Lyrics

[Intro: Shall] Yeah, uh huh Yeah Uh, that's right Allow me to retort (yeah) I don't think Slim Shady got the memo about the Bean boys (Uh), it's Shall man [Bridge: Truth Hurts] I know You (yeah) got your eyes on me (uh huh, undertaker) I feel you watchin' me (let's go, yeah it's like that, look) But it ain't (look) hard to see that you (yo) can't see me (yo) [Verse: Shall] I'm from the b.e.a.n. the home of da Made Men, a mobster's haven (that's right) And gangsters don't par wit fake men in blonde wigs, we stay far away from them (homo) What you know about time in the state pen Don't ever mention Ray's name еver ever again (nеver again, it's Shall, man) Wanna make friends You don't wanna make enemies, really I show you shady, I bring it to Hailie (Daddy) Posin' like Britney, then except to be respected in the streets so what you signed 50 (yeah) This the Bean, we pull nines swiftly Out come them slugs, end up like Bugz (Slim Anus) Man this shit can get heinous In Hip Hop suggest that I suggest you give it a rest Your not gangsta,(not gangsta) your weenie at best You wanna conversate, man get ridda that dress (ridda that dress) Get ridda ya cape, get ridda ya hair Take off the mascara, my niece said you scared her, man Hippy do dop skibbedy-be-bobby I'm white and I hate my mommy and my girl cheats on me The same ol sorry ish to anybody, somebody get this man some tissue (uh huh) (please) I can't even bring myself to diss you it's like your a non issue and we won't miss you, NEXT D12 they're not worth it NEXT, Obie Trice yeah that's right (uh huh) Obie Trice real name, no gimmicks Obie Trice dumb name, no lyrics (ah ha ha ha) I don't think you analyze the physics of the situation, man Listening to critics (uh huh) Vison gotta be hazy You wanna diss the Bean? **I think my dad's gone crazy** S.h.a. double L, from Bean time to Brooklyn Home of a da pimps (that's right) and crooks they Welcome to [?] [?] man See why we did in '96, man ('96, nigga) What chu know about hustlin' hammers (blat) and [?] from Alabama wit them blammers (uh huh) And yo whole block flooded wit cameras and the feds got wet dreams of you in the slammer Marshall you don't really wanna fight, I know deep down inside you wanna make things right Your probably havin' cold sweats at night The great white hope, nah it was only hype