"Stop, Chill" lyrics
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W'SUP!
W'SUP!
W'SUP!
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
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
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
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
W'SUP!
W'SUP!
W'SUP!
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
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
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
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
Writer(s): Dwight Grant, Dana Stinson
