[Intro: DJ Clue]
New Beanie Sigel! Freeway!
[Beanie] Don't get scurred
[DJ Clue] Fat shout, Beat Street
[Chorus 1: Beanie Sigel]
1, 2 - Sigel comin for you
3, 4 - I'm bout to kick in your door
5, 6 - Man I want those bricks
7, 8 - You gon' give up dat weight
9, 10 - I'll put the Glock to ya chin
11, 12 - Man I'll see you in hell
[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
I handle tools like hammers and ratchets
Gats wit metal attachments, how you want it metal or plastic
Disrespect your fam bastard, close your casket
Then I give 'em a can of hold your ashes
Visions of the killer for we rose a passin
True killer, true thug, never show no passion
Hit your rug, hit your ceiling, if I know if you stashin
Wrong, nigga the rug, nigga know who you passin
Fresh year from rammin off the zany's fours and perks
Keep the semi handy jammin you for war or work
Niggas like the border goin bizurk
On the roof bangin dat swat, lettin off shots and spurts
Dey tryin to trap me in the back of the yard
Man I'm lettin every cat fall hittin from the cap to the sarge
Can't see me back in the yard, two wacks back to the wall
Use the two gat stash pack in the wall
Picture Mac liftin up racks in the yard
I had a block shiftin up knocking off racks by the yard
The dope from dem dudes, smokeless confused, shit
They ain't know if they want a crack or the saw
Switch they life, straight from the pipe to the straw
Coke in they vein, what you want the dope or the cane
I open the game, to sniffin the D, X to the Z
Hot shit from B-Sig consecutively
New Beanie Sigel! Freeway!
[Beanie] Don't get scurred
[DJ Clue] Fat shout, Beat Street
[Chorus 1: Beanie Sigel]
1, 2 - Sigel comin for you
3, 4 - I'm bout to kick in your door
5, 6 - Man I want those bricks
7, 8 - You gon' give up dat weight
9, 10 - I'll put the Glock to ya chin
11, 12 - Man I'll see you in hell
[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
I handle tools like hammers and ratchets
Gats wit metal attachments, how you want it metal or plastic
Disrespect your fam bastard, close your casket
Then I give 'em a can of hold your ashes
Visions of the killer for we rose a passin
True killer, true thug, never show no passion
Hit your rug, hit your ceiling, if I know if you stashin
Wrong, nigga the rug, nigga know who you passin
Fresh year from rammin off the zany's fours and perks
Keep the semi handy jammin you for war or work
Niggas like the border goin bizurk
On the roof bangin dat swat, lettin off shots and spurts
Dey tryin to trap me in the back of the yard
Man I'm lettin every cat fall hittin from the cap to the sarge
Can't see me back in the yard, two wacks back to the wall
Use the two gat stash pack in the wall
Picture Mac liftin up racks in the yard
I had a block shiftin up knocking off racks by the yard
The dope from dem dudes, smokeless confused, shit
They ain't know if they want a crack or the saw
Switch they life, straight from the pipe to the straw
Coke in they vein, what you want the dope or the cane
I open the game, to sniffin the D, X to the Z
Hot shit from B-Sig consecutively
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