Beanie Sigel - Stop, ChillLyrics

New shit WSUP! WSUP! WSUP! [Beanie Mac] Stop, chill, relax, and let this nigga Sigel flow I know you can't believe the flow, you can't cope I flow dope Like a key ya blow You like naw, Beans, same nigga from 21st and Sigel street When it's beef people let them desert eagle speak So whoever, wherever I don't care where we meet Stop, chill, don't talk shit sideways outta your mouth I will slap spit sideways outta your mouth Bitch niggas talk indirect it don't matter When you got snitch niggas right in your set That's why I know where you niggas sling coke and pump D at Same spot that you liable to see me at Gun and a mask, one in the stash where the seed at Stop, all my young bucks huggin the block Stop puttin drugs in your sock You makin it easy for the cops to catch you They hooked to that stash and that trash and that bag of pretzels You gotta hustle smarter than that Cop coke harder than that, keep your dough apart from your crack Keep a stash in the dark for the trap Man you never know when the narks gon launch an attack HOOK: repeat 2X Stop, I know you cats livin a lie You niggas rats you ain't willin to die Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin it street Keepin they steel, all my niggas keepin it real It's still vex in the game tryin na earn respect I got the best of out and y'all ain't heard shit yet You can shuffle up the cards I'ma learn the deck When I do the game is mine, man I'm aimin high Niggas talk about guns don't be carryin none Every two hammers I cock I'm buryin one I'ma dress in all stash this year, whenever I'm near From the First Union, to Madison Square Stop, chill, 'cause I know y'all niggas like Mac fuckin that track Let me show you somethin dog it ain't nothin for Mac It come all natural like I'm bustin my gat Or I'm stuck in a spot crushin the crack Got ice in a pot, fluffin the crack Takin backs to the block so don't stuff in them packs Doin life on the Roc ain't nothin fuckin with that Me, jail, dog, you can put me under the ground Where I'm from all my niggas they from under the ground You can hear us when we come it's a thunderous sound Trees, stompin, Roc jeans and a bunch of white T troopers Stay on post with they toast and they like to shoot you Philly cats no rack, big guns and Sumas HOOK 2X