who want what

Singer:beanie sigel

what up sigel?

huh? yeah

smash

scrape

scrape. you know the game baby

who the fuck want what

me and bleek charmed up

with your town under siege

diligent in the sleeve

who the fuck want what

me and beans charmed up

got you niggas arms up

my squad be armed up

this one's for the dogs with the 4-4 long

you niggas bust shots but you throw yours wrong

peep game

niggas leaves stain when it rain

damped and wont dry we thugs we won't cry

ayo you know how we play dog

smash and scrape

pull them real tools out they won't blast them eights

trust me they start tellin who blast the weight

bleek a three time felon i'ma basket case

you bout ta witness a dynasty like no other

who flow like bleek

think

no other

who rhyme like sigel

dog

no other

it's roc-a-fella twin desert eagle no other

ayo we outshinin niggas

two of the finest niggas

got niggas like damn where'd jay find them niggas

rock blocked diamonds niggas

that'll blind you niggas

you know it's cru love

just thought we'd remind you niggas

who the fuck want what

who the fuck want what

who the fuck want what

who the fuck want what

who the fuck want what

who want what

who the fuck want what

beans and bleek

roc baby

don't stop

ayo i ride with the top down

high with the glock now

war it don't stop now

memph man hot now

niggas didn't want that i'm still where you pump at

b. sigel

m. bleek

niggas can't front that

ayo nigga who want that

not a soul

first week

no video

went gold

bases loaded

now i'm up to bat

witness the truth

niggas can't fuck with that

fuck those who disagree like these streets aint mine

like the roc don't mean somethin

glock won't lean somethin

ayo like i won't pop up in fifty shot machine somethin

hit you from a half a block

infrared beam somethin

niggas don't want it with mac

trust me

niggas wanna chill

roll up

and get blunted with mac

a then we swerve out

blowin herb out

you heard 'bout

my 'bout it squad

niggas get rowdy and rob

ayo you heard the title nigga

who the fuck want what

my bullets you get em free who the fuck want one

ayo i still throw 4

5

6

upset rookies

set up shop on flushin

who you can't touch him

i'm still on two birds

two blunts

too hurt

two of the biggets guns put two in your shirt

you can still get two to your chest

i'll show what a thug about and let them slugs spit out

i'm that same cat all black crack in my palm

hop off the b. franklin with gat in my palm

yo i still spit a thousand bars

still roam the resevoir with dogs

i still wire your jaw

and yeah i smoke weed

i don't give a you know

pop up on your block and hit it up in the hugo

to the streets all over

we spot you niggas

put your feet up hova

we got you nigga