Lyrics

[Hook: Beanie Sigel] 'til Jigga return, it's all eyes on Sig' To shut it down, when I die, strictly rely on State P Until my nigga Jigga return, it's all eyes on Sig' To shut it down, when I die, strictly rely on State P [Verse 1: Beanie Sigel] Why would you pull it if you ain't gonna ride? Motherfucker eat a bullet and die, the Mack spoke The last man standin' when that black smoke Clear up, ready to tear it up, State Prop, get up Nigga all out war, automatic .44, dead nigga to draw So I can show you what this MAC can do Motherfucker let's clash the cruise, you know me nigga Keep my gats and tools, you wouldn't talk if I was after you Your heart'll drop when I pass through My clip shake, like my trigger, nigga, half moon Tear you up, like a Columbine class room You're full of shit like a bathroom I know a nigga fully focused, I ain't had it since this last June 5-0 tryna slander my name Tryin' to charge me for attempt, disrespectin' my aim Like my 5th don't blaze right Motherfucker get my name right (MACK!) It send shots when in plain sight I heard a nigga up in county said he took something from me If it wasn't a bullet, nigga it's bullshit But I'ma tell you what you can get from me When I run up, on you motherfucker, give you the full clip Picture a nigga lift his hand on my neck Bet six bullets lift you 'fore they jam in the TEC C'mon Scrap, I ain't new to this fam Real niggas do what they want, and motherfuckers do what you can, uh I got gats, hold houses by the hundred Nigga I pack heat like a California summer You niggas easy to spot like a high yellow hummer You get to duckin' get to hidin' when I'm coming I smoke a nigga like it's nicotine Ready to ride on my enemies, c'mon nigga please [Intro: Beanie Sigel, Mook Jones] 'til Jigga return, it's all eyes on Sig' (Prince) To shut it down, when I die, strictly rely on State P (Prince! State P! Prince!) Until my nigga Jigga return, it's all eyes on Sig' (State P! Prince! State P! First in line!) To shut it down, when I die, strictly rely on State P (Yeah, yo, ayyo!) [Verse 2: Mook Jones] I told my daddy I cannot fail, my money not like a oxtail Shoulda signed an MSN, I'm a hot nail I can give two fucks if he can box well Hot shells make sure he fit inside a box well Got a full clip for all of you niggas Guns like a hot water, I'll boil you niggas It's nothing to go to wars with you niggas And plant your face on the wall like memorial pictures, nigga Don Corleone, sick like polio When I come to Houston they know, I'm the rodeo Your man ain't real boy, he Pinocchio Keep snoopin' around, give him a broken nose Give him a floatin' soul, treat him like sandals Give him some air holes, turn him to a open toe I'm supposed to blow, if not I get on some dirty shit Throw bullets at your dome like a Super Bowl .36 [Hook: Mook Jones, Beanie Sigel] Now that Beans put me on, it's all eyes on me Since I'ma ride 'til I die for my side, and I throw the State P (Yeah yeah) Now that Beans put me on, it's all eyes on me Since I'ma ride 'til I die for my side, and I throw the State P (Yeah) 'til Jigga return, it's all eyes on Sig' To shut it down, when I die, strictly rely on State P Until my nigga Jigga return, nigga it's all eyes on Sig' To shut it down, when I die, strictly rely on State P