Rockwilder - Stop, Chill lyrics

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Rockwilder - Stop, Chill lyrics

New sh** WSUP! WSUP! WSUP! [Beanie Mac] Stop, chill, relax, and let this n***a Sigel flow I know you can't believe the flow, you can't cope I flow dope Like a key ya blow You like "Nah, Beans?", same n***a 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 sh** sideways outta your mouth I will slap spit sideways outta your mouth b**h n***as talk indirect it don't matter When you got snitch n***as right in your set That's why I know where you n***as sling coke and pump D at Same spot that you liable to see me at Gun and a mask, one in the stash where the seat at Stop, all my young bucks huggin the block Stop puttin d** 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 HOOK: repeat 2X Stop, I know you cats livin a lie You n***as rats you ain't willin to die Chill, I spit it for my n***as keepin it street Keepin they steel, all my n***as keepin it real It's still vets in the game tryin na earn respect I got the best thug album and y'all ain't heard sh** yet You can shuffle up the cards I'mma learn the deck When I do the game is mine, man I'm aimin high n***as talk about guns don't be carryin none Every two hammers I co*k I'm buryin one I'mma dress in all stash this year, whenever I'm near From the First Union, to Madison Square Stop, chill, cuz I know y'all n***as like Mac f**in that track Let me show you somethin dog it ain't nothin for Mac It 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 f**in with that Me, jail, dog, you can put me under the ground Where I'm from all my n***as 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 HOOK 2X

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