Представляем точный текст композиции "Stop, Chill" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Beanie Sigel . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Stop, Chill» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Beanie Sigel передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Beanie Sigel - "Stop, Chill"
Lyrics to Stop, Chill : New shit WSUP! WSUP! WSUP! [Beanie Mac] Stop, chill, relax, and let this nigga Sigel flow I know you cant believe the flow, you cant cope I flow dope Like a key ya blow You like naw, Beans, same nigga from 21st and Sigel street When its beef people let them desert eagle speak So whoever, wherever I dont care where we meet Stop, chill, dont talk shit sideways outta your mouth I will slap spit sideways outta your mouth Bitch niggas talk indirect it dont matter When you got snitch niggas right in your set Thats 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 seed 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 narks gon launch an attack HOOK: repeat 2X Stop, I know you cats livin a lie You niggas rats you aint willin to die Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin it street Keepin they steel, all my niggas keepin it real Its still vex in the game tryin na earn respect I got the best of out and yall aint heard shit yet You can shuffle up the cards Ima learn the deck When I do the game is mine, man Im aimin high Niggas talk about guns dont be carryin none Every two hammers I cock Im buryin one Ima dress in all stash this year, whenever Im near From the First Union, to Madison Square Stop, chill, cuz I know yall niggas like Mac fuckin that track Let me show you somethin dog it aint nothin for Mac It come all natural like Im bustin my gat Or Im stuck in a spot crushin the crack Got ice in a pot, fluffin the crack Takin backs to the block so dont stuff in them packs Doin life on the Roc aint nothin fuckin with that Me, jail, dog, you can put me under the ground Where Im from all my niggas they from under the ground You can hear us when we come its 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 HOOK 2X [ Stop, Chill Lyrics ]
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