Released on June 26, 2001

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[Chorus: Beanie Sigel samples & Memphis Bleek samples]

Scratching: Get down

Scratching: Get down

Scratching: Get down

Scratching: Get down

This Philly cat back

With them black 'matics

Pop up with the gun in ya crib

For the fun of it

Scratching: Get down

Two guns, you know

Desert eagle, streetsweepers

It, it's in the blood!

Mac

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[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]

I'll smack you in the grill all you'll feel is the 45 hard

45 yards of football stitches, look ya'll bitches...(Black)

Bullets in and out the same spot

Turn you so skinny you, get in and out a raindrop

Skinny like a smoker in and out of cain spots

Hook, drop, dry coke in and out the same pot

Mac with the block could hustle at any cause

Ran through bricks like Nipsey Russel and Lady Ross

Tricky hustle, quick to bust you 380 toss

You can't escape hell, 357 with 8 shells

38 long six shots

Get ya shit stopped, get ya clique got

Get ya strip hot, you could get SWAT

You could get cops, they can get ya shit mopped

Hit ya block with two semis and say gimme

Lay everybody down on the ground and take plenty

This four pound make you lose pounds and get skinny

[Chorus: Beanie Sigel samples & Memphis Bleek samples]

Scratching: Get down

This Philly cat back

With them black 'matics

Pop up with the gun in ya crib

For the fun of it

Scratching: Get down

Two guns, you know

Desert eagle, streetsweepers

It, it's in the blood!

Mac

Aim


[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]

This Philly cat back on a mission, out the kitchen

Back at it, playing with black 'matics

One Mac eleven, one seven

A line up, four tuck tears with one reverend

Leave three vests and tears from one widow

50 cars back to back with stickered windows

Hollow points clap from Mac sittin' em in you

Nurses gotta cut ya back getting em out you

Disable niggas get staples and shit pouch you

Shift over ya liver enable to reroute you

Give you niggas tubes and cables to spit out through

You know the rules of engagement I gotta out you

(shit)...how you want it dog? We can gun it out

Spit it out, have ya fucking stomach sitting out

Dig this when the shits on, get gone

I'm rated PG, pro-gun, leave your kids home

[Chorus: Beanie Sigel samples & Memphis Bleek samples]

Scratching: Get down

This Philly cat back

With them black 'matics

Pop up with the gun in ya crib

For the fun of it

Scratching: Get down

Two guns, you know

Desert eagle, streetsweepers

It, it's in the blood!

Mac

Aim


[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]

You know Sigel play with them Eagles, niggas don't get tagged

Throw bullets out them dirty birds like McNabb

Bunch of niggas where ya corners at

Get a rock, take a quarter back, bring a half back you do the math black

Ain't no warnin' black, when Im wearin' black...mask

Over the braids two nines like Warren Sapp

Bring prosperity back to the hood like Bump J

Turn ya block to slump day, who want gunplay?

All you niggas pennies add up to one thing....my dollars

Hollows holla, first class trip to satan with flyer mileage

Guess who the pilot?..DOA Airlines, dead on arrival

Flatline you, no survivors they can't find you

Like Kennedy Jr. you kidding me Jr

You way out ya league

Slow up pump ya brakes shorty, I'm ya way out ya speed


[Chorus: Beanie Sigel samples]

Scratching: Get down

You niggas know me

B, B Mack

Sig, Sig, Sigel was the name that they gave me

I'm a beast

Motherfuckers

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