gotta have it

beanie sigel

p. p. crack cocaine

b. b. mack is back

chad

chad west on track

i gotta have it! shot out to my b-boy beans

and my s.p. chain gang

doin the damn thing

i gotta have it! don't forget my boogie with beam

that keep me in good health and kill ya

ya'mean?

chain gang

gang bang

let my middle finger hang

ain't nothin changed my name

p. crack cocaine

relapse

i stay zapped

my urine ain't clean

no one to blame but peedi and a nigga i mean

ten stacks

crack come to the club and do the thing

you ain't got that

i'm in the crib fixin my bricks

style back

that's the method-zine

about to get your four stressed

so i can whip back on the whole sixteenth

b. mack

seat back

s.p. intact

you see me with crack

we strapped

what's the reason for that?

i need that

that philly-boy clap

hit you niggas in your back

send the rest in your hat

stay strapped with the mack

with the hoodie too tall stack

the aim all that

when i flame you get all that

me boy mack fuck with cracks since tall cats

gang bang! i suggest ya'll fall back

i gotta have it! shot out to my boy b. sige

and the s.p. chain gang for doin the damn thing

i gotta have it! don't forget the rrring rrring

that keep me in good health and kill ya

ya'mean?

chain gang

lickey with the ban

quickly spit it rrring

sickey rickey get his ziggy bang

snitchin on the gang

don't forget you get that uncle midi

get him for his chain

simply give him a chitty bang

sit him in a cling

no name

no blame

mack 10 no aim

hi-lo

rhino

put your body in pain

no play no games

'fore blow your brain

bo range me after the show

you know of course i gotta have my. state prop click and pop hit you niggas with the glock

catch a nigga whippin in the kitchen cookin in the pot

pursue it then might crack you

hit him with the glock

then you know here come the cops

what up

wait

stop

fuck the cops!

got the baby uzi whop

turn your cruiser to a drop

get off the block 'fore swat surround the spot

we be locked in a box

three hots and a cot

the may-or of chi

this ain't even ain't no kings and queens

fixin to hurt from us when you jerk us

we merciless like ming

twista and beanie greedy like peedi make the gun go rrring

when you look at the thing

give me the bling

hand me the chain and the ring

baller in the bubble

blowin bubble

always actin up

when trouble feel the double barrell of a double platnium thug

clappin

ready for some action

and i'm going to empty the crib

i rep for the roc and the state property clique

homey

you can't do shit

throw a finger up

give me love

remi in the club

when they see these thug

in a circle

snort the 50s up

range rov

24 inch

blacked out bulbs

blows fast

but hit your ho slow with the soul pole

creeping on niggas trying to test me in the black drop top

pull up and let the booper go bop

bop-bop

treat you

in the wind

to my borough

blowin on my back

and do the same to any nigga that's tryna take what i got

i can't have it!

it's gettin'

it's gettin'

it's gettin' kind of hectic

it's gettin'

it's gettin'

it's gettin' kind of hectic

it's gettin'

it's gettin'

it's gettin' kind of hectic

it's gettin'

it's gettin'

it's gettin' kind of hectic

se pone

se pone

se pone muy difcil

se pone

se pone

se pone muy difcil

se pone

se pone

se pone muy difcil

se pone

se pone

se pone muy difcil

chain gang

gang bang

p. p. p. p. crack cocaine

b. b. mack is back

chad

chad west on track

now let's go!