Beanie Sigel - 'bout That (Let Me Know) lyrics

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How does it feel (MAC) bein next to you

I wanna know how, just let me knowwww-know-know-know

I got them diamonds on my neck, I'm so icey

I think they like Sig', in them white tees

Them SB jeans, sneaks is me

Burnt green with the camouflage print

Fake Willies wanna know what's the damage I spent

On that new V-Twizzy, grown man with no fence

Roughly the cost about three bricks off

Cooked up then bagged in trays - have a nice day!

I'm in my bag and I'm havin it my way

Sick of the floss, sick of cars, you niggaz car-sick

Sick of seein Sig' in them large whips

No plates and offended, temp plates in the window

Oh my God! If you could see the garage I back intah

Niggaz grind all summer then be crack in the wintah

I'm never cracked, one number I'm back in yah

YESSSS~! It's always Mac, nigga the top spender

Just check your boy out in all his splendor

How I grind in the winter, cop up in the spring

Wait for the summer to show off my new things

And in the fall, I do just that - I fall back!

And listen to the rumors on how I'm all that

You see this shit? Boy I copped all that!

Yes, I can cover the bet, as you should

However do you want it just drop it's all good

Money, cars, cash, clothes

Beans says if you 'bout that shit then let me know

If you 'bout that shit then let me know

If you 'bout that shit then let me know

Money, cars, cash, clothes

Baby girl if you 'bout that shit then let me know

If you 'bout that shit then let me know

If you 'bout that shit then let me know

I SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS DUDE~!

I done turned more blocks into Rubik's Cube

Your boy, let off shots from that newest tool

Then I skate on cops in that newest cruise

I'm rich boy, ahh looka here

Blow up icey and rich but your jewels ain't lookin clear

I show you lil' dudes how to cook a square

And how to grind it to the limit when you push it yeah

You don't want it with Sig', I pull your card out

You ain't got no bitches now bring them broads out

We can go chip for chip, I pull some large out

Or go whip for whip, I bring them cars out

Bring the Benz out, bring the Aston-Mart' out

Porsche Box' or the drop top Ferrar' out

Bring the old school six-fours out

'Til the four doors out, Cool & Dre, bring the chorus out

Uhh, however do you want it bitch I ain't stutter

You fuckin with that dude, man I lay 'em gutted

That nigga 'dere pop

And I done lost more work in a pot than y'all ever copped

Right cat, wrong litter box

And I don't window shop, and I don't lease I just pick and cop

I got the title to the shit I got

You need that work, I'm on the boat by the river dock

I put you niggaz in a triple threat soon as I hit The Roc

Niggaz claim they ballin but can't hit the shot

Yeah I'm flagrant, this ain't your game kid

Stay in your lane or get your shit blocked, how you want it?

However do you

Gangsters, pop that shit, and let me know, uhh...