Beanie Sigel - Don'T Stop lyrics

rate me

Ma! I think it's safe to say

You ain't seen a playa lay this way

Or playa game this way

Wit a attitude, like - and ya don't stop

Aficionado, so fashionable

Wit a confident swagger, international

Game so tight the girls had to go

And you don't stop!

Hah! sicka than your average

Money too long can't stash it

In the closet or the mattress

Paper, stretch like elastic

Checks from advances, the bank can't cash it

So the price for that, never ask it

Just sign my name or pop plastic

Hating ass cops wanna harrass em

Searching for a glock in the pocket of his fashion

Bitches wit SP stitches on they asses

And they left breast (yes!)

Let's get dressed and toast to the occasion

Cops couldn't page em, flow so amazing, hot like cajun

You fucking wit the champ

Pop corks on champ' like I just took the chip

Nigga took the stand when he coulda took the 5th

Yeah eat a dick wit AIDs on the tip, keep my name off ya lips

Not guilty!

I said I'm sicka than your average

Keep three shooters like the Mavericks

Short to the point like Nash is, fucking wit a savage

Niggaz press they luck, get bucked like ashes

Three piece suits, linen fabrics

Three quarter croc, sharper than a pastor

B Sig bring the light to the masses

Of these rap bastards, who gives street passes

One shooting can lead to three caskets

Jump suits, state boots, at least three stabbings

You softer than a Reebok Classic

Folding under pressure when confronted by them badges

I was taught stay low and keep blasting

Po only know questions that was answered

Keep a number on the high price lawyer

It's five ways now days, everybody saw ya

That he gon do them thangs that he rap about

A true playa Pha-real (Pharrell)

And know that thing still by my waist

Once again I'm sicker then 'em all

Niggaz see C's start shitting in they drawers

When I kick in the door, stop the blood clot crying

Wipe the piss off the floor

The ape is back, my gate is cracked

My jumpsuit and my cuffs is off

Yeah I'm back on them bricks

Raise your cups and raise your glass

And let's toast to the boy B Mack, yeah I'm back in the mix!