What they gonna say to me chords by Beanie Sigel
Verse 1
Em
Uh, yeah that shit knockin' right there,
all the levels cool right there, my vocals sound good
Microphone check, one -two
Broad
Street
Bully back in the building,
all you fake -ass rappers get your hands up, this is
Stick
Up
I'm here to take the game back,
niggas, check it, uh
Two shots of dark liquor to the liver,
harder than a nigga on this prison yard picture
Never alarmed,
always armed and positioned
When seeds start to crippin',
niggas sets get to dippin'
No disrespect, a pun intended
My game like poker,
straight up over ended
Stop weed smokin', but still purple sippin'
If niggas turn the heat up,
then my shots start to kickin'
Who wanna make the papers? I can make
you famous I'm feelin' like
William
H.
Bonney tonight
I might get a homie just for spite
Very seldom do I do the right thing,
that's for spite
Now I with you kids, that's for
Michael
You niggas in, paper thin, that's for life
Hot damn hoe, here we go again
It's
Mack
Daddy,
Young
Trapp, I'm going in
What they gon' say to me?
Got the clap, clap, clap, clap, clap,
clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
What they gon' say to me?
You scared for me?
Whoever wanna bring it, let's go
Uh, broad street bully
I'm big dangerous
Like
B .I., you just a lil' bitch of
C .I.
Confidential informant
Till I hit your spot like
SWAT
6 o 'clock in the morning
No warning, just quietly storm in
Like
M .O .B .B.
D .E .E .P.
Choke you out till you niggas
start to pee -pee
Piss leak from your wee -wee
O -U -B -L -E -E -D
Who the fuck wants me?
In the open invitation
You're all welcome
G
Em
You're all invited to
witness this lyrical riot
Fat boy on a sucka feed diet
You need to try it,
respect you can't buy it
Gangsters ain't sworn in, they born in
Ask around, what's my daddy name?
Never half -steppin' like
Daddy
Kane
I'm raw, nothin' but shit,
don't got to add a thing
You feel me?
Clap clap clap clap, y 'all mean?
Y 'all, y y 'all mean?
Puh puh puh puh puh, y 'all mean?
they gon' say to me,
homie don't be scared
Puh puh puh puh, homie don't be
Fuck they gon' say to me,
homie don't be scared
Puh puh puh puh puh,
homie don't be scared
Uh,
Philly niggas got him scared
in the building
Guess they seen one too many
bears in the building
Uh, who you know with a ill -a
-teen mukhmeen regime
and cut off capris and jalapenos
gladiators like crow in the coliseum
down to fight to the death to
one rest with the reaper
G
Em
dwell in hell just a couple levels deeper
for fucking with the devil in the flesh
you niggas pussy like the one you come from
lame ass dicks like the one you swum from
i burn niggas like 151 rum
uh set your chest on fire
i suggest you retire stop rhyming
Your life based on a pop condom,
a bad time in hell
What the fuck you gon' say to me?
I keep it cocky, I mean, all day with me
You scared?
Homie, don't be scared
Homie, don't be scared
Homie, don't be scared
Homie, don't be scared
Homie, don't
Homie, don't be scared
Homie, don't be scared
We gon' gon' we gon'
we don't be scared
What they gonna say to me
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