| Song | Gotta Have It - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Beanie Sigel |
| Artist | Peedi Peedi |
| Artist | Twista |
| Album | The B.Coming |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| P., P. Crakk Cocaine | |
| B., B. Mack is back | |
| Chad, Chad what's on track? | |
| [Chorus 1 - Peedi Crakk] | |
| I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my b-boy Beans | |
| And my S.P. chain gang, doin the damn thing | |
| I Gotta Have It! Don't forget my boogie with beam | |
| That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean? | |
| [Verse 1 - Peedi Crakk] | |
| Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle finger hang | |
| Ain't nothin changed my name, P. Crakk Cocaine (P. Crakk Cocaine) | |
| Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine ain't clean | |
| No one to blame but Peedi and a nigga I mean (nigga I mean) | |
| Ten stacks, Crakk come to the club and do the thing | |
| You ain't got that, I'm in the crib fixin my bricks | |
| Style back, that's the method-zine | |
| About to get your four stressed | |
| So I can whip back on the whole sixteenth | |
| [Chorus 1] | |
| [Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel] | |
| B. Mack, seat back, S.P. intact | |
| You see me with Crakk, we strapped | |
| What's the reason for that? (What's the reason for that?) (I Gotta Have It!) | |
| I need that, that Philly boy clap | |
| Hit you niggas in your back, send the rest in your hat (send the rest in your hat) | |
| Stay strapped with the mack, with the hoodie too tall stack | |
| The aim all that, when I flame you get all that (you get all that) | |
| Me Boy Mack fuck with cracks since tall cats (?) (It's the same game!) | |
| Gang bang! I suggest ya'll fall back | |
| [Chorus 2 - Twista and Peedi Crakk] | |
| I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my boy B. Sige | |
| And the S.P. chain gang for doin the damn thing | |
| I Gotta Have It! Don't forget the rrring rrring | |
| That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean? | |
| [Verse 3 - Peedi Crakk] | |
| Chain gang, lickey with the ban | |
| Quickly spit it rrring | |
| Sickey Rickey get his ziggy bang | |
| Snitchin on the gang (gang) | |
| Don't forget you get that Uncle Midi | |
| Get him for his chain | |
| Simply give him a chitty bang, sit him in a cling (cling) | |
| No name, no blame, Mack 10 no aim | |
| Hi-lo, rhino, put your body in pain | |
| No play no games, 'fore blow your brain | |
| Bo range me after the show, you know of course I Gotta Have my... | |
| [Chorus 1] | |
| [Verse 4 - Beanie Sigel] | |
| State Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the glock | |
| Catch a nigga whippin in the kitchen cookin in the pot | |
| Pursue it then might crack you (smack you), hit him with the glock | |
| (When you hear that!) Then you know here come the cops | |
| What up, wait, stop, fuck the cops! | |
| Got the baby uzi whop, turn your cruiser to a drop (cruiser to a drop) | |
| Get off the block 'fore SWAT surround the spot | |
| We be locked in a box, three hots and a cot (I can't have it!) | |
| [Chorus 2] | |
| [Verse 5 - Twista] | |
| The may-or of Chi, this ain't even ain't no kings and queens | |
| Fixin to hurt from us when you jerk us, we Merciless like Ming | |
| Twista and Beanie greedy like Peedi make the gun go rrring | |
| When you look at the thing, give me the bling | |
| Hand me the chain and the ring | |
| Baller in the bubble, blowin bubble, always actin up | |
| When trouble feel the double barrell of a double platnium thug | |
| Clappin, ready for some action, and I'm going to empty the crib | |
| I rep for the Roc and the State Property clique | |
| Homey, you can't do shit | |
| Throw a finger up, give me love, Remi in the club | |
| When they see these thug, in a circle, snip (?) the 50s up | |
| Range Rov, 24 inch, blacked out bulbs | |
| Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul pole | |
| Creeping on niggas trying to test me in the black drop top | |
| Pull up and let the booper go bop, bop-bop | |
| Treat you, in the wind, to my borough, blowin on my back | |
| And do the same to any nigga tryna take what I got | |
| I Can't Have It! | |
| [Outro - Peedi Crakk] | |
| It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic | |
| It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic | |
| It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic | |
| It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic | |
| (?) Se buone, se buone, se buone mordevisi (?) | |
| (?) Se buone, se buone, se buone mordevisi (?) | |
| (?) Se buone, se buone, se buone mordevisi (?) | |
| (?) Se buone, se buone, se buone mordevisi (?) | |
| Chain gang, gang bang | |
| P., P., P., P. Crakk Cocaine | |
| B., B. Mack is back | |
| Chad, Chad what's on track? | |
| Now let's go! |
| P., P. Crakk Cocaine | |
| B., B. Mack is back | |
| Chad, Chad what' s on track? | |
| Chorus 1 Peedi Crakk | |
| I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my bboy Beans | |
| And my S. P. chain gang, doin the damn thing | |
| I Gotta Have It! Don' t forget my boogie with beam | |
| That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya' mean? | |
| Verse 1 Peedi Crakk | |
| Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle finger hang | |
| Ain' t nothin changed my name, P. Crakk Cocaine P. Crakk Cocaine | |
| Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine ain' t clean | |
| No one to blame but Peedi and a nigga I mean nigga I mean | |
| Ten stacks, Crakk come to the club and do the thing | |
| You ain' t got that, I' m in the crib fixin my bricks | |
| Style back, that' s the methodzine | |
| About to get your four stressed | |
| So I can whip back on the whole sixteenth | |
| Chorus 1 | |
| Verse 2 Beanie Sigel | |
| B. Mack, seat back, S. P. intact | |
| You see me with Crakk, we strapped | |
| What' s the reason for that? What' s the reason for that? I Gotta Have It! | |
| I need that, that Philly boy clap | |
| Hit you niggas in your back, send the rest in your hat send the rest in your hat | |
| Stay strapped with the mack, with the hoodie too tall stack | |
| The aim all that, when I flame you get all that you get all that | |
| Me Boy Mack fuck with cracks since tall cats ? It' s the same game! | |
| Gang bang! I suggest ya' ll fall back | |
| Chorus 2 Twista and Peedi Crakk | |
| I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my boy B. Sige | |
| And the S. P. chain gang for doin the damn thing | |
| I Gotta Have It! Don' t forget the rrring rrring | |
| That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya' mean? | |
| Verse 3 Peedi Crakk | |
| Chain gang, lickey with the ban | |
| Quickly spit it rrring | |
| Sickey Rickey get his ziggy bang | |
| Snitchin on the gang gang | |
| Don' t forget you get that Uncle Midi | |
| Get him for his chain | |
| Simply give him a chitty bang, sit him in a cling cling | |
| No name, no blame, Mack 10 no aim | |
| Hilo, rhino, put your body in pain | |
| No play no games, ' fore blow your brain | |
| Bo range me after the show, you know of course I Gotta Have my... | |
| Chorus 1 | |
| Verse 4 Beanie Sigel | |
| State Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the glock | |
| Catch a nigga whippin in the kitchen cookin in the pot | |
| Pursue it then might crack you smack you, hit him with the glock | |
| When you hear that! Then you know here come the cops | |
| What up, wait, stop, fuck the cops! | |
| Got the baby uzi whop, turn your cruiser to a drop cruiser to a drop | |
| Get off the block ' fore SWAT surround the spot | |
| We be locked in a box, three hots and a cot I can' t have it! | |
| Chorus 2 | |
| Verse 5 Twista | |
| The mayor of Chi, this ain' t even ain' t no kings and queens | |
| Fixin to hurt from us when you jerk us, we Merciless like Ming | |
| Twista and Beanie greedy like Peedi make the gun go rrring | |
| When you look at the thing, give me the bling | |
| Hand me the chain and the ring | |
| Baller in the bubble, blowin bubble, always actin up | |
| When trouble feel the double barrell of a double platnium thug | |
| Clappin, ready for some action, and I' m going to empty the crib | |
| I rep for the Roc and the State Property clique | |
| Homey, you can' t do shit | |
| Throw a finger up, give me love, Remi in the club | |
| When they see these thug, in a circle, snip ? the 50s up | |
| Range Rov, 24 inch, blacked out bulbs | |
| Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul pole | |
| Creeping on niggas trying to test me in the black drop top | |
| Pull up and let the booper go bop, bopbop | |
| Treat you, in the wind, to my borough, blowin on my back | |
| And do the same to any nigga tryna take what I got | |
| I Can' t Have It! | |
| Outro Peedi Crakk | |
| It' s gettin', it' s gettin', it' s gettin' kind of hectic | |
| It' s gettin', it' s gettin', it' s gettin' kind of hectic | |
| It' s gettin', it' s gettin', it' s gettin' kind of hectic | |
| It' s gettin', it' s gettin', it' s gettin' kind of hectic | |
| ? Se buone, se buone, se buone mordevisi ? | |
| ? Se buone, se buone, se buone mordevisi ? | |
| ? Se buone, se buone, se buone mordevisi ? | |
| ? Se buone, se buone, se buone mordevisi ? | |
| Chain gang, gang bang | |
| P., P., P., P. Crakk Cocaine | |
| B., B. Mack is back | |
| Chad, Chad what' s on track? | |
| Now let' s go! |
| P., P. Crakk Cocaine | |
| B., B. Mack is back | |
| Chad, Chad what' s on track? | |
| Chorus 1 Peedi Crakk | |
| I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my bboy Beans | |
| And my S. P. chain gang, doin the damn thing | |
| I Gotta Have It! Don' t forget my boogie with beam | |
| That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya' mean? | |
| Verse 1 Peedi Crakk | |
| Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle finger hang | |
| Ain' t nothin changed my name, P. Crakk Cocaine P. Crakk Cocaine | |
| Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine ain' t clean | |
| No one to blame but Peedi and a nigga I mean nigga I mean | |
| Ten stacks, Crakk come to the club and do the thing | |
| You ain' t got that, I' m in the crib fixin my bricks | |
| Style back, that' s the methodzine | |
| About to get your four stressed | |
| So I can whip back on the whole sixteenth | |
| Chorus 1 | |
| Verse 2 Beanie Sigel | |
| B. Mack, seat back, S. P. intact | |
| You see me with Crakk, we strapped | |
| What' s the reason for that? What' s the reason for that? I Gotta Have It! | |
| I need that, that Philly boy clap | |
| Hit you niggas in your back, send the rest in your hat send the rest in your hat | |
| Stay strapped with the mack, with the hoodie too tall stack | |
| The aim all that, when I flame you get all that you get all that | |
| Me Boy Mack fuck with cracks since tall cats ? It' s the same game! | |
| Gang bang! I suggest ya' ll fall back | |
| Chorus 2 Twista and Peedi Crakk | |
| I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my boy B. Sige | |
| And the S. P. chain gang for doin the damn thing | |
| I Gotta Have It! Don' t forget the rrring rrring | |
| That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya' mean? | |
| Verse 3 Peedi Crakk | |
| Chain gang, lickey with the ban | |
| Quickly spit it rrring | |
| Sickey Rickey get his ziggy bang | |
| Snitchin on the gang gang | |
| Don' t forget you get that Uncle Midi | |
| Get him for his chain | |
| Simply give him a chitty bang, sit him in a cling cling | |
| No name, no blame, Mack 10 no aim | |
| Hilo, rhino, put your body in pain | |
| No play no games, ' fore blow your brain | |
| Bo range me after the show, you know of course I Gotta Have my... | |
| Chorus 1 | |
| Verse 4 Beanie Sigel | |
| State Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the glock | |
| Catch a nigga whippin in the kitchen cookin in the pot | |
| Pursue it then might crack you smack you, hit him with the glock | |
| When you hear that! Then you know here come the cops | |
| What up, wait, stop, fuck the cops! | |
| Got the baby uzi whop, turn your cruiser to a drop cruiser to a drop | |
| Get off the block ' fore SWAT surround the spot | |
| We be locked in a box, three hots and a cot I can' t have it! | |
| Chorus 2 | |
| Verse 5 Twista | |
| The mayor of Chi, this ain' t even ain' t no kings and queens | |
| Fixin to hurt from us when you jerk us, we Merciless like Ming | |
| Twista and Beanie greedy like Peedi make the gun go rrring | |
| When you look at the thing, give me the bling | |
| Hand me the chain and the ring | |
| Baller in the bubble, blowin bubble, always actin up | |
| When trouble feel the double barrell of a double platnium thug | |
| Clappin, ready for some action, and I' m going to empty the crib | |
| I rep for the Roc and the State Property clique | |
| Homey, you can' t do shit | |
| Throw a finger up, give me love, Remi in the club | |
| When they see these thug, in a circle, snip ? the 50s up | |
| Range Rov, 24 inch, blacked out bulbs | |
| Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul pole | |
| Creeping on niggas trying to test me in the black drop top | |
| Pull up and let the booper go bop, bopbop | |
| Treat you, in the wind, to my borough, blowin on my back | |
| And do the same to any nigga tryna take what I got | |
| I Can' t Have It! | |
| Outro Peedi Crakk | |
| It' s gettin', it' s gettin', it' s gettin' kind of hectic | |
| It' s gettin', it' s gettin', it' s gettin' kind of hectic | |
| It' s gettin', it' s gettin', it' s gettin' kind of hectic | |
| It' s gettin', it' s gettin', it' s gettin' kind of hectic | |
| ? Se buone, se buone, se buone mordevisi ? | |
| ? Se buone, se buone, se buone mordevisi ? | |
| ? Se buone, se buone, se buone mordevisi ? | |
| ? Se buone, se buone, se buone mordevisi ? | |
| Chain gang, gang bang | |
| P., P., P., P. Crakk Cocaine | |
| B., B. Mack is back | |
| Chad, Chad what' s on track? | |
| Now let' s go! |