Альбом Beanie Sigel

(feat. R. Kelly)

We run everything
We run the streets, the radio, and the club
All of the above

(Beanie Sigel (R. Kelly):)
Yes, yes! (All the above)
Uhh (ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)

(Beanie Sigel:)
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys Club, can't chill in here
Gold bottles of that bubb', y'all spillin beer
The boy only pour on that ace of spades
Forbes Magazine homes - soon to grace the page
I pull 7 digits clean - soon as I grace the stage
I done caught up with the paper; y'all chasin change
Man I'm runnin up Broad Street, in and out of lanes
With the top down screamin out - you niggaz know the sayin
C'mon, you niggaz know my name
It's the bully with the bucks, ain't a damn thing changed

(Chorus: R. Kelly (Beans))
I'm hood, I'm street
Still standin in the middle of the beat (Mac!)
I'm a mack, I'm a thug
I'm a pimp I does all the above
On the low I'm in the fastest whip
And in the spot I'm with the baddest chick - all the above
Up in the club got these niggaz pissed
We got bottles and a pound of twist - all the above
WE BUY OUT THE BAR~! And all night puff on cigars
We get so much love, and all of the above

(Beanie Sigel:)
Yeah, Mr. Beat The Case is back
Got acquitted, stitch fitted in that gangster hat
Now I'm back, sick with it with this gangster rap
Let's get it, where my gangsters at? Make noise
And I ain't never been no fraud, no nah that's not in my rapport
Never fronted on my boys for no whore
I ain't never been no bitch, nor never lied on my dick
Y'all niggaz still dyin for these whores
I ain't never been no - snitch, never been no - rat
Never shot a nigga in his back
I always put the drama to his face
I ain't never pull my strap and ain't clap
Got my case, did my time, now I'm BACK~!

(Chorus)

(R. Kelly:)
Up in the club still poppin the Cris'
Still back it up whenever I talk shit
Man I'm worth about a billion but I'm still hood rich
Still hoppin out the whip with a hot-ass chick
Still rockin the chain, they still knowin my name
It's Kels, that's right bitch, I'm still in the game
Still walk through the hood like I'm holdin that thang
Still limp through the club like I'm holdin that cane
It's two fingers for a rock star, middle for a bitch
Come in by self and leave out with'cha chick
Beanie Sigel got my back if we run into a snitch
And Kels got his back if he ever need a hit
From the tour, to the block
We keep risin, to the top
From the club to the parking lot
We 'bout to show the haters what we go so LET'S GO!

(scratched:) "Sigel was the name that they gave me"
(Jay-Z:) "Allow me to reintroduce myself"

(Beanie Sigel:)
It's the Broad Street Bully I'm number one
Five-oh said FREEZE when I had the gun
But I don't stop for the law, pushed the pedal to the floor
Rock star nigga, heavy metal on the drawer
Because my life is, how I mic this
Police wan' see my license
Run my social, check my gov', search my glove
Keep they hand on they toast when they approach this thug
Cause I'm a hoodlum, a monster, Bad Boy, a goodfella
Gangster and a thug - yes I'm all the above!

(Chorus)

How does it feel bein' next to you
I wanna know how, just let me know

I got them diamonds on my neck, I'm so icey
I think they like Sig', in them white tees
Them SB jeans, sneaks is me
Dark green with the camouflage print

Fake Willies wanna know what's the damage I spent
On that new V-Twizzy, grown man with no fence
Roughly the cost about three bricks off
Cooked up then bagged in trays, have a nice day

I'm in my bag and I'm havin' it my way
Sick of the floss, sick of cars, you niggaz car-sick
Sick of seein' Sig' in them large whips
No plates and offended, temp plates in the window

If you could see the garage I back in there
Niggaz grind all summer then be crack in the winter
I'm never cracked, one number I'm back in, yeah
It's always Mac, nigga the top spender

Just check your boy out in all his splendor
How I grind in the winter, cop up in the spring
Wait for the summer to show off my new things
And in the fall, I do just that, I fall back

And listen to the rumors on how I'm all that
You see this shit? Boy, I copped all that
Yes, I can cover the bet as you should
However do you want it just drop it's all good

Money, cars, cash, clothes
Beans says if you bout that shit then let me know
If you bout that shit then let me know
If you bout that shit then let me know

Money, cars, cash, clothes
Baby girl, if you bout that shit then let me know
If you bout that shit then let me know
If you bout that shit then let me know

I show you how to do this, dude
I done turned more blocks into Rubik's Cube
You boy, let off shots from that newest tool
Then I skate on cops in that newest cruise

I'm rich boy, ah, look at here
Blow up icey and rich but your jewels ain't lookin' clear
I show you lil' dudes how to cook a square
And how to grind it to the limit when you push it, yeah

You don't want it with Sig', I pull your card out
You ain't got no bitches now bring them broads out
We can go chip for chip, I pull some large out
Or go whip for whip, I bring them cars out

Bring the Benz out, bring the Aston-Mart' out
Porsche Box' or the drop top Ferrar' out
Bring the old school six-fours out, coops to the four doors out
Cool and Dre, bring the chorus out

Money, cars, cash, clothes
Beans says if you bout that shit then let me know
If you bout that shit then let me know
If you bout that shit then let me know

Money, cars, cash, clothes
Baby girl, if you bout that shit then let me know
If you bout that shit then let me know
If you bout that shit then let me know

However do you want it, bitch, I ain't stutter
You fuckin' with that dude
Man, I lay 'em gutted that nigga 'dere pop
And I done lost more work in a pot than y'all ever copped

Right cat, wrong litter box and I don't window shop
And I don't lease, I just pick and cop
I got the title to the shit I got
You need that work, I'm on the boat by the river dock

I put you niggaz in a triple threat soon as I hit The Roc
Niggaz claim they ballin' but can't hit the shot
Yeah, I'm flagrant, this ain't your game kid
Stay in your lane or get your shit blocked, how you want it?

Money, cars, cash, clothes
Beans says if you bout that shit then let me know
If you bout that shit then let me know
If you bout that shit then let me know

Money, cars, cash, clothes
Baby girl, if you bout that shit then let me know
If you bout that shit then let me know
If you bout that shit then let me know

However do you, however do you
Gangsters, pop that shit and let me know

Ghost, Sigel, real niggaz load up
Throw your fuckin' hoodies on, it's goin' down

Nah, you can't hang, nah, you can't bang
You better get yo' gang
If you see me on the road better switch yo' lane
If you see me on your strip, bitch, get yo' thang

Fuck that before rap had to flip cocaine
Knockin' EMPD, nigga, it's yo' thang
Had the fisherman hat, with the 40 bottle twistin', the cap
Outside all night pitchin' the crack

But now things are a lil' bit different
I could start the car without the key in the ignition
Now I be Vivo sippin', nigga, strapped with the mac
In the book bag bitch, when I go road trippin'

You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?

You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me

The bully harder than them bars in the lifer's house
You don't know me, see the Ghost when the lights go out
Kill yo' ass while you daydream, nigga
I put your big man to sleep and let him fly like the A-Team nigga

You niggaz puss, dick startin' to get hard
Man, we always strapped, catch shit when you run in the bitch raw
I go off when the shit's off, I usually turn it up when it go down
If you didn't you know now, you know it's the Ghost

And the bully in this bitch, two hawks up
You know I got the fully in this bitch
In the best shape of my life, I know I could roof niggaz
I send 'em back down Sig', I know you 'The Truth', nigga

You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?

You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me

Ghost and Sigel, P-89 and the Eagle
Get stretched by the skinny or diesel
Hardest two out, so it's gon' be plenty of evil
So run and tell all of the people

Yeah, what? Gun check, rope check
Hit the club, rob shit during coat check
Just for the fuck of it, nigga
I like the four-door big

Heard you bust with it nigga like to blow a pound of weed
Heard you puffin it nigga, let anybody front and we touchin' it, nigga
Yeah, what? I get berserk when I'm high on them perks
You fuck around like, you don't want your kidneys to work

I get the family, the doggie, the kitty get murked
Man, what you know about puttin' in work? Yeah, what?
And you know you ain't ready for me
Got a young boy, turn your shit to spaghetti for me

You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?

You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me

(INTRO)
Right about now...
(Talking)

(VERSE 1)
It's the Brawl Street Bully Back,
Ready to lock in,
My hand on my twins,
Underneath where my cock ends, (No no no, no no no)
Niggaz got cute once they heard I was locked in,
But here's where all the bull shit 'bout the rock ends, (Ey)
Fresh over the bog liars it's the live wire,
Disrespectful ignorant niggaz,
You suck my dick,
drink my piss,
can eat my shit,
Stroop de raw dog when I end to you niggaz, (No no no, no no no)
No pause no homo,
No vaseline
When I end a nigga slowmo with that brumstick nigga, (Yeah)
The boss is dash when that glick start chopping,
All y'all fags is drag bitch and lick, yeah its poppin', (Ay yay yay)
Whatchu know about the S.B. hardheads,
Roofus then them niggaz that ran in ya bar crip,
Flood that strip, (Do it)
Where 50 shakes big beards and bald heads,
Scared cuz you're wit' no space where law fear, (No no, no no)
Niggaz don't want it with fat ball,
You'd rather get your hair permed & pulled
Hit with a strap on,
A grown ass man I don't play no games.
Death can be a destiny's child to say my name

(CHORUS)
We fire gun shots to the cieling,
Yo dis is wreckin' or you're bleedin' now,
No witness na leavin'
We puttin' everybody down on the floor,
So go low,
Everybody go low,
So go low,
Everybody go low,

(VERSE 2)
I'm what the game' missin', (YES!)
Young nigga old soul still kickin',
New game old rules no snitchin', (YES!)
New connect few with ditches,
Old money new bitches, (HEY!)
Paper and shit,
I pistol whip,
A hundred thou' on the swiss movement,
About a dolla imma get to it,
And I'm a masta on that thick fluid,
I run through problems like Tony but I don't swift through it,
I just rock it and spin it the water stick to it,
Every day I'm hustlin' push it harder than brick do it, (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I keep it cannon like nick doin',
See me in the streets you 'on't know me like click do ya? (Whoa!)
Disturb the peace like Chris do it, (HEY!)
I bring the record like stick to ya, (HEY!)
Hey young worl',
Do you like it when I talk slick to ya
Brawl Street Bully Back bitch!

(CHORUS)
We fire gun shots to the cieling,
Yo dis is wreckin' or you're bleedin' now,
No witness na leavin'
We puttin' everybody down on the floor,
So go low, (HEY!)
Everybody go low, (YES!)
So go low, (HEY!)
Everybody go low, (YES!)

(VERSE 3)
I'm what the game lackin',
Like Joe no Jackses,
Like Kobe' no Shaqin',
Like James no Magic,
You niggaz got the game bass akcwards,
Same by rights,
Nobody sufferin' the reprocusions for they actions,
I'm 'bout to kick back on my geographic,
20 south philly mo'fuckas kill at will,
On site broad daylight, (We killin' it, We killin' it)
Pin that steel,
30 shots in the skin,
Don't tempt me,
Short fuse no wick on it,
Broad shoulder with a chip on it,
Get off my dick put yo' bitch on it,
Man I'm the shit with no stench on it, (No no no no no)
Fuck you gon' tell me nigga,
I've seen the world dooped,
You just a new jacked poop,
I ain't one o' yo' boys in da hood,
I'm a menace in 'dis,
Waste deep repin' State P biotch!

(CHORUS)
We fire gun shots to the cieling,
Yo dis is wreckin' or you're bleedin' now,
No witness na leavin'
We puttin' everybody down on the floor,
So go low,
Everybody go low,
So go low,
Everybody go low,

No no no, no no no,
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah,
Beanie Sigel
And Rock City you know see you wit' trouble now,
Konvict Music,
I'm still droppin' 'till you run 'dem down.

STOP IT!

HEY!

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(feat. Diddy, Ghostface Killah & Peedi Peedi)

[Chorus: Diddy]
Pass another shot of that Patron
Shorty I'm goin, why chu goin with me
After this, tonight I'm goin home
You wanna come, shorty come with me
Now I wanna see you get your hands up
Shorty wanna shake it for me
Ladies if you with me, get your hands up
Shake it, shake it, shake it for me

[Beanie Sigel:]
Lil nasty bitch
Cute face, slim waist, nice ass & tits
It's a damm shame that lil sweet thang ain't nothin but a freak thang
"In Love With A Stripper" like T-Pain
Er' weekday, up in the club like Lis' Raye
Makin niggaz make it rain like Lil Wayne
Boy, mami tottsie rollin that pole
I ain't Peedi Peedi baby, I just know what I know
Call me Iceberg baby, Pimpin Ken on a stroll
Got the right one baby, wouldn't give you a cold
No, but I could give you the coat
Pimps up, hoes down, bank roll all froze
Mack keep em looking pretty, but won't give em no dough
Uncle Diddy run the city, butch you ain't know?
Now let that thang bounce, drop slow
And show out your outsides, you know how it go, oh

[Chorus]

[Peedi Crakk:]
I'm at my maximum, I'm fully loaded
Baby girl c'mon, roll with it
Don't be askin them if I'm gon bomb
Like the atom or the a-tom, just order the dom
B Mack and them, you better know it
Nab hoes, after the show, she gon show it
That hoe, I told you she gon do it
The loads is full, she let me smash in the Buick
I'm comin for clothes, these hoes, we gon through it
Pull out my gat, she though I was gon shoot her
Mr. P Crakk Cocaine, I got rulers
My mind in the gutter, and my heart in the sewer
I kick a bitch to the curb, I keep it movin
Married to the game, I love my money and my music
Half Puerto Rican and black, they think I'm Jewish
I don't give em shit, and they keep comin back to it

[Chorus]

[Ghostface Killah:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now come and sit yo big ass down
Right here on daddy legs, now hush, take a sip of the brown
Lap dance on it, leave a white stain on my Levis
This the twat team, I'm a show you how we ride
Through a lasso over your hips, rustle your mean theighs
You bow-legged too? I'm a hit it from all sides
Uh huh, we brought the bar, you bought the bar
Beans got the big lighter out, waiting to spark
Word up, dancefloors, noise, asses shaking
And she winding that body like she got Jamaican
Asains, sistas, blacks, bad caucasions
Get em all Goosed up, then I persuade them
To bounce to the c-r-I-b
Shorty to young, sorry, gotta chill in the lobby
It's the penthouse, big couch, get digged out
You bring your lil male friends, I get kicked out

[Chorus]

(Beanie Sigel:)
Once she grin, I'm in, game begin
Man I met this bitch one time
I mean man this chick so fine
I just had to fuck this bitch one time
I caught her at the mall goin shoppin
Shorty had six bags, strugglin and still coppin
Cute face, slim waist, body proper
Hair fell short to her shoulders, I had to stop her
Shheeit, I had to add that to the roster
And me leavin without that there was not a option
Excuse me miss, please take no offense
But I'm shoppin for a ladyfriend about your size
I saw somethin that could be a 4, if you could try that on
Shit, I could peep the fit before I buy it for her
She smiled, and tried it on with no problem
Stepped out lookin like The Next Top Model
DAMN! I told the salesclerk to give me two
And told ma for all your work, this one for you
You keep it~! That'll be our little secret
Now peep it, to make this long story shorter
I ain't get shorty name 'til the next morning

Once she grin, I'm in, game begin...
Once she grin, I'm in, game begin...

(Beanie Sigel:)
Once she grin, I'm in, game begin
Man you know that chick that time
I said I had to stick that time
I fucked the bitch about six times
Now she on my phone every hour
Cussin out her man, talkin 'bout he a coward
Bitch please, she said that I'm all that she need
Indeed, I showed her that I was built for speed
I'm heavy, somethin like a '55 Chevy
And they don't make my class no more, I'm quite sure
I'm somethin she never had before, I'm that boy
Cause once they grin, I'm in, game begin!
Y'all dudes spit that same lame to them
Please~! You niggaz ain't nothin like Sig'
Man I run through these chickens like fresh white tees
Keep 'em in check like fresh Nikes
And once again, when they grin, I run 'em in

Once they grin, I'm in, game begin - uhh!
Once they grin, I'm in, game begin - uhh!
Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind
Once they grin, I'm in, game begin

(Beanie Sigel:)
I'm the master, I'm somethin like a pussy conniseur
Faggot! You somethin like a pussy kind of whore
Chit-chattin at bitches, yip-yappin with niggaz
About this and that, how your chips be stacked
I keep a bitch on her BACK! Put her face in the pillow
You give a bitch all your TRAP! Keep your face in the middle
Of her puss, while her mouth full of Cupids
You useless! I abuse 'em then I lose 'em
I'm +Ruthless+, but nothin like Eazy
I keep a pocket full of Magnums, believe me
I keep these whores chasin
Short money, long conversation, they gets nathan
You know the rules, a whore gets none
Hard dick and bubblegum
And I just chewed my last stick is where I'm comin from

Once they grin, I'm in, game begin - uhh!
Once they grin, I'm in, game begin - uhh!
Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind
Once they grin, I'm in, game begin

Ay Lo, run to the fridge and pop that other bottle of Cris' homey
I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga
Pour me up an ounce and a couple of th epurps

(Beanie Sigel:)
As I skate through the city in that black cuatro
You fake Willies frontin like you got dough until I prove 'em it's not so
I shine like a brand new penny from that Franklin Mint
That black Masi', it don't make no cents/sense
But to drive and make dollars, your pockets flat like tires
Your money still ALL SLOW like new drivers
I pop more than the collar
You niggaz poppin cheap-ass bottles of Moet
That bullshit Chandon, that little chick on your arm be long gone
When she recognize a real don
I'm in the club in the cut sippin on aged grapes
Laughin at them brolic car thieves, in their slim-ass jeans and Bath' Apes
Lookin half gay, halfway out of the closet
You don't believe me, nigga ask Sway
What the fuck is that? You niggaz need to be slapped
Whoever co-signed bein a sucker wasn't stacked

HHEH! (echoes)
HHEH! (echoes)

(Beanie Sigel:)
Uhh, sit back, relax, let's rap for taste
Track 10 from the fits, peep my old head face
You see if real niggaz respect it, the squares gon' rep it
I'm guessin, that's why this bullshit keep progressin
But I ain't stressin, nigga class in session
I'm here to teach you a lesson like KRS'n
"Criminal, Minded, you've been blinded"
Lookin for a nigga like Sig', you won't find it
I'm a dinosaur~! You niggaz more like
What I look for in a whore, heh, PUSSY!
Nuttin more, nuttin less, I'm nuttin to second guess
I'm him, point blank period, the end
When I'm long gone, they gon' dig up my bones
And study my poems and learn I was MORE than the gun in the song
Even though I spit a gat
Quicker than I spit a rap, now go 'head sonny, run along

HHEH! (echoes)
HHEH! (echoes)

(Beanie Sigel:)
Now when that sizzurp in my system, ain't no tellin
Will I bust that four-fifth and, catch another felon'
I'm a thug by blood, not just off drugs
Even though I love, that purple mug
UHH, drunk off syrup, perks and zanees
Spit a word make a bird lose her skirt and her panties (and them panties)
I know it's been a while, since I left a stain on your brain
Gave you some game that you can gain from
I'm here to end it now
Break the cycle of that bullshit same ol' same, that these lames run
It's a shame it's they names where they came from
These niggaz fly-by-nights, they couldn't fly my kite
Tie my shoes, lace my boots
They money run short, they couldn't chase my loot
Paper small like Coupes, I'm that Sport sittin butter soft
He nothin but a boss - who? Me - Sig', but of course

HHEH! (echoes)
HHEH! (echoes)

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(feat. Ozzy Osbourne)

(Verse 1:)
Hail Mary full of grace I got the devil in my head again, my eyes blood shot red again.I thought I
Escaped this trap, but I'm back smokin on a surface purple plat.Satan whispers, got me back on
My dark liquor, that fire water killin my liver, the snake hisses in my ear I'ts a natural born fear, kill
Em all full of tears? Is my mind playin tricks on me is that man in dat trench coat after me, I wake
Up with my sheet soaked half a sleep, hearin 2pac's voice screamin blasphemy sayin come with
Me c run quick c? Then I hear the voice of B.I.G., dyin ain't the shit but It's pleasent kinda quite
But I don't buy It.

(Chorus: Ozzy Osbourne)
Day of Judgement God Is calling
Underneath the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for the sins
Satan laughing spreads his wings...
Oh Lord Yeah

(Verse 2:)
Tarpped & ya done, ya? from the path of sooner? off the natural consumer, 5 prayers are
Declared but I barely get to It, fornicating with these? my life is a ruins, It's hard to fight back tears
When I'm in tune with my music banned from the? cause the occupation I'm choosin, I'm a
Muslim by nature gangster by circumstance some sayin the workin man don't stand a chance
And I'm a man & I ain't perfect but that's a pour excuse It ain't workin, a man once complained he
Ain't have no shoes so he once met a man who ain't have no feet.They say prayer better to
Sleep the earth shall belong to the meat? I try to be a mouth full a speech, knowing everythings
Written and the clock is still ticking therefore I just pray that I'm prepared for... the day

(Chorus)

(Verse 3:)
Our Father please show me the light my life ain't right, the devil got my head in a vice I can't
Escape em he keep chasin, in the name of the most patient I rebuke the satan, causin trials and
Revelations tryin to test my faith bringing? to my life with your whirling temptation let's say a payer
For the souls that lost in the matrix, who ever eat of the fruit should forever dwell in the?, As I
Walk through the valley I shall show no fear or forever dwell in the house as the hour torwards
Near & as you call a long song I shall shed no tear but rejoice in your words cause the truth is
Clear.They buildin up then they tearin down, revelations in effect here & now, I was terrified of
Death but I don't fear It now, I was blind, dumb, & deaf but I hear it now do you hear me now...
Good.

(Chorus)

(feat. Scarface & Raheem DeVaughn)

(Chorus:)
When the clouds turn gray behind sunstage, you got to experience the storms like me in the... Rain, bay don't worry if it... Rains, To experience joy you got to feel a bit of pain, holmes things goin get better tell me can you stand a little bit of... Rain, I be your bridge when it... Rains.
(Raheem:) I'll be your bridge.
(Beanie:) I'll be your bridge. (Repeated Several Times)
So you can... Take Cover.

(Beanie:)
They say lightning don't strike in the same place twice, well my man he doin life for the same case twice, chance for the pill thinner than a 10th speed wheel? What can I do but pray for em & keep things real, when the world start to neglect ya, & ya calls don't get accepted & the work you put in for years get disrespected, ya baby mama reckless out there fucking them niggas & ya brother comin short with them digits you can count on my visits, I take you round the world in my pictures, I seen you on tour with some bitches, you my nigga, if ever you need that shoulder soldier I understand cry your river I'll be your bridge to dry land my man.

(Chorus)

(Scarface:)
I been down some bad hands some niggas will probably fold, shits been cold another story left untold, from a kid to a nigga grown life goes on but I won't shed tears nigga life goes on, seen blood shed for nothing they came trough buzzin when it struck em we charged to the game like fuck it, now get back ya bitches? When we hit we relentless, with murderers intent I attack you defenseless It's senseless, I've been prayin for better days when in the cold dog, world like this you let it stray? By the money, the bitches the flushed out 6's the sickness that came from me killin my mamas son kept?, my mama, my brother he had a gun I got a witness & that's how I was taught to handle business, them burnin bridges in my path like the night while the rain drops fall from the sky like It's ice.

(Chorus)

(Raheem:)
I Got... ? My man he hold that, & that's the life of my blood you my homie from way back, from the age of yay high you was in grace to show? from the kitchen to the block we used to get that loot so if you need to call me you know what it is, I've always been a soldier so I'll be your bridge, If the drought should come well I'm goin front ya, any day of the winter any thirsty summer, I'll be your bridge.

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(feat. James Blunt (sample))

(Chorus x2: James Blunt)
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.

Dear self, can I talk to you,
I been trying to have this conversation for years but you won't listen,
Damn, are you that plain ignorant? your so indignant,
Please come off that high chair your sitting in,
Before you snatched from it, or strapped to it,
Ya body used as a conduit, a thousand volts flow through you,
Ya life gone over something foolish,
Talking to you is so useless,
Ya head harder than them walls you'll be housed in soon,
Before ya body's embalmed and you lie in tomb,
Open ya ears, eyes and heart, cause that hour's soon,
And the hour shall cometh, when Ish* Rahzel blows his trumpets,
The sky shall crack, the stars will plummet,
The sun will rise in the West you'll drown in your own sweat
And when that day shall be, I'll bet I'll see no bravery.

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Dear self can I talk to you?
Dear self can I talk to you?

Who are you to lecture me? You question me about my life and the choices I made?,
How dare you to place me in an early grave? (whoa)
Why you gotta talk to me in that fashion?,
You bury me face down with an open casket, this whole world can kiss mine,
Tell me what this life got to offer him...
A crooked preacher and a church alter**?,
A short speech and a long offering?,
A deep grave and a short coffin?
Oh I get it... you Righteous now (haha)... well let the truth be told,
You done smoke every blunt I rolled,
You done drove every car I stole,
Cooked up every crack I sold,
You done slept with every trick I laid,
Collected off every bet I made... (laughs)
But I guess you done found Christ... I ain't know he was missin (Whoa)
Watch your Blasphemy,
Man I ain't asked to be,
Just let me live my life,
Now hold on - No you listen,
You was there on every decision,
Whether it was right or wrong,
And now you trying to right my wrongs,
You got some nerve - you even give me the words I write in this song,
You see... my vision's much clearer,
It's not me but it's you that I see when I look in the mirror
And you call yourself saving me?,
But it's through your eyes that I see... No bravery.

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