Beanie Sigel - Show N' Off Freestyle lyrics
rate meYeah, I swear I’m grooving in this motherfucker
In the streets I’m still relevant
Y’all know how I do
In the streets I’m still relevant
The respect there is evident
Sweating in the kitchen in my element
I’m tryina whip the pigeon to a pelican
Day dreaming at the triple beans while leveling
I’m thinking like Malcolm by any means
Peeping in the window with your tec, I gotta get this cream
I’m back to kicking in doors again
Laying niggas down on the floor again
Pull the mac 90 on them, don’t move, bitch find it for me
Story to tell, big jump out the close on them
Look, I got a diet for you,
Remover your way, or you can explain who supplied it for you
Anything moving I’m riding on it
Shit it ain’t a door, I won’t slide in on them
Solo soldier, no passi on them
F and N’s, twin rossi’s on them
And I ain’t talking bout hoving them
Back on the stove again
Looking for the number, who got the call in
And I ain’t talking bout no sort of fan
What I sip color purple like… opiums
Man the dopest…niggas addicted to the smell when they open it
I got niggas in jail with will…who need money for a pill
For that money I’ma kill
This that crown vic music, I’m grooving off 602’s and thick fluid
I’ll show you niggas how to get to it
Over killing with the cades let the pound do it
Ball street bully bad boy, I’m like diddy
I fuck bitches, get money like biggy
2 bitches, I ménage em, like nicky
I’ma get rich or die trying like 50
Fuck the police with an attitude, this gangsta rap
Old ice cube…I’ma be a nigga for life, you can’t stand it
Stay affiliated with drama, keep a cannon
Ghetto boy scar your face…dead diary
The day I shot a nigga with a Wesson
Big ass dumb, longer the titty 2 necklace
Club murda, vip, you on the guest list…
I don’t play with it, you shit where you eat
You might as well take a piss and lay in there.
