Stop, Chill Lyrics - The Truth - Beanie Sigel

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(Beanie Mac) 

Stop, chill, relax, and let this nigga Sigel flow 

I know you can't believe the flow, you can't cope I flow dope 

Like a key ya blow 

You like naw, Beans, same nigga from 21st and Sigel street 

When it's beef people let them desert eagle speak 

So whoever, wherever I don't care where we meet 

Stop, chill, don't talk shit sideways outta your mouth 

I will slap spit sideways outta your mouth 

Bitch niggas talk indirect it don't matter 

When you got snitch niggas right in your set 

That's why I know where you niggas sling coke and pump D at 

Same spot that you liable to see me at 

Gun and a mask, one in the stash where the seed at 

Stop, all my young bucks huggin the block 

Stop puttin drugs in your sock 

You makin it easy for the cops to catch you 

They hooked to that stash and that trash and that bag of pretzels 

You gotta hustle smarter than that 

Cop coke harder than that, keep your dough apart from your crack 

Keep a stash in the dark for the trap 

Man you never know when the narks gon launch an attack 

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Stop, I know you cats livin a lie 

You niggas rats you aint willin to die 

Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin it street 

Keepin they steel, all my niggas keepin it real 

It's still vex in the game tryin na earn respect 

I got the best of out and y'all aint heard shit yet 

You can shuffle up the cards I'ma learn the deck 

When I do the game is mine, man I'm aimin high 

Niggas talk about guns don't be carryin none 

Every two hammers I cock I'm buryin one 

I'ma dress in all stash this year, whenever I'm near 

>From the first junior, to Madison Square 

Stop, chill, cuz I know y'all niggas like Mac fuckin that track 

Let me show you somethin dog it aint nothin for Mac 

It come all natural like I'm bustin my gat 

Or I'm stuck in a spot crushin the crack 

Got ice in a pot, fluffin the crack 

Takin backs to the block so don't stuff in them packs 

Doin life on the Roc aint nothin fuckin with that 

Me, jail, dog, you can put me under the ground 

Where I'm from all my niggas they from under the ground 

You can hear us when we come it's a thunderous sound 

Trees, stompin, Roc jeans and a bunch of white T troopers 

Stay on post with they toast and they like to shoot you 

Philly cats no rack, big guns and Sumas 

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