[Beanie Sigel]
Get, that, dough
Still huggin the strip
Get, that, dough
Get the dough nigga (that dough)
Uhh uhh, Sig` get, that, dough
Uhh.. yo, uhh.. yo (get, that, dough)
I`m sick of niggaz talkin bout they whips - when they bustin `em out
Summertime come around, don`t nuttin come out
Snappin on they bitch, cussin her out
Mad cause they crack, ain`t no crack, they sufferin a drought
Man you know how Mac play when I sling my butter
Take my show state to state like the Ringling Brothers
Keep clowns high-wired off the shit I juggle
F.B.I. eyes spyin from the shit I smuggle
Keep the trunk of the car lined with coffee grounds
The cops pull us over it throw off the hounds
Got a bitch that let me stash shit in the crib
Break her off, every week, to fix up her wig
Man I stay on a mission with whores (shit)
Cause I get down, and Get Around, like the late Mr. Shakur
Stay in the kitchen with raw
I`m the shit when I whip, I always turn two into four
[Chorus]
Yo, get your mind right, get your grind right
til you get the shine right and get, that, dough
Stay on the low-low, duckin the po`-po`
Tuck in the fo`-fo` and get, that, dough
You get your team right, and that`s the green light
to cut your cream right and get, that, dough
It won`t stop y`all, until I drop y`all
I`ma hug the block y`all and get, that, dough
[Beanie]
Yo, aiyyo I got plenty dough, but there`s more to make
And I`m the chef, I bake, I don`t order cakes
If I`m short, shit you caught a break
I can make twenty look like twenty-eight off of water weight
I`m the shit when I`m twistin my wrist
In the kitchen with that thang that got fiends skitzin to hit
From the drugs that I drug in, the NARCs be buggin
I keep my eye on the block and a pie in the oven
Smokers come straight, I ain`t breakin off nuttin
Got two thirty-eights, I can break off a dozen
You know how Mac play, when it come to that yea
I got `em locked up on the block like it`s crack day
I fucks with the pipers, ducks from the bikers
Punks on the righteous, bust at the sheisters
Stay in the kitchen with a block of raw
Razor blade play partner straw, yo
[Chorus]
[Beanie]
Yo, yo, aiyyo I cops that coke, cooks that coke
Chops that coke and give out perks work
Makes that dough, gets them ends
How you want it dog, pipe or syringe?
Aiyyo I hit the block quickly, and lick up a fifty
Tear the highway like Freeway Ricky
Spit it my way and pop shit sickly
til the Feds come and get me or the lead bullet hit me
[Chorus 2X]
