Stop Chill Lyrics by Beanie Sigel

Stop Chill Lyrics

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    [beanie mac]
    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 naw , 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 seed 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 narks gon launch an attack

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    Stop , i know you cats livin a lie
    You niggas rats you aint willin to die
    Chill , i spit it for my niggas keepin it street
    Keepin they steel , all my niggas keepin it real

    It's still vex in the game tryin na earn respect
    I got the best of out and y'all aint 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 junior , to madison square
    Stop , chill , cuz i know y'all niggas like mac fuckin that track
    Let me show you somethin dog it aint 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 aint nothin fuckin with that
    Me , jail , dog , 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

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