You know my name, bitch
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Uhh.. yeah.. hold up
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The streets gave me heat, and the Eagle was the thing that they gave me
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It's the rap guerilla that still clap.. fucka
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Yeah, guess who's back?
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[Verse 1]
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Mack, bitch - I move blocks and pounds
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I move out with small blocks from towns
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Move out with small glocks and pounds (uh-huh)
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And I take everything to the table bag and rock it down
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Fuck who watchin now; the neighbors, they in pocket now
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Fuck you haters cop some pocket now
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When it come to coke you cant outwit me, mine cheap
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Bout to take over the city of Philly like John Street
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Nigga ask all y'all fiends, they call me Chef Boyar-Beans
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Beanie Crocker, cook coke proper
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Right amount of flour siffin it up
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Coke spots runnin by the hour shiftin it up
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Graveyard shifts, move packs in bundles
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Braveheart kids, use gats don't rumble
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Gorilla niggaz goin ape in this concrete jungle
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Banana clips'll make them monkeys humble
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[Chorus]
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BEANIEEEEEEEE! Sigel was the name that they gave me
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BEANIEEEEEEEE! Sigel was the name that they gave me
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BEANIEEE, BEANIEEE - Sigel was the name that they gave me
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BEANIEEEEEEEE! Yeah, but guess who back
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[Verse 2]
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It's Mack, bitch - uh-huh, back in the mix or the scuffle
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I'm in the hood with them chips like Ruffles
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Boxman, Frito Lay, for that free dough boxin
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You will lay, nigga I'm not playin
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Listen, whether I make cash or take cash
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I'm in the hood eatin with my dog like when we break-fast
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B's on the hood and the wheel and the brake pad
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Sheeit when I skate past, bitches shake ass
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I sit four-thirty deep in wheels
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You bout, four-thirty cheap in wheels - small Benz
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Look at your small rims, small wheel, small grill
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Big Beans, sittin in Bentley my heart peels
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Zero to sixty so quickly how you want it? You can have it
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Drop top, stick shift, automatic
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Back wheels still smokin
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64 still rolling, 3 wheel motion, it's ferocious
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Mack, aiyyo
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On the low doe (shh!) the whole city is mine
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I'm trying to flood the whole city with dimes (yeah)
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I'm in the kitchen yeah, with that vision wear
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Get them digits clear you can come and get them pigeons here
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Niggaz talk about the crack game slowed up, BULLSHIT
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You switch to hustle when the rap game showed up (uh-huh)
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While you wastin your time spittin the rhymes
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I'm gettin mine spittin them rhymes, but still pitchin them dimes
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And the spot still sick with da grime
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Glock 26 nigga but I'm sicker than nine
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I'm live with the pound, small silencer calmin the sound
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Stick with the seven, strickly smith with the seven (shit)
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When I drop back and cock back
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And pop that, I'm poppin for keeps -
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I'm not gettin stopped in the streets
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Imagine that a nigga tryin to rock Mack
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Only nigga did it was Jay and he did it when I signed the contract
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[Chorus - 2X]
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Beanie (Mack Bitch)
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Beanie Sigel |