How does it feel (MAC) bein next to you
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I wanna know how, just let me knowwww-know-know-know
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[Beanie Sigel:]
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I got them diamonds on my neck, I'm so icey
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I think they like Sig', in them white tees
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Them SB jeans, sneaks is me
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Burnt green with the camouflage print
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Fake Willies wanna know what's the damage I spent
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On that new V-Twizzy, grown man with no fence
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Roughly the cost about three bricks off
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Cooked up then bagged in trays - have a nice day!
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I'm in my bag and I'm havin it my way
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Sick of the floss, sick of cars, you niggaz car-sick
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Sick of seein Sig' in them large whips
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No plates and offended, temp plates in the window
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Oh my God! If you could see the garage I back intah
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Niggaz grind all summer then be crack in the wintah
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I'm never cracked, one number I'm back in yah
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YESSSS~! It's always Mac, nigga the top spender
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Just check your boy out in all his splendor
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How I grind in the winter, cop up in the spring
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Wait for the summer to show off my new things
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And in the fall, I do just that - I fall back!
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And listen to the rumors on how I'm all that
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You see this shit? Boy I copped all that!
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Yes, I can cover the bet, as you should
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However do you want it just drop it's all good
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[Chorus:]
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Money, cars, cash, clothes
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Beans says if you 'bout that shit then let me know
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If you 'bout that shit then let me know
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If you 'bout that shit then let me know
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Money, cars, cash, clothes
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Baby girl if you 'bout that shit then let me know
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If you 'bout that shit then let me know
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If you 'bout that shit then let me know
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[Beanie Sigel:]
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I SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS DUDE~!
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I done turned more blocks into Rubik's Cube
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Your boy, let off shots from that newest tool
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Then I skate on cops in that newest cruise
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I'm rich boy, ahh looka here
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Blow up icey and rich but your jewels ain't lookin clear
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I show you lil' dudes how to cook a square
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And how to grind it to the limit when you push it yeah
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You don't want it with Sig', I pull your card out
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You ain't got no bitches now bring them broads out
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We can go chip for chip, I pull some large out
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Or go whip for whip, I bring them cars out
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Bring the Benz out, bring the Aston-Mart' out
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Porsche Box' or the drop top Ferrar' out
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Bring the old school six-fours out
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'Til the four doors out, Cool & Dre, bring the chorus out
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[Chorus]
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[Beanie Sigel:]
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Uhh, however do you want it bitch I ain't stutter
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You fuckin with that dude, man I lay 'em gutted
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That nigga 'dere pop
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And I done lost more work in a pot than y'all ever copped
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Right cat, wrong litter box
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And I don't window shop, and I don't lease I just pick and cop
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I got the title to the shit I got
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You need that work, I'm on the boat by the river dock
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I put you niggaz in a triple threat soon as I hit The Roc
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Niggaz claim they ballin but can't hit the shot
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Yeah I'm flagrant, this ain't your game kid
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Stay in your lane or get your shit blocked, how you want it?
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[Chorus]
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[Beanie Sigel:]
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However do you [x2]
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Gangsters, pop that shit, and let me know, uhh...
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'Bout That (Let Me Know)
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Beanie Sigel |