![]() Artists from Philadelphia – the home of rap legend Schoolly D, who many credit with helping pioneer and popularize the sub-genre – were often an afterthought in these conversations, particularly during the ’90s, when the city’s dearth of rap talent on the national stage paled in comparison to that of other major markets across the country. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).When listing the most pivotal and popular artists in the history of gangsta rap, many of the names mentioned will have ties to New York or California: N.W.A., The Notorious B.I.G., 2Pac, Kool G Rap, Ice-T, and others. Get the embed code BEANIE SIGEL - Truth Album Lyrics1."Stop, Chill"2.Anything - Featuring Wanna Be a Star5.Mac And Brad6.Raw And Uncut7.Ride 4 My8.The Truth9.What a Thug About10.What Your Life LikeBEANIE SIGEL Lyrics provided by Your seed, your girl, mom and my word is my bond Trust me with your life, trust me where you live You can trust me with your wife, trust me with your kids Gimme that 5 by 8 where it's dark and grim I get shot a million times, lay in chalk for them ![]() Know if I got the six, you can touch the fiveįor my true block niggas, I'ma spark for them We knew we'd ride till the day we die, till the day I fry I shook feds with my niggas, knew where to duck and runĪin't care where and when and who the fuck would come Took lead with my niggas and we bust our guns I took bread with my niggas, spot rushed for funds ![]() Take on the world, playboy, whatever it's on It's me and you ride or die, let's weather the storm Till I'm gray at the roots and my beard grow long I speak the truth, don't take this here as no song Gimme just a second, my flow ain't yet perfectedīut damn when it is, shit then when it is Move us out the hoods, put us in the woods I'ma get us out these streets, help our family eat My niggas, y'all don't owe me shit, just show me love I know my niggas thugs, for my niggas, I shed blood Niggas over drugs, for my niggas I get slugs Put our niggas over bitches, niggas over riches We gon ride 95 till it ain't no gas, flip and divide ties till it ain't no cashĪnd till the computers crash and the dough all plasticĮverything in our path go through and smash it Till my number get called and God shut my eyes Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas It ain't a question on what I would do for my squadĪsk yourself if you really true to your squad Know what I want for my wife, I want for my mother Know what I want in my life, I want for my brother Tombstone ready die for the love of his block Six foot, ditch pam box covered with rocks Gimme three hots and a cot before I snitch to the cops I get it through to your wiz that it's due to the kidsįor my dog, I swear to God, I'll sit in a box Run a spot for my nigga while you doin' your bidįuck a step, pop these c's gonna know who you is I take a shot for my nigga, gimme two to the ribs He shot you, he shot me, how we supposed to roll You got me, I got you till our souls grow old ![]() Yo, we boys to the end never been in the cold Gimme a second, dogs, I got us, I swear to GodĪyyo, from Boyz II Men to the End of the Road ![]()
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