What up Sigel?
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Huh? Yeah
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Smash , scrape, scrape.... you know the game baby
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CHORUS 2X: Beanie Mac and Memphis
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Who the fuck want what
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Me and Bleek charmed up , with your town under siege
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Diligent in the sleeve
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Who the fuck want what
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Me and Beans charmed up , got you niggas arms up
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My squad be armed up
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[Memphis Bleek]
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This one's for the dogs with the 4-4 long
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You niggas bust shots but you throw yours wrong (yeah)
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Peep game , niggas leaves stain when it rain
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Damped and wont dry we thugs we won't cry
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[Beanie Mac]
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Ayo you know how we play dog , smash and scrape
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Pull them real tools out they won't blast them eights
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Trust me they start tellin who blast the weight
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Bleek a three time felon I'ma basket case
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[MB]
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You bout ta witness a dynasty like no other
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Who flow like Bleek , think , no other
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Who rhyme like Sigel , dog , no other
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It's Roc-a-Fella twin desert eagle no other
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[BM]
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Ayo we outshinin niggas , two of the finest niggas
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Got niggas like damn where'd Jay find them niggas
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Rock blocked diamonds niggas , that'll blind you niggas
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You know it's Cru Love , just thought we'd remind you niggas
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Who the fuck want what
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Who the fuck want what
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Who the fuck want what
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Who the fuck want what
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Who the fuck want what
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Who want what
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Who the fuck want what
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Beans and Bleek , Roc baby , don't stop
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[MB]
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Ayo I ride with the top down , high with the glock now
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War it don't stop now , Memph man hot now
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Niggas didn't want that I'm still where you pump at
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B. Sigel , M. Bleek , niggas can't front that
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[BM]
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Ayo nigga who want that , not a soul
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First week, no video , went gold
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Bases loaded , now I'm up to bat
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Witness the truth , niggas can't fuck with that
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[MB]
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Fuck those who disagree like these streets aint mine
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Like the Roc don't mean somethin , glock won't lean somethin
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[BM]
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Ayo like I won't pop up in fifty shot machine somethin
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Hit you from a half a block , infrared beam somethin
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Niggas don't want it with Mac , trust me
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Niggas wanna chill , roll up , and get blunted with Mac
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[MB]
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A then we swerve out , blowin herb out , you heard 'bout
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My 'bout it squad , niggas get rowdy and rob
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CHORUS
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[MB]
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Ayo you heard the title nigga , who the fuck want what
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My bullets you get em free who the fuck want one
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[BM]
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Ayo I still throw 4, 5, 6 , upset rookies
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Set up shop on Flushin , who you can't touch him
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[MB]
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I'm still on two birds , two blunts , too hurt
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Two of the biggets guns put two in your shirt
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[BM]
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You can still get two to your chest
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I'll show what a thug about and let them slugs spit out
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[MB]
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I'm that same cat all black crack in my palm
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Hop off the B. Franklin with gat in my palm
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[BM]
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Yo I still spit a thousand bars , still roam the resevoir with dogs
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I still wire your jaw
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[MB]
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And yeah I smoke weed , I don't give a you know
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Pop up on your block and hit it up in the Hugo
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[BM]
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To the streets all over , we spot you niggas
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Put your feet up Hova , we got you nigga
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CHORUS
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Who Want What
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Beanie Sigel |