Tekster:
Beanie Sigel The B Coming

wit you if you smoke on green or sip on lean Yea whatever, click or teen, strip for a scene Nigga burn a spliff one time Say bean and swing ya big body

Wanted, 100 miles and runnin' Through the rain and the sunnin', when them feed folks comin' Keep your head up youngin', gotta keep ya heads up youngin

t have to watch Cribs to see how I was livin' Me, so blinded ain't see the Robin' Givens in you Huh, shoulda seen the Ginger in you Tried to off Beans

you shots from the baby zoo Old game like Grady fool, propane flow flame you dudes No names don't claim ya shoes Once again it's on nigga Sigel hard

I can feel it in the air My spider senses is tinglin' Feel somethin', got my radars up Somethin' goin' on, I feel funny Can't tell me nuttin' different

I'm a king My hair was knotty then Nose, snotty then Sweats, no pockets then Sweatin', no problems then Facts? Off the potty then News? Watchin' karate

Mavericks Short to the point like Nash is fucking wit a savage Niggaz press they luck, get bucked like ashes Three piece suits, linen fabrics Three quarter croc, sharper than a pastor B

have to watch Cribs to see how I was livin Me, so blinded ain't see the Robin Givens in you Huh, shoulda seen the Ginger in you Tried to off Beans like

Hook Beanie Sigel & Peedi Crack) Load it up roll up BLAT boy flat boy (flatline) Slow up all that rap 'ill get that boy clapped boy (flatline) Oh no here we go another (flatline) P crack B