Beanie (Mack Bitch)

[Produced by Just Blaze] [Beanie Sigel] You know my name, bitch 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...fucker Yeah, guess who's back? [Verse 1] Mack, bitch - I move blocks and pounds I move out with small blocks and towns Move out with small Glocks and pounds (uh-huh) And I take everything to the table, bag and rock it down Fuck who watching now; the neighbors, they in pocket now Fuck you haters -- cop some pocket now When it come to coke, you can't outwit me; mine cheap 'Bout to take over the city of Philly like John Street Nigga, ask all y'all fiends, they call me Chef Boy-ar-Beans Beanie Crocker, cook coke proper Right amount of flour sifting it up Coke spots running by the hour, shifting it up Graveyard shifts, move packs in bundles Braveheart kids, use gats don't rumble Gorilla niggas going apes in this concrete jungle Banana clips'll make them monkeys humble [Hook] BEANIE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIE! Yeah, but guess who back [Verse 2] It's Mack, bitch - uh-huh, back in the mix of the scuffle I'm in the hood with them chips like Ruffles Box man, Frito Lay, for that free dough boxing You will lay, nigga I'm not playing Listen, whether I make cash or take cash I'm in the hood eating with my dog like when we break fast B's on the hood and the wheel and the brake pad Shit, when I skate past, bitches 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, sitting in Bentley my heart peels Zero to sixty so quickly -- how you want it? You can have it Drop top, stick shift, automatic Back wheels still smoking 6-4 still rolling, 3 wheel motion, it's ferocious [Hook] [Verse 3] On the low though (shh!), the whole city is mine I'm trying to flood the whole city with dimes I'm in the kitchen yeah, with that vision wear Get them digits clear you can come and get them pigeons here Niggas talk about the crack game slowed up, BULLSHIT You switched your hustle when the rap game showed up (uh-huh) While you wasting your time spitting them rhymes I'm getting mine spitting them rhymes, plus still pitching them dimes And the spot still sick with da grime Glock 26 nigga but I'm sicker than nine I'm live with the pound, small silencer calming the sound Stick with the seven, strictly Smith with the seven (shit) When I drop back and cock back And pop that, I'm popping for keeps - I'm not getting stopped in the streets Imagine that a nigga trying to rock Mack Only nigga did it was Jay, and he did it when I signed the contract [Hook]