(feat. Memphis Bleek)



[Chorus - Scratching w Background voice]



[Beanie Sigel]

Aiyyo Memph what's wrong with these niggas man?

These niggas ain't sayin shit man

These niggas on mute man

I'ma make you blind motherfuckers feel some real



Aiyyo the guc is here dog I'm back to work

I took time off a couple niggas had to get hurt

Due to the fact they wack and wasn't strapped

Packin they gat, now they layin' flat

In six in green (you know wut i mean?)

Man I need a new gat for that

Yo, I'm the coke copper plus the rock chopper

Down wit M. Bleek, the Marcy prock clocker

One wreck, the other destroy

And with that bullshit vest on, I'm killin' your boys

I don't play when it come to yae

I cop cook and collect my dough in one day

Book rock and collect my dough at one show

False looks, Memph let one go from the floor



[Memphis Bleek]

Yo, yo

Well I'm known to be the master in the M.C. field

Oh-oh got respect, oh-one I still

Tote guns to the show and then I jet wit a hoe

Bitch niggas want to front and get clapped

Get on the floor, clap a second time

And make sure I flat-line you

Let a whole round go, hit niggas behind you

See the gleam on the glock, know the beam on top

Get shot, popped, and drop, yo the team is the Roc

As I glance at Mack, a-k-a B-Sigel

Know we comin' with the macks and the extra Eagles

I'm not playin, you dudes know what I'm sayin'

I make a call to my dogs, them niggas comin' through sprayin'

What you sayin?



[Chorus]



[Sigel]

I'm puttin heads to beads, gun straight out the box

B-Sige, I put up all the roofs and glocks

I'm not playin, see these guns that I'm sprayin?