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Beanie Sigel Miscellaneous Get That Dough [Beanie Sigel] Get, that, dough Still huggin the strip Get, that, dough Get the dough nigga (that dough) Uhh uhh, Sig' get, that, dough Uhh.. yo, uhh.. yo (get, that, dough) I'm sick of niggaz talkin bout they whips - when they bustin 'em out Summertime come around, don't nuttin come out Snappin on they bitch, cussin her out Mad cause they crack, ain't no crack, they sufferin a drought Man you know how Mac play when I sling my butter Take my show state to state like the Ringling Brothers Keep clowns high-wired off the shit I juggle F.B.I. eyes spyin from the shit I smuggle Keep the trunk of the car lined with coffee grounds The cops pull us over it throw off the hounds Got a bitch that let me stash shit in the crib Break her off, every week, to fix up her wig Man I stay on a mission with whores (shit) Cause I get down, and "Get Around," like the late Mr. Shakur Stay in the kitchen with raw I'm the shit when I whip, I always turn two into four [Chorus] Yo, get your mind right, get your grind right til you get the shine right and get, that, dough Stay on the low-low, duckin the po'-po' Tuck in the fo'-fo' and get, that, dough You get your team right, and that's the green light to cut your cream right and get, that, dough It won't stop y'all, until I drop y'all I'ma hug the block y'all and get, that, dough [Beanie] Yo, aiyyo I got plenty dough, but there's more to make And I'm the chef, I bake, I don't order cakes If I'm short, shit you caught a break I can make twenty look like twenty-eight off of water weight I'm the shit when I'm twistin my wrist In the kitchen with that thang that got fiends skitzin to hit From the drugs that I drug in, the NARCs be buggin I keep my eye on the block and a pie in the oven Smokers come straight, I ain't breakin off nuttin Got two thirty-eights, I can break off a dozen You know how Mac play, when it come to that yea I got 'em locked up on the block like it's crack day I fucks with the pipers, ducks from the bikers Punks on the righteous, bust at the sheisters Stay in the kitchen with a block of raw Razor blade play partner straw, yo [Chorus] [Beanie] Yo, yo, aiyyo I cops that coke, cooks that coke Chops that coke and give out perks work Makes that dough, gets them ends How you want it dog, pipe or syringe? Aiyyo I hit the block quickly, and lick up a fifty Tear the highway like Freeway Ricky Spit it my way and pop shit sickly til the Feds come and get me or the lead bullet hit me [Chorus 2X] |
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