Beanie Sigel - Get That Dough lyrics

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[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 x2]