Can’t Stop the Reign

Lyrics

[Intro: Beanie Sigel] Uhh.. yeah Uhh, what, what, uhh B.I.G. rest in peace, baby bay be Uhh, uh huh, what Uh huh, uhh, uhh, uh (REST IN PEACE, B.I.G.) [Verse 1: Beanie Sigel] I said a lime to a lemon, my Philly women Living large off credit cards, charging and checking Tapping niggas debits, you gotta respect it Bitches true to the game, now be more careful, check it What you expecting? Time is money and I'm counting every second You get mines or get naked Check my track record, it be stretching Longer than Jackie-Joyner going for the gold necklace I'm dog nice, and I ball right Push the Hummer for the summer, chrome kit with the fog lights You talk shit, grip the four long tight And quick to give you twenty like Kobe on a off night (what) I can get you soft or that hard white Get yours delivered on bikes My niggas answer doors all night, go to war on sight Hustle in velours and Air Force Nikes Hoodies, fatigues, tan trees on tight Pounds of that green, niggas breathe all night Gallons of Promethazine be on lean all night Niggas be calling lean all nights How can niggas stand up on what I dump just to get mellow? A dozen of Xannies, Percs (?) and yellow Took niggas chains gassed up on Carmello Rookie of the year, king James, nigga HELLO B. Sig the veteran, now I'm 20 steps ahead of 'em Still play the Late Night like Letterman Still Con you like Edison, yes It's the Mac with the craft that'll bring the cheddar in, uhh [Chorus: Nicole Wray] You can't stop the reign, you can't stop the reign, no When it starts to pour (when it starts to pour) No one else to blame (no one else to blame) You can't lock the door (you can't lock the door) [Verse 2: Beanie Sigel] Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh... B. Sige'll kill ya for 'bout million dollar figures Silencers and beams on the triggers Young niggas is shooting, but I do my duty Strictly on the dolo, shells on the scene is a no no Forensic team taking photos IRS tryin to take my show dough, can't tax me, uhh Adamant efforts to attach me To the hustle, Feds in the mix of the scuffle (what) Before I plead out, I white knuckle Witnesses take the stand and buckle, shake like Polaroid pictures with my soldiers come and get ya Kick in the door, waving the chrome four Bitches wanna screw me, niggas wanna shoot me D.A. try and prosecute me Lose me in the system, stuck in prison with male groupies Visits, commissary slips, cartons of loosies, uhh [Chorus: Nicole Wray] You can't stop the reign, you can't stop the reign, no When it starts to pour (when it starts to pour) No one else to blame (no one else to blame) You can't lock the door (you can't lock the door)