Stop, Chill

Beanie Sigel

Composed by: D. Stinson/D.B. Grant
New shit 
Wsup! 
Wsup! 
Wsup! 

[beanie mac] 
Stop , chill , relax , and let this nigga sigel flow 
I know you can't believe the flow , you can't cope i flow dope 
Like a key ya blow 
You like naw , beans , same nigga from 21st and sigel street 
When it's beef people let them desert eagle speak 
So whoever , wherever i don't care where we meet 
Stop , chill , don't talk shit sideways outta your mouth 
I will slap spit sideways outta your mouth 
Bitch niggas talk indirect it don't matter 
When you got snitch niggas right in your set 
That's why i know where you niggas sling coke and pump d at 
Same spot that you liable to see me at 
Gun and a mask , one in the stash where the seed at 
Stop , all my young bucks huggin the block 
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 pretzels 
You gotta hustle 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 launch an attack 

Hook 2x 
Stop , i know you cats livin a lie 
You niggas rats you aint willin to die 
Chill , i spit it for my niggas keepin it street 
Keepin they steel , all my niggas keepin it real 

It's still vex in the game tryin na earn respect 
I got the best of out and y'all aint heard shit yet 
You can shuffle up the cards i'ma learn the deck 
When i do the game is mine , man i'm aimin high 
Niggas talk about guns don't be carryin none 
Every two hammers i cock i'm buryin one 
I'ma dress in all stash this year , whenever i'm near 
>from the first junior , to madison square 
Stop , chill , cuz i know y'all niggas like mac fuckin that track 
Let me show you somethin dog it aint nothin for mac 
It come all natural like i'm bustin my gat 
Or i'm stuck in a spot crushin the crack 
Got ice in a pot , fluffin the crack 
Takin backs to the block so don't stuff in them packs 
Doin life on the roc aint nothin fuckin with that 
Me , jail , dog , you can put me under the ground 
Where i'm from all 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 like to shoot you 
Philly cats no rack , big guns and sumas 

Hook 2x
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