Beanie Sigel Reservoir Dogs Lyrics
            [Sheek]
            f___ -- s___ is real right here
            Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over m_________ers
            Don't get it twisted
            Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
            Yo shut the f___ up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your
            a__
            with no mask, look at the camera like what?
            Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
            To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
            Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal
            If I ain't hungry, who the f___ is, I'm worse than them African
            kids
            I ain't straight til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid?
            And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don't f___in care
            If I ain't strapped that means I took em off my Nike Airs
            Get off mine, y'all talk s___ like little children
            when I ride mine like b____ed when I walk up in the
            building
            Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild w____s
            Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner stores
            I make it hot, floodin your block, the best way
            Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray
            As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my wall
            Takin shots of Louie til I fall
            Nuttin to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
            and kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move
            My team, you would think was on Thorazine
            How we floss and don't give a f___ what it's cost-ing
        
            [Beanie Sigel]
            Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
            Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
            Make n____z lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
            Beanie Mac I supply it now
            My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
            Couple of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps
            Bag enough c__e to last a few weeks
            In case n____z wanna test, vest and a few heats
            You really wanna test my name?  And test my game?
            Until you have me, test my aim?
            Y'all n____z nuts, like testricles
            Hit you up in your apartment buildin vestibule
            Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin
            Heat from the noggin, keep on sparkin
            Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin
            Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
            Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin
            Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
            Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
            Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
            Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans
        
            [Jadakiss]
            Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
            Come down on appeal then I'm killin your pops
            You feelin The LOX, n____ why you grillin The LOX
            If this rap s___ don't work n____z still in the spot
            You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
            Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
            s___ is deep now dog but it gets deeper
            f___ it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper
            I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
            you gon' try it, y'all n____z can't deny it
            Lot of cats still tryin to study my last bounce
            Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
            They got me where I can't be without my large gat
            Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
            Don't matter if I'm openin up, or headline
            Doin the speed limit or pushin red lines
            Six months in the county or fed time
            I'ma be the 'Kiss n____, until it's bedtime
            Anything I'm on is a classic, any n____
            ever had beef with, son is a b______
            Anytime I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
            Ruffryder you heard?  We got the game mastered
        
            I told you the pain was comin
            You wouldn't listen
            You tried to play me like a joke?
            Now who got the last laugh?
            Now take these bullets with you to hell
        
            [Sauce Money]
            You m_________ers is sick, don't think Sauce the s___
            So many n____z on my nuts I thought I lost my d___
            Picture me fallin off, I'm camera shy
            Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die
            What's the difference?  Either way I'm stunnin your crew
            I f___ to win, y'all n____z comin to lose
            Somethin to prove?  Spit it, we can have a sprayoff
            I lay off wet n____z and kill em on my day off
            Ain't nuttin for me to bust a trey off
            Murder the whole month of April n____, just to take May off
            Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
            Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews
            Flow hot like a heatwave b____
            Whips fatter than them s___s they beat slaves with
            I'm a meal stackin n____ who pull quick, still packin
            for you Phil Jackson n____z on that Bull
        
            [Styles]
            I don't give a f___ who you are, so f___ who you are
            I don't care about a pretty b____, watch or a car
            I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
            I don't care about your album and whenever it drop
            I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
            I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a whole lotta hash
            Far as this rap s___, I'm ten steps ahead of n____z
            Shootin backwards, just for practice
            Ride or die n____, hoppin in your casket
            Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
            Tell the whole world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit
            you
            I tell n____z quick, suck d___ and get a glock
            My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
            I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven
            You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
            I ruffryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
            Jay (what the f___) spendin mozzarella
        
            [Jay-Z]
            I know pop you can't stand us cause you c___ them hammers
            Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
            Locked in the slammer?  Nope, popped up in Atlanta
            Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna
            Whoa.. watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
            Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I c___ the cannon
            Big thang, big chains, ain't s___ changed
            Get brained in the four dot six Range
            s___ main, switch lanes
            every town I hit, switch planes, b____ flipped big caine
            Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain
            Muh'f__as is noddin and throwin up, you know that
            You don't wanna owe that man
            He'll hit you, get the picture?  Kodak man
            Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
            I just sit on my money til I'm above the law
            How the f___ you gonna stop us with your measly a__es
            We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, n____
            Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
            Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the elastic
            s___, beyotch!  What the f___, ya heard me?
            Put some more beat on that joint
        
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