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Beanie Sigel Lyrics

4. Go Low

Featuring R. City



[Intro]
Right about now...
(Talking)

[Verse 1]
It's the Brawl Street Bully Back,
Ready to lock in,
My hand on my twins,
Underneath where my cock ends, (No no no, no no no)
Niggaz got cute once they heard I was locked in,
But here's where all the bull shit 'bout the rock ends, (Ey)
Fresh over the bog liars it's the live wire,
Disrespectful ignorant niggaz,
You suck my dick,
drink my piss,
can eat my shit,
Strictly raw dog when I'm ending to you niggaz, (No no no, no no no)
No pause no homo,
No vaseline
When I end a nigga slowmo with that brumstick nigga, (Yeah)
The bosses dash when that glick start chopping,
All y'all fags is drag bitch Lip Gloss poppin', (Ay yay yay)
Whatchu know about the S.P. hardheads,
More ruthless then them niggaz that ran in Jabar crib.,
Flood your strip, (Do it)
Where 50 shakes big beards and bald heads,
Scared cuz you're wit' no space where law fear, (No no, no no)
Niggaz don't want it with fat boy,
You'd rather get your hair permed & pulled
Hit with a strap on,
A grown ass man I don't play no games.
Death can be a destiny's child just say my name

[Chorus]
We fire gun shots to the cieling,
No disrespectin' or you're bleedin' now,
No witness na leavin'
We puttin' everybody down on the floor,
So go low,
Everybody go low,
So go low,
Everybody go low,

[Verse 2]
I'm what the game' missin', (YES!)
Young nigga old soul still kickin',
New game old rules no snitchin', (YES!)
New connect fewer digits,
Old money new bitches, (HEY!)
Paper ain't shit,
I piss through it,
A hundred thou' on the swiss movement,
About a dolla imma get to it,
And I'm a mobsta on that thick fluid,
I run through powder like Tony but I don't sniff through it,
I just rock it and spin it the water stick to it,
Every day I'm hustlin' push it harder than Rick do it, (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I keep it cannon like Nick do it,
See me in the streets you 'on't know me like click do ya? (Whoa!)
Disturb the peace like Chris do it, (HEY!)
I bring the Rukus like Skip to ya, (HEY!)
Hey young worl',
Do you like it when I talk slick to ya
Brawl Street Bully Back bitch!

[Chorus]
We fire gun shots to the cieling,
Yo disrespectin' or you're bleedin' now,
No witness na leavin'
We puttin' everybody down on the floor,
So go low, (HEY!)
Everybody go low, (YES!)
So go low, (HEY!)
Everybody go low, (YES!)

[Verse 3]
I'm what the game lackin',
Like Joe no Jacksons,
Like Kobe' no Shaqin',
Like James no Magic,
You niggaz got the game bass akcwards,
Everybody whack,
Nobody sufferin' the reprocusions for they actions,
I'm 'bout to kick back on my geographic,
20 south philly mo'fuckas kill at will,
On site broad daylight, (We killin' it, We killin' it)
Peel that steel,
30 shots in extended,
Don't tempt me,
Short fuse no wick on it,
Broad shoulder with a chip on it,
Get off my dick put yo' bitch on it,
Man I'm the shit with no stench on it, (No no no no no)
Fuck you gon' tell me nigga,
Sig' the real dookie
You just a New Jack Pookie,
I ain't one o' yo' boys in da hood,
I'm a menace in 'dis,
Waste deep repin' State P biotch!

[Chorus]
We fire gun shots to the cieling,
Yo disrespectin' or you're bleedin' now,
No witness na leavin'
We puttin' everybody down on the floor,
So go low,
Everybody go low,
So go low,
Everybody go low,

No no no, no no no,
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah,
Beanie Sigel
And Rock City you know see you wit' trouble now,
Konvict Music,
I'm still droppin' 'till you run 'dem down.

STOP IT!

HEY!


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