Stop, Chill - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Stop, Chill - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Beanie Sigel |
| Album | The Truth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Grant, Stinson | |
| New shitWsup | |
| WsupWsupStop, 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 pumped 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 | |
| Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
| You niggas rats you ain't willin' to die | |
| Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
| Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real | |
| Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
| You niggas rats you ain't 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 ain't 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 nearFrom 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 ain't nothin' for | |
| MacIt 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 ain't 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 | |
| Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
| You niggas rats you ain't willin' to die | |
| Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
| Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real | |
| Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
| You niggas rats you ain't willin' to die | |
| Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
| Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real |
| zuo ci : Grant, Stinson | |
| New shitWsup | |
| WsupWsupStop, 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 pumped 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 | |
| Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
| You niggas rats you ain' t willin' to die | |
| Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
| Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real | |
| Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
| You niggas rats you ain' t 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 ain' t 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 nearFrom 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 ain' t nothin' for | |
| MacIt 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 ain' t 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 | |
| Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
| You niggas rats you ain' t willin' to die | |
| Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
| Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real | |
| Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
| You niggas rats you ain' t willin' to die | |
| Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
| Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real |
| zuò cí : Grant, Stinson | |
| New shitWsup | |
| WsupWsupStop, 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 pumped 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 | |
| Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
| You niggas rats you ain' t willin' to die | |
| Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
| Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real | |
| Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
| You niggas rats you ain' t 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 ain' t 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 nearFrom 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 ain' t nothin' for | |
| MacIt 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 ain' t 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 | |
| Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
| You niggas rats you ain' t willin' to die | |
| Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
| Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real | |
| Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie | |
| You niggas rats you ain' t willin' to die | |
| Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street | |
| Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real |
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