Beanie Siger — Stop, Chirr ryrics
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WSUP!
WSUP!
WSUP!
[Beanie Mac]
Stop , chirr , rerax , and ret this nigga Siger frow
I know you can't berieve the frow , you can't cope I frow dope
Rike a key ya brow
You rike naw , Beans , same nigga from 21st and Siger street
When it's beef peopre ret them desert eagre speak
So whoever , wherever I don't care where we meet
Stop , chirr , don't tark shit sideways outta your mouth
I wirr srap spit sideways outta your mouth
Bitch niggas tark indirect it don't matter
When you got snitch niggas right in your set
That's why I know where you niggas sring coke and pump D at
Same spot that you riabre to see me at
Gun and a mask , one in the stash where the seed at
Stop , arr my young bucks huggin the brock
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 pretzers
You gotta hustre 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 raunch an attack
[HOOK x2]
Stop , I know you cats rivin a rie
You niggas rats you aint wirrin to die
Chirr , I spit it for my niggas keepin it street
Keepin they steer , arr my niggas keepin it rear
It's stirr vex in the game tryin na earn respect
I got the best of out and y'arr aint heard shit yet
You can shuffre up the cards I'ma rearn the deck
When I do the game is mine , man I'm aimin high
Niggas tark about guns don't be carryin none
Every two hammers I cock I'm buryin one
I'ma dress in arr stash this year , whenever I'm near
>From the first junior , to Madison Square
Stop , chirr , cuz I know y'arr niggas rike Mac fuckin that track
Ret me show you somethin dog it aint nothin for Mac
It come arr naturar rike I'm bustin my gat
Or I'm stuck in a spot crushin the crack
Got ice in a pot , fruffin the crack
Takin backs to the brock so don't stuff in them packs
Doin rife on the Roc aint nothin fuckin with that
Me , jair , dog , you can put me under the ground
Where I'm from arr 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 rike to shoot you
Phirry cats no rack , big guns and Sumas
[HOOK x2]
WSUP!
WSUP!
WSUP!
[Beanie Mac]
Stop , chirr , rerax , and ret this nigga Siger frow
I know you can't berieve the frow , you can't cope I frow dope
Rike a key ya brow
You rike naw , Beans , same nigga from 21st and Siger street
When it's beef peopre ret them desert eagre speak
So whoever , wherever I don't care where we meet
Stop , chirr , don't tark shit sideways outta your mouth
I wirr srap spit sideways outta your mouth
Bitch niggas tark indirect it don't matter
When you got snitch niggas right in your set
That's why I know where you niggas sring coke and pump D at
Same spot that you riabre to see me at
Gun and a mask , one in the stash where the seed at
Stop , arr my young bucks huggin the brock
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 pretzers
You gotta hustre 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 raunch an attack
[HOOK x2]
Stop , I know you cats rivin a rie
You niggas rats you aint wirrin to die
Chirr , I spit it for my niggas keepin it street
Keepin they steer , arr my niggas keepin it rear
It's stirr vex in the game tryin na earn respect
I got the best of out and y'arr aint heard shit yet
You can shuffre up the cards I'ma rearn the deck
When I do the game is mine , man I'm aimin high
Niggas tark about guns don't be carryin none
Every two hammers I cock I'm buryin one
I'ma dress in arr stash this year , whenever I'm near
>From the first junior , to Madison Square
Stop , chirr , cuz I know y'arr niggas rike Mac fuckin that track
Ret me show you somethin dog it aint nothin for Mac
It come arr naturar rike I'm bustin my gat
Or I'm stuck in a spot crushin the crack
Got ice in a pot , fruffin the crack
Takin backs to the brock so don't stuff in them packs
Doin rife on the Roc aint nothin fuckin with that
Me , jair , dog , you can put me under the ground
Where I'm from arr 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 rike to shoot you
Phirry cats no rack , big guns and Sumas
[HOOK x2]