JAY-Z
Who Want What
What up Sigel?
Huh? Yeah
Smash , scrape, scrape.... you know the game baby

[Chorus: Beanie and Mac]
Who the fuck want what
Me and Bleek charmed up , with your town under siege
Dillinger in the sleeve
Who the fuck want what
Me and Beans charmed up , got you n***as arms up
My squad be armed up

Who the fuck want what
Me and Bleek charmed up , with your town under siege
Dillinger in the sleeve
Who the fuck want what
Me and Beans charmed up , got you n***as arms up
My squad be armed up

[Verse 1: Beanie and Memphis]
This one's for the dogs with the 4-4 long
You n***as bust shots but you throw yours wrong (yeah)
Peep game , n***as leaves stain when it rain
Dipped and won't dry we thugs we won't cry
Ayo you know how we play dog , smash and scrape
Pull them real tools out they won't blast them eights
Trust me they start tellin who blast the weight
Bleek a three time felon I'mma basket case
You bout ta witness a dynasty like no other
Who flow like Bleek , think , no other
Who rhyme like Sigel , dog , no other
It's Roc-a-Fella twins desert eagle no other
Ayo we outshinin n***as , two of the finest n***as
Got n***as like damn where'd Jay find them n***as
Rock blocked diamonds n***as , then blind you n***as
You know it's Cru Love , just thought we'd remind you n***as
Who the fuck want what
Who the fuck want what
Who the fuck want what
Who the fuck want what
Who the fuck want what
Who want what
Who the fuck want what
Beans and Bleek , Roc baby , don't stop

[Verse 2: Beanie and Memphis]
Ayo I ride with the top down , high with the Glock now
War it don't stop now , Memph man hot now
N***as didn't want that I'm still where you pump at
B. Sigel , M. Bleek , n***as can't front that
Ayo n***a who want that , not a soul
First week, no video , went gold
Bases loaded , now I'm up to bat
Witness the truth , n***as can't fuck with that
Fuck those who disagree like these streets ain't mine
Like the Roc don't mean somethin , Glock won't lean somethin
Ayo like I won't pop up in fifty shot machine somethin
Hit you from a half a block , infrared beam somethin
N***as don't want it with Mac , trust me
N***as wanna chill , roll up , and get blunted with Mac
Ayo we swerve out , blowin herb out , you heard bout
My bout it squad , n***as get rowdy and rob
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[Verse 3: Beanie and Memphis]
Ayo you heard the title n***a , who the fuck want what
My bullets you get em free who the fuck want one
Ayo I still throw 4, 5, 6 , upset rookies
Set up shop and flushin , who you can't touch him
I'm still on two birds , two blunts , too hurt
Two of the biggets guns put two in your shirt
You can still get two to your chest
I'll show what a thug about and let them slugs spit out
I'm that same cat all black crack in my palm
Hop off the B. Franklin with gats in my palm
Yo I still spit a thousand bars , still roam the resevoir with dogs
I still wire your jaw
And yeah I smoke weed , I don't give a you know
Pop up on your block and hit it up in the Hugo
To the streets all over , we spot you n***as
Put your feet up Hova , we got you n***a

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