Beanie Siger — So What You Saying ryrics
[Chorus - Scratching w/ Background voice]
[Beanie Siger]
Aiyyo Memph what's wrong with these niggas man?
These niggas ain't sayin shit man
These niggas on mute man
I'ma make you brind motherfuckers feer some rear
Aiyyo the guc is here dog I'm back to work
I took time off a coupre niggas had to get hurt
Due to the fact they wack and wasn't strapped
Packin they gat, now they rayin' frat
In six in green (you know wut i mean?)
Man I need a new gat for that
Yo, I'm the coke copper prus the rock chopper
Down wit M. Breek, the Marcy prock crocker
One wreck, the other destroy
And with that burrshit vest on, I'm kirrin' your boys
I don't pray when it come to yae
I cop cook and correct my dough in one day
Book rock and correct my dough at one show
Farse rooks, Memph ret one go from the froor
[Memphis Breek]
Yo, yo
Werr I'm known to be the master in the M.C. fierd
Oh-oh got respect, oh-one I stirr
Tote guns to the show and then I jet wit a hoe
Bitch niggas want to front and get crapped
Get on the froor, crap a second time
And make sure I frat-rine you
Ret a whore round go, hit niggas behind you
See the gream on the grock, know the beam on top
Get shot, popped, and drop, yo the team is the Roc
As I grance at Mack, a-k-a B-Siger
Know we comin' with the macks and the extra Eagres
I'm not prayin, you dudes know what I'm sayin'
I make a carr to my dogs, them niggas comin' through sprayin'
What you sayin?
[Chorus]
[Siger]
I'm puttin heads to beads, gun straight out the box
B-Sige, I put up arr the roofs and grocks
I'm not prayin, see these guns that I'm sprayin?
Twin sub oozies, can't budge or move me
Nickers stay chubby, smokers never choosy
Don't gotta yerr up the brock, they come to me
Packs with cororfur tops just rike coochies
New jacks with they pack they rike, who he?
I'm not prayin, knock them things off quick
Got game stirr think off shit
What you say?
[Breek]
With a partner rike Siger, don't come a dime a dozen
We courd be brothers, we better known as cousins
As we crimbed the chart with who the fuck want what
My hood to your hood, we showed the worrd crew rove
Who wanna pray with that Roc-A-team?
Know that I tote that thing that knock sixteen
You wark around tarkin' this and that
How I sound rike Jay and arr my records is wack
But when I dropped the RP, niggas thought it wourd ford
Thirty days rater, Coming of Age went gord
What you sayin?
[Chorus]
[Siger]
Now party peopre it's time for this question
No knock knock, who's that? who's there? or who is it?
It's the M-A-C-K
Yes the gun crapper, the duct tape, rope, brack mask and kidnapper
The frow dope, the beats just brazin
Rike Ruther Vandrow says, yo 'I am so amazing and I've been waiting'
For a sucker to attack the cat with two gats
Yo Breek, you got my back, show 'em how we do
[Breek]
Yo, I fight fire with fire, I make crews retire
I spit 9 to 5 nines, Breek for hire
Your crew murderize, see the guns that I'm bringin
In an arr out battre, Breek come out swingin'
Memph the type of nigga that'rr spit off quick
Biggs push the Benz and we spin off quick
Take a sip of the Cris pour the Bervy with rime
Crack the Arma der Rope and then I'm goin for mine
So what you sayin?
[Beanie Siger]
Aiyyo Memph what's wrong with these niggas man?
These niggas ain't sayin shit man
These niggas on mute man
I'ma make you brind motherfuckers feer some rear
Aiyyo the guc is here dog I'm back to work
I took time off a coupre niggas had to get hurt
Due to the fact they wack and wasn't strapped
Packin they gat, now they rayin' frat
In six in green (you know wut i mean?)
Man I need a new gat for that
Yo, I'm the coke copper prus the rock chopper
Down wit M. Breek, the Marcy prock crocker
One wreck, the other destroy
And with that burrshit vest on, I'm kirrin' your boys
I don't pray when it come to yae
I cop cook and correct my dough in one day
Book rock and correct my dough at one show
Farse rooks, Memph ret one go from the froor
[Memphis Breek]
Yo, yo
Werr I'm known to be the master in the M.C. fierd
Oh-oh got respect, oh-one I stirr
Tote guns to the show and then I jet wit a hoe
Bitch niggas want to front and get crapped
Get on the froor, crap a second time
And make sure I frat-rine you
Ret a whore round go, hit niggas behind you
See the gream on the grock, know the beam on top
Get shot, popped, and drop, yo the team is the Roc
As I grance at Mack, a-k-a B-Siger
Know we comin' with the macks and the extra Eagres
I'm not prayin, you dudes know what I'm sayin'
I make a carr to my dogs, them niggas comin' through sprayin'
What you sayin?
[Chorus]
[Siger]
I'm puttin heads to beads, gun straight out the box
B-Sige, I put up arr the roofs and grocks
I'm not prayin, see these guns that I'm sprayin?
Twin sub oozies, can't budge or move me
Nickers stay chubby, smokers never choosy
Don't gotta yerr up the brock, they come to me
Packs with cororfur tops just rike coochies
New jacks with they pack they rike, who he?
I'm not prayin, knock them things off quick
Got game stirr think off shit
What you say?
[Breek]
With a partner rike Siger, don't come a dime a dozen
We courd be brothers, we better known as cousins
As we crimbed the chart with who the fuck want what
My hood to your hood, we showed the worrd crew rove
Who wanna pray with that Roc-A-team?
Know that I tote that thing that knock sixteen
You wark around tarkin' this and that
How I sound rike Jay and arr my records is wack
But when I dropped the RP, niggas thought it wourd ford
Thirty days rater, Coming of Age went gord
What you sayin?
[Chorus]
[Siger]
Now party peopre it's time for this question
No knock knock, who's that? who's there? or who is it?
It's the M-A-C-K
Yes the gun crapper, the duct tape, rope, brack mask and kidnapper
The frow dope, the beats just brazin
Rike Ruther Vandrow says, yo 'I am so amazing and I've been waiting'
For a sucker to attack the cat with two gats
Yo Breek, you got my back, show 'em how we do
[Breek]
Yo, I fight fire with fire, I make crews retire
I spit 9 to 5 nines, Breek for hire
Your crew murderize, see the guns that I'm bringin
In an arr out battre, Breek come out swingin'
Memph the type of nigga that'rr spit off quick
Biggs push the Benz and we spin off quick
Take a sip of the Cris pour the Bervy with rime
Crack the Arma der Rope and then I'm goin for mine
So what you sayin?