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Toney Sigel a.k.a. The Barrel Brothers Lyrics

feat. Beanie Sigel

from The Big Doe Rehab

"Toney Sigel a.k.a. The Barrel Brothers" is track #2 on the album The Big Doe Rehab. It was written by Levar Coppin, Ugene Dozier, Dwight Grant, Delano Matthews, Phil Hurtt, Dennis Coles.
"Toney Sigel a.k.a. The Barrel Brothers" is track #2 on the album The Big Doe Rehab. It was written by Levar Coppin, Ugene Dozier, Dwight Grant, Delano Matthews, Phil Hurtt, Dennis Coles.

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Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood
I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods
Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots
Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch

The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August
My shit is fresh 'cuz I catch the hottest
My little cousin Bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce, deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'

You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard shift
Big Bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff
My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th
And we ball from plentys of parties 'cuz we start shit

Parole holes, six months in the box
My little sister got her head shaved off
She made it home for shop
We sellin' Carters, Pampers, Similac formula

Anything ya take because the paper keep callin' ya
Gangsters keep ballin' fosho, we want more
We make it rain from the tech and the wop
The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us

To slow us up, they hit us with dusk
Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the cuffs
Three hundred pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects should undergo therapy
We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B

Guns imported from Dubra
Wheel jazz and shit bags
Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels

I'll stick a pick in yo gut at the chapel
I'll blow a nigga for a box of Huggies
Cop killers with a box of dummies
Dummies stuck to the project floors
Niggas is suited up and be ready for war

It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face
My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase
My knife work like the guillotine sword
Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm, somethin'

Empty out the whole clip and reload
Shot gun barrel leave you smokin' like a broke stove
Yeah, and I'm all about that bullshit
The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit

I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime
Just imagine what I do for a quarter
Ain't no tellin' what I do for a dollar

Pop a nigga right in front of his mama
Son a nigga right in front of his daughter
And I'm nothin' like a father
Couldn't come from these nuts I got

To see Baltimore suck this cock
I know most of y'all wouldn't understand
Get it, understand
Yeah, some niggas will and some niggas won't
Like some niggas kill and some niggas don't

You's a fake it 'til you make it type a nigga
I'm a straight up take it type a nigga
Pistol whip a nigga 'til I break it type a nigga
I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is fags
Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they ass

Or the knife like American me, American Sig' is Muslim
So I ain't feelin' Bush overseas
I think with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther
So by any means is the anthem

You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer
I can't stop won't stop
This how we do it from Philly to Shaolin


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