Gotta Have It - Beanie Sigel, Peedi Peedi, Twista

P., P. Crakk Cocaine

B., B. Mack is back

Chad, Chad what’s on track?

I Gotta Have It!

Shot out to my b-boy Beans

And my S.P. chain gang, doin the damn thing

I Gotta Have It!

Don’t forget my boogie with beam

That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya’mean?

Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle finger hang

Ain’t nothin changed my name, P. Crakk Cocaine (P. Crakk Cocaine)

Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine ain’t clean

No one to blame but Peedi and a nigga I mean (nigga I mean)

Ten stacks, Crakk come to the club and do the thing

You ain’t got that, I’m in the crib fixin my bricks

Style back, that’s the method-zine

About to get your four stressed

So I can whip back on the whole sixteenth

B. Mack, seat back, S.P. intact

You see me with Crakk, we strapped

What’s the reason for that?

(What's the reason for that?) (I Gotta Have It!)

I need that, that Philly boy clap

Hit you niggas in your back, send the rest in your hat (send the rest in your

hat)

Stay strapped with the mack, with the hoodie too tall stack

The aim all that, when I flame you get all that (you get all that)

Me Boy Mack fuck with cracks since tall cats (?) (It's the same game!)

Gang bang!

I suggest ya’ll fall back

I Gotta Have It!

Shot out to my boy B. Sige

And the S.P. chain gang for doin the damn thing

I Gotta Have It!

Don’t forget the rrring rrring

That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya’mean?

Chain gang, lickey with the ban

Quickly spit it rrring

Sickey Rickey get his ziggy bang

Snitchin on the gang (gang)

Don’t forget you get that Uncle Midi

Get him for his chain

Simply give him a chitty bang, sit him in a cling (cling)

No name, no blame, Mack 10 no aim

Hi-lo, rhino, put your body in pain

No play no games, 'fore blow your brain

Bo range me after the show, you know of course I Gotta Have my…

State Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the glock

Catch a nigga whippin in the kitchen cookin in the pot

Pursue it then might crack you (smack you), hit him with the glock

(When you hear that!) Then you know here come the cops

What 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 spot

We be locked in a box, three hots and a cot (I can’t have it!)

The may-or of Chi, this ain’t even ain’t no kings and queens

Fixin to hurt from us when you jerk us, we Merciless like Ming

Twista and Beanie greedy like Peedi make the gun go rrring

When you look at the thing, give me the bling

Hand me the chain and the ring

Baller in the bubble, blowin bubble, always actin up When trouble feel the double barrell of a double platnium thug

Clappin, ready for some action, and I’m going to empty the crib

I rep for the Roc and the State Property clique

Homey, you can’t do shit

Throw a finger up, give me love, Remi in the club

When they see these thug, in a circle, snip (?) the 50s up Range Rov, 24 inch, blacked out bulbs

Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul pole

Creeping on niggas trying to test me in the black drop top

Pull up and let the booper go bop, bop-bop

Treat you, in the wind, to my borough, blowin on my back

And do the same to any nigga tryna take what I got

I Can’t Have It!

It’s gettin', it’s gettin', it’s gettin’kind of hectic

It’s gettin', it’s gettin', it’s gettin’kind of hectic

It’s gettin', it’s gettin', it’s gettin’kind of hectic

It’s gettin', it’s gettin', it’s gettin’kind of hectic

(?) Se buone, se buone, se buone mordevisi (?)

(?) Se buone, se buone, se buone mordevisi (?)

(?) Se buone, se buone, se buone mordevisi (?)

(?) Se buone, se buone, se buone mordevisi (?)

Chain gang, gang bang

P., P., P., P. Crakk Cocaine

B., B. Mack is back

Chad, Chad what’s on track?

Now let’s go!