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Got me smiling, laughin', clutchin' My toast and confrontin' mother fuckers Cockaroaches will not catch me laughin' Skinny and slim fram y'all get it the sameĬool niggaz that'll spin out they waves Grimey niggaz that'll spin to they graves Justifyin' my foul ways, I got kids to raise Beanie Sigel - Tales Of A Hustler - But motherfuckers rather see me sprayed, than to see me pair fucker I'm feelin' like deaths in the air Got me back to back buckin' my squares But I ain't bitchin', I ain't scared I ain't budgin', in fact the thrill alone turns me on We still not promised tomorrow, takin' the bitter with the sweet Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through our scars We ride hard til our numbers get called, the lifestyle of a hustler Its like we catchin' cancer on purpose Back to back chain smoking, nicotine feinin' Conversation with demons when I'm dreamin', manic depressive Like the man upstairs tryin' to pass me a lesson, but I can't catch it The game under break the pressure, they miss my presence Kirkland, my MP state workin', shootin' arm stay jerkin' My Nextel stay chripin', can't answer 'cause the feds lurkin'

: Beanie Sigel - The Reason 2001, : Watch Your B, : 03:46, : mp3. Got them niggaz on the back-block rootin' For the bad guy, playground legend like Sadait P. Beanie Sigel - The Reason 2001 Watch Your B. I'm like Oswald sharp-shootin' Got my eyes on my mark in the dark shootin' Beam illuminate the target movin' Get your organs ruined, move out like SWAT move in I'm tight boot lacin', mask on like I'm Jason Shoot up shit like Larry Davis You play the pulpit like Pastor Mason Turn cheek like Martin Luther Like Memphis Bleek before him, Beanie Sigel redeems the investment Jay-Z made in him by returning with a stronger second album than his first. Court casin', third felony facin' No probation, my heart racin' like a blunt lacin' Hennessey and malt liquor chasin' My gem star scarrin' niggaz facesįor a pound of trey eight and I throw bullets like Dallas Troy Aikman The callous on my index stay achin' Niggaz stay hatin', got me late night pacin' By the end of the album when you're hit with the haunting melody of 'What Your Life Like 2', you'll realize that a lot of things have gone up a notch in Roc-A-Fella's camp.