"Court Casin'" lyrics
(This is it)
Bang-bang, Sigel Street Gang (Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh)—
(B Sigel)
Bang-bang, Sigel Street Gang (Yeah, uh-huh)—
(Who shot ya?)
Bang-bang, Sigel Street Gang (Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Holla at ya boy, B Sigel, fresh out the federal building
(Let's get right into it, motherfuckas)
(What y'all thought I was gonna stop, man?)
Y'all niggas got this album coming out when [?]
(Yo, Disco, what up? I ain't gon' stop, man)
I'm back on the road, nigga
(Yeah, I'm back, it's ya boy)
[?] actin' like y'all hard, y'all ain't hard, man
(Green Lantern)
Holla at ya boy, man
(Come on, come on)
Uh, yeah
Court casin', third felony, facin' no probation
My heart racin' like a blunt lacin'
Hennessy and malt liquor chasin'—
(Green Lantern)
Let's go
Court casin', third felony, facin' no probation
My heart racin' like a blunt lacin'
Hennessy or malt liquor chasin'
(Mack Mittens)
My gemstar scar niggas faces
Four pound or trey eightin'
I throw bullets like Dallas, Troy Aikman (Uh)
The callous on my index stay achin'
Niggas stay hatin', they got me late night pacin' (Uh)
(Come on)
Tight boot lacin', mask on like I'm Jason (Chh-chh-chh)
Shoot up shit like Larry Davis, you play the pulpit like Pastor Mason
Turn cheek like Martin Luther (Pchh)
I'm like Oswald, sharp shootin' (Pww)
Got my eyes on my mark in the dark shootin' (Pww)
Beam [?] if the target movin', get your organs ruined
Move out like SWAT move in
Got them niggas on the back block rootin'
For the bad guy, playground legend like [?]
Or P Kirkland, my MP stay workin'
Shootin' arm stay jerkin' (Uh)
My Nextel stay chirpin', I can't answer 'cause the Feds lurkin' (Uh-huh)
It's like I'm catching cancer on purpose
Back to back chain smokin' (Come on)
Nicotine fiendin', conversatin' with demons when I'm dreamin'
Manic depressive, like the man upstairs tryna pass me a lesson
But I can't catch it, the game under great depression
(You know)
You'll miss my presence
(Beanie Mac)
Public Enemy number fuckin' one
Bang-bang, Sigel Street Gang (Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh)—
(B Sigel)
Bang-bang, Sigel Street Gang (Yeah, uh-huh)—
(Who shot ya?)
Bang-bang, Sigel Street Gang (Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Holla at ya boy, B Sigel, fresh out the federal building
(Let's get right into it, motherfuckas)
(What y'all thought I was gonna stop, man?)
Y'all niggas got this album coming out when [?]
(Yo, Disco, what up? I ain't gon' stop, man)
I'm back on the road, nigga
(Yeah, I'm back, it's ya boy)
[?] actin' like y'all hard, y'all ain't hard, man
(Green Lantern)
Holla at ya boy, man
(Come on, come on)
Uh, yeah
Court casin', third felony, facin' no probation
My heart racin' like a blunt lacin'
Hennessy and malt liquor chasin'—
(Green Lantern)
Let's go
Court casin', third felony, facin' no probation
My heart racin' like a blunt lacin'
Hennessy or malt liquor chasin'
(Mack Mittens)
My gemstar scar niggas faces
Four pound or trey eightin'
I throw bullets like Dallas, Troy Aikman (Uh)
The callous on my index stay achin'
Niggas stay hatin', they got me late night pacin' (Uh)
(Come on)
Tight boot lacin', mask on like I'm Jason (Chh-chh-chh)
Shoot up shit like Larry Davis, you play the pulpit like Pastor Mason
Turn cheek like Martin Luther (Pchh)
I'm like Oswald, sharp shootin' (Pww)
Got my eyes on my mark in the dark shootin' (Pww)
Beam [?] if the target movin', get your organs ruined
Move out like SWAT move in
Got them niggas on the back block rootin'
For the bad guy, playground legend like [?]
Or P Kirkland, my MP stay workin'
Shootin' arm stay jerkin' (Uh)
My Nextel stay chirpin', I can't answer 'cause the Feds lurkin' (Uh-huh)
It's like I'm catching cancer on purpose
Back to back chain smokin' (Come on)
Nicotine fiendin', conversatin' with demons when I'm dreamin'
Manic depressive, like the man upstairs tryna pass me a lesson
But I can't catch it, the game under great depression
(You know)
You'll miss my presence
(Beanie Mac)
Public Enemy number fuckin' one
