Lyrics

[Intro: Beanie Sigel] Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah [Verse 1: Beanie Sigel] I'm built for the truck, but I look good in a coupe In a fresh fitted white tee an' some boots My Army fatigues, still I rock ****, not a suit Blowin' my trees, but you know my twist is the juice I stay on my lean, ridin' shotgun in the hoop Number thirteen, an' bangin' number nine on the truth Man I do it for my n***a's locked, caught in a loop Survivin' off tuna and soup If I ain't talkin' to Dame about millions I'm schoolin' the youth Thinkin' ****a's sports is all they can do I got a nice little ****, but I'm good with the hoops Block gettin' plenty, but I make more in the booth To tell you the truth? ***ga I'm a stone cold hypocrite 'Cause if I ain't havin' it? Somebody gettin' it Mask on, 44 stickin', cock back, then gimme thе loot [Hook: Mook Jones] I know it ain't goin' make the pain go away I just hope it makе the rain go 'way I got some stuff up on my chest, man it ain't fair (Nah) 'Cause Uncle Sam lookin' at me like he can't care, I mean, I mean I mean, it's like I'm in Hell for real Only thing that I'm gettin' in my mail is bills I know it ain't goin' make the pain go away I just hope it make the rain go 'way (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Mook Jones] Life is kinda hard for a ****a like me Yet and still, I just do it like Nike Flashy I might be Chain gotta have more colors than Iced Tea (Colors) What runs through my veins is ice cold 'Cause when I flow, I control the music sorta like a maestro My freestyle is ridiculous, I'm nice as Saint Nicholas on Christmas (What up?) What I spit is sick, youngin' rip **** Y'all acrobatic movie directors flip the scripts My style is wild, foul and all that plus Laced with great, baked in hard **** Trace your boy back, what I do in the trench Long as the money stands still, I ain't movin' a inch My whole crew is convinced, move as the Prince My pops was an a**hole I knew I'm the **** (Yet still) [Hook: Mook Jones] I know it ain't goin' make the pain go away I just hope it make the rain go 'way I got some stuff up on my chest, man it ain't fair (Nah) 'Cause Uncle Sam lookin' at me like he can't care, I mean, I mean I mean, it's like I'm in Hell for real Only thing that I'm gettin' in my mail is bills I know it ain't goin' make the pain go away I just hope it make the rain go 'way (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] I'm like Bishop in Juice before he went to the roof Quite ill with the 'matic, no chip on my tooth Slangin' **** without the bow tie and the suit N***a's wanna know the reason that Sig' is the truth I'm the n***a like three wings Salt pepper and hot sauce, a loosie and a bag of chips N***a's never satisfied 'til the casket hit Preacher get grazed, the Pallbearer fall in the grave [Verse 4: Mook Jones] Kill 'em all, nah I'm going too far All I need is a call, some **** Live my life with my enemies so far that They sorta like the tree that I didn't see fall (It don't exist) Instead, I'm watchin' these kids doin' these foolish things Like y'all fightin' over who the king? It's all about the cars, clothes (Clothes!), and the newest bling (Damn!) My streets lights was lit up by computer screens (And that's real) [Hook: Mook Jones] I know it ain't goin' make the pain go away I just hope it make the rain go 'way I got some stuff up on my chest, man it ain't fair (Nah) 'Cause Uncle Sam lookin' at me like he can't care, I mean, I mean I mean, it's like I'm in Hell for real Only thing that I'm gettin' in my mail is bills I know it ain't goin' make the pain go away I just hope it make the rain go 'way (Yeah, yeah)