Beanie Sigel - Mack and Brad lyrics

Beanie, what's up, baby? What's happening? (Face) Sigel, what ' bout to get off, baby? We fittin' to get off Aiyo, what we goin' to do on this sh** man? Let's wreck this motherf**er, baby', what's happenin'? What you want to do n***a? I, I wanna, I wanna smash it (Smash) Back and forth, back and forth Let's do it, what you wanna hear? I wanna hear some of that ol' that, ol' dear diary (Dear diary) Mr, Mr. Scarface, some of that old sh**, you ready? Yeah, I'm ready I locks and load, co*k and spray Hit you n***as from a block away SK to the Stock away 'Cause I know how to hold that sh** Empty the can with one hand and reload that sh** Give 'em the full clip, these n***as is bullsh** Been talkin' big six but scared as f** when I pulled it Now eat this motherf**in' bullet These n***as got some p**y in 'em See I got them pissin' in they denim Man you f**in' with a stash raper, duct taper f** you police and f** neighbors Move to smooth, don't duck or try to shake us 2 P 8 9 ruge, so don't tuck paper You heard what the man said? b**h now un ask it I got to have it When hitin' licks I'm a savage, you hoes is plastic I got a semi automatic pointed at your a** Slowin' me down gets you blasted For your chunk, I'll trunk your folks It ain't sh** for mac to grip the gat and put the pump to work Call your bluff run in your spot with a detective suit Got you cuffed bout to show you what this tech will do You must of thought that we was friendly When we told you we was rappers, we Jackers We want the money, that's what we after We want the package under the god damn mattress And if the brain splatters, don't matter, that's what we practice Blast the rocket, knock off your leg Tear through your forearm Sit you in a chair, make your n***as call you short arm Pelets in your hand, you'll never put shorts on Ain't sh** fair when you got to get your war on So why don't you come out and play? Make my mother f**in' day Y'all n***as cotton, potatoes like augrotten We n***as plottin' to hit your stash and leave you rotten I done bust slugs from all types of sh** I have your a** plugged up to all types of sh** And I show you, dog, how your life can get And every thing all real f** what you might can get 'Cause nothin' needs to be said something needs to be done B give me a cigarette, I think I need one 'Cause in 'bout 15 seconds I'm a set the motherf**in' alarm off And shoot this motherf**ers arm off You n***as better smartin' up Act like Mac won't come through and spark sh** up Where the f** you get heart from? Little b**h a** n***a started commin' out the f**in' dark from I done told you, I'm the only n***a pushin' weight And for another n***a to try to take my place is in the wake It's time I retaliate I'll make you mother f**ers pay Now point me to the motherf**in', yay You lookin' at a sick ba*tard This stick up sh**, I got it mastered Glove and ski mask it, any body move a lick gettin' blasted When I'm in the crib for your sh** and a thick plastic I got this duck tape stuck in my pocket for one reason You can stop screamin', stop squermin' or stop breathin' 'Cause I didn't come here to stay or play your babysitter I came here to split your mother f**in' wig, n***a If your block gettin' money n***a, I want in Run it in before I run in Your spot 200 Glocks and 100 men Droppin' More shells than run and 'em Actin' bad, smash a n***a stash and mash Snatch the bag, bust him in his a** and dash Un co*k the mag k** him I don't need no mask We Identify each other n***a Mac and Brad Who you know but Mac and Brad? Come through all black, no mask and crash your pad 8 clips, 4 hammers, desert eagle the place Nobody but Sigel and Face, you feel that? Yeah n***a that's what I'm talkin' about I know you not tired I'm through, I'm tired and I'm out this motherf**er Yo, I spit so real so my boys can eat You got the nerve to have a deal and just noise on beats Little suburb n***a never saw the streets Silver spoon a** n***a never drawed your heat I keep it the truth, what's all the fakin' for? God damn, every week I got to break a jaw And you wonder why I smack up n***as? sh**, it's either that or Mac's gonna clap up n***as What ya'll want me to do hun? Soften up? So my raps can start to soften up? sh** never that, dog, forever my baretta cat Hittin' n***as in they fitted cap where the letters at I told ya'll that the truth in here Recognize hottest thing in a booth in here The Gooch in here, aiyo, it's over in here God damn, somebody bring me some juice in here I used to be a drug dealer Hangin in the cut sellin' dime rocks Gettin' cash to eat with Punchin' a time clock In the ghetto makin' small change Slingin' till the sun up Got to pay my phone bill focusing on the come up Got 6 shots numbers strait Crank 'bout 38 Big boys trippin' on me tryin' to n***a hate This 17 year old Tony Montana type Ain't never did the k**in' but still I'm lovin' the drama right Under covers pa** by thinkin' I don't know the truth Makin' n***as these offers they know these n***as can't refuse