Who Do You Love lyrics

by

Beanie Sigel


[Intro][x3]
Stand in the ghetto, hand on my metal
Pedal to the floor, tell them whores get on my level

I ain't with the fake sh*t, young n*gga bout a dollar
Gotta run the shop, switching shifts every hour
Carter like Nino, talk like Sarpino
Filipinos, VVS cuffs, I'm that clean though
Barcaleni, new gazzelis, this sh*t they tell me
No dilemma, Cali Nelly new pelly pelly
Keep your sh*t Kelly, I want my spot take two
They don't want gutter to break through
Right after the hit, right back to the strip, flipping sour
No newborn, we giving showers
Heavy chance of death, sad song from the choir
We right back to the ghetto, my dezi under the tire
I grew a passion for rapping, go get it if I desire
My legacy more important than money when I retire
You know them n*ggas admire, bunch of snakes in the grass
Stick a prod up they ass, give em trash
You know them n*ggas are fire, competition is none
Pause, they ain't talking slick as my tongue, I kill em all
Damn right, I'm a f*cking champ, from a different cloth
Lock, load, aimed up, I get them looking off
Scream war, we get to bodying you n*ggas, n*gga
Snap shots until you get the picture
Hanging n*ggas liquor, before a n*gga hit her
She suck a n*gga good, pus*y wet as a [?]
She'll grab your pole, go up and down just like a stripper
You'd rather trick her, pull down my zipper that's how I tip her
That's how I does it, gunna balling, We out your budget
C created it player, haters they got to love it
Clip extendo, big choppers we recommendo
Climb the ladder with Big Ladders and crack the window
Take the safe out, stay home, it ain't safe out
Box em in puffy, no way out, they took the gay route
f*ck boys, f*ck boys I get em layed out
Young n*gga starving I'm ready to take out
Click clack bow!
Young n*ggas is just that wild
Without a gun you was just that child
Now he a hitter, he run around, couple shooters, now he your n*gga
n*gga you's a di*k eater, he ain't doing sh*t either
What's the motherf*cking business?
n*gga you's a witness
Put em in the test and f*cking leave them for forensics
Hit them n*ggas where it hurt though, kill em all, murked up
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