Stop, Chill

Lyrics

[Intro] New shit W'SUP! W'SUP! W'SUP! [Verse 1] Stop, chill, relax, and let this nigga 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 nigga 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 shit sideways outta your mouth I will slap spit sideways outta your mouth Bitch niggas talk indirect, it don't matter When you got snitch niggas right in your set That's why I know where you niggas 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' drugs 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 narcs gon' launch an attack [Hook] Stop – I know you cats livin' a lie You niggas' rats, you ain't willin' to die Chill – I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real Stop – I know you cats livin' a lie You niggas' rats, you ain't willin' to die Chill – I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real [Verse 2] It's still vets in the game, try'na earn respect I got the best thug album, and y'all ain't heard shit yet You can shuffle up the cards, I'ma learn the deck When I do–the game is mine; man, I'm aimin' high Niggas talk about guns, don't be carryin' none Every two hammers I cock, I'm buryin' one I'ma dress in all stash this year, whenever I'm near From the First Union, to Madison Square Stop, chill, 'cause I know y'all niggas like "Mac fuckin' that track" Let me show you somethin', dawg – 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' fuckin' with that Me – jail? Dawg, you can put me under the ground Where I'm from, all my niggas, 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] Stop – I know you cats livin' a lie You niggas' rats, you ain't willin' to die Chill – I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real Stop – I know you cats livin' a lie You niggas' rats, you ain't willin' to die Chill – I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real