them dimes
And the spot still sick with da grime
Glock 26 ***** but
I'm sicker than nine
I'm live with the pound, small silencer calmin the sound
Stick with the seven, strickly smith with the seven (*******t)
When I drop back and **** back
And pop that,
I'm poppin for keeps -
I'm not gettin stopped in the streets
Imagine that a ***** tryin to rock
Mack Only ***** did it was
Jay and he did it when
I signed the contract
作词 : Justin Smith/Dwight Grant
作曲 : Justin Smith/Dwight Grant
You know my name, *******
Uhh.. yeah.. hold up
The streets gave me heat, and the
Eagle was the thing that they gave me
It's the rap guerilla that still clap.. *****a
Yeah, guess who's back? [Verse 1]
Mack, ******* -
I move blocks and pounds
I move out with small blocks from towns
Move out with small glocks and pounds (uh-huh)
And I take everything to the table bag and rock it down
***** who watchin now; the neighbors, they in pocket now
***** you haters cop some pocket now
When it come to coke you cant outwit me, mine cheap
Bout to take over the city of
Philly like
John Street
***** ask all y'all fiends, they call me
Chef Boyar-
Beans Beanie
Crocker, cook coke proper
Right amount of flour siffin it up
Coke spots runnin by the hour *******ftin it up
Graveyard *******fts, move packs in bundles
Braveheart kids, use gats don't rumble
Gorilla *****z goin ape in this concrete jungle
Banana clips'll make them monkeys humble [Chorus]
BEANIEEEEE
EEE! Sigel was the name that they gave me
BEANIEEEEE
EEE! Sigel was the name that they gave me
BEANIEEE,
BEANIEEE -
Sigel was the name that they gave me
BEANIEEEEE
EEE! Yeah, but guess who back [Verse 2]
It's Mack, ******* - uh-huh, back in the mix or the scuffle
I'm in the hood with them chips like
Ruffles Boxman,
Frito Lay, for that free dough boxin
You will lay, *****
I'm not playin
Listen, whether
I make cash or take cash
I'm in the hood eatin with my dog like when we break-fast
B's on the hood and the wheel and the brake pad
Sheeit when
I skate past, ******* shake ass
I sit four-thirty deep in wheels
You bout, four-thirty cheap in wheels - small
Benz Look at your small rims, small wheel, small grill
Big Beans, sittin in
Bentley my heart peels
Zero to sixty so quickly how you want it?
You can have it
Drop top, stick *******ft, automatic
Back wheels still smokin 64 still rolling, 3 wheel motion, it's ferocious [Chorus] [Verse 3]
Mack, aiyyo
On the low doe (shh!) the whole city is mine
I'm trying to flood the whole city with dimes (yeah)
I'm in the kitchen yeah, with that vision wear
Get them digits clear you can come and get them pigeons here
*****z talk about the crack game slowed up,
BULL*******T You switch to hustle when the rap game showed up (uh-huh)
While you wastin your time spittin the rhymes
I'm gettin mine spittin them rhymes, but still pitchin them dimes
And the spot still sick with da grime
Glock 26 ***** but
I'm sicker than nine
I'm live with the pound, small silencer calmin the sound
Stick with the seven, strickly smith with the seven (*******t)
When I drop back and **** back
And pop that,
I'm poppin for keeps -
I'm not gettin stopped in the streets
Imagine that a ***** tryin to rock
Mack Only ***** did it was
Jay and he did it when
I signed the contract [Chorus - 2X]