Lirik Lagu I Gotta Have It - Beanie Sigel
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[Intro - Peedi Crakk]P., P. Crakk CocaineB., B. Mack is backChad, Chad what's on track?
[Chorus 1 - Peedi Crakk]I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my b-boy BeansAnd my S.P. chain gang, doing the damn thingI Gotta Have It! Don't forget my boogie with beamThat keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
[Verse 1 - Peedi Crakk]Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle finger hangAin't nothing changed my name, P. Crakk Cocaine (P. Crakk Cocaine)Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine ain't cleanNo one to blame but Peedi and a nigga I mean (nigga I mean)Ten stacks, Crakk come to the club and do the thingYou ain't got that, I'm in the crib fixing my bricksStyle back, that's the method-zineAbout to get your four stressedSo I can whip back on the whole sixteenth
[Chorus 1]
[Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel]B. Mack, seat back, S.P. intactYou see me with Crakk, we strappedWhat's the reason for that? (What's the reason for that?) (I Gotta Have It!)I need that, that Philly boy clapHit you niggas in your back, send the rest in your hat (send the rest in your hat)Stay strapped with the Mack, with the 32 tall stackThe aim all that, when I flame you get all that (you get all that)B-Boy Mack fuck with cracks since tall catsIt’s the Chain Gang, Bang Bang I suggest ya’ll fall back
[Chorus 2 - Twista and Peedi Crakk]I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my boy B. SigeAnd the S.P. chain gang for doing the damn thingI Gotta Have It! Don't forget the rrring rrringThat keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
[Verse 3 - Peedi Crakk]Chain gang, lickey with the banQuickly spit it rrringSickey Rickey get his ziggy bangSnitching on the gang (gang)Don't forget you get that Uncle MidiGet him for his chainSimply give him a chitty bang, sit him in a cling (cling)No name, no blame, Mack 10 no aimHi-lo, rhino, put your body in painNo play no games, 'fore blow your brainBo range me after the show, you know of course I Gotta Have my...
[Chorus 1]
[Verse 4 - Beanie Sigel]State Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the glockCatch a nigga whipping in the kitchen cooking in the potPursue it then might crack you (smack you), hit him with the glock(When you hear that!) Then you know here come the copsHold up, wait, stop, fuck the cops!Got the baby Uzi whop, turn your cruiser to a drop (cruiser to a drop)Get off the block 'fore SWAT surround the spotWe be locked in a box, three hots and a cot (I can't have it!)
[Chorus 2]
[Verse 5 - Twista]The mayor of Shot, this ain't England ain't no kings and queensFeeling heard from us want to jerk and bust, we Merciless like MingTwista and Beanie greedy like Peedi make the gun go rrringWhen you look at the thing, give me the blingHand me the chain and the ringBalling in the bubble, blow a bubble, always acting upWhen trouble feel the double barrel of a double platinum thugClapping, ready for some action, and I'm going to empty the cribI rep for the Roc and the State Property cliqueHomey, you can't do shitThrow a finger up, give me love, Remi in the clubWhen they see these thug, in a circle, snip the 50s upRange Rove, 24 inch, blacked out bulbsBlows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul poleCreeping on niggas trying to test me in the black drop topPull up and let the bopper go bop, bop-bopTreat you, in the wind, to my borough, blowing on my backAnd do the same to any nigga that’s trying take what I gotI Can't Have It!
[Outro - Peedi Crakk]It's getting', it's getting', it's getting' kind of hecticIt's getting', it's getting', it's getting' kind of hecticIt's getting', it's getting', it's getting' kind of hecticIt's getting', it's getting', it's getting' kind of hectic
Se pone’, Se pone’, Se pone muy dificilSe pone’, Se pone’, Se pone muy dificilSe pone’, Se pone’, Se pone muy dificilSe pone’, Se pone’, Se pone muy dificil
Chain gang, gang bangP., P., P., P. Crakk CocaineB., B. Mack is backChad, Chad what's on track?Now let's go!
[Chorus 1 - Peedi Crakk]I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my b-boy BeansAnd my S.P. chain gang, doing the damn thingI Gotta Have It! Don't forget my boogie with beamThat keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
[Verse 1 - Peedi Crakk]Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle finger hangAin't nothing changed my name, P. Crakk Cocaine (P. Crakk Cocaine)Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine ain't cleanNo one to blame but Peedi and a nigga I mean (nigga I mean)Ten stacks, Crakk come to the club and do the thingYou ain't got that, I'm in the crib fixing my bricksStyle back, that's the method-zineAbout to get your four stressedSo I can whip back on the whole sixteenth
[Chorus 1]
[Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel]B. Mack, seat back, S.P. intactYou see me with Crakk, we strappedWhat's the reason for that? (What's the reason for that?) (I Gotta Have It!)I need that, that Philly boy clapHit you niggas in your back, send the rest in your hat (send the rest in your hat)Stay strapped with the Mack, with the 32 tall stackThe aim all that, when I flame you get all that (you get all that)B-Boy Mack fuck with cracks since tall catsIt’s the Chain Gang, Bang Bang I suggest ya’ll fall back
[Chorus 2 - Twista and Peedi Crakk]I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my boy B. SigeAnd the S.P. chain gang for doing the damn thingI Gotta Have It! Don't forget the rrring rrringThat keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
[Verse 3 - Peedi Crakk]Chain gang, lickey with the banQuickly spit it rrringSickey Rickey get his ziggy bangSnitching on the gang (gang)Don't forget you get that Uncle MidiGet him for his chainSimply give him a chitty bang, sit him in a cling (cling)No name, no blame, Mack 10 no aimHi-lo, rhino, put your body in painNo play no games, 'fore blow your brainBo range me after the show, you know of course I Gotta Have my...
[Chorus 1]
[Verse 4 - Beanie Sigel]State Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the glockCatch a nigga whipping in the kitchen cooking in the potPursue it then might crack you (smack you), hit him with the glock(When you hear that!) Then you know here come the copsHold up, wait, stop, fuck the cops!Got the baby Uzi whop, turn your cruiser to a drop (cruiser to a drop)Get off the block 'fore SWAT surround the spotWe be locked in a box, three hots and a cot (I can't have it!)
[Chorus 2]
[Verse 5 - Twista]The mayor of Shot, this ain't England ain't no kings and queensFeeling heard from us want to jerk and bust, we Merciless like MingTwista and Beanie greedy like Peedi make the gun go rrringWhen you look at the thing, give me the blingHand me the chain and the ringBalling in the bubble, blow a bubble, always acting upWhen trouble feel the double barrel of a double platinum thugClapping, ready for some action, and I'm going to empty the cribI rep for the Roc and the State Property cliqueHomey, you can't do shitThrow a finger up, give me love, Remi in the clubWhen they see these thug, in a circle, snip the 50s upRange Rove, 24 inch, blacked out bulbsBlows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul poleCreeping on niggas trying to test me in the black drop topPull up and let the bopper go bop, bop-bopTreat you, in the wind, to my borough, blowing on my backAnd do the same to any nigga that’s trying take what I gotI Can't Have It!
[Outro - Peedi Crakk]It's getting', it's getting', it's getting' kind of hecticIt's getting', it's getting', it's getting' kind of hecticIt's getting', it's getting', it's getting' kind of hecticIt's getting', it's getting', it's getting' kind of hectic
Se pone’, Se pone’, Se pone muy dificilSe pone’, Se pone’, Se pone muy dificilSe pone’, Se pone’, Se pone muy dificilSe pone’, Se pone’, Se pone muy dificil
Chain gang, gang bangP., P., P., P. Crakk CocaineB., B. Mack is backChad, Chad what's on track?Now let's go!
