Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go Low, artist - Beanie Sigel.
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Go Low |
Right about now… |
Anthalon time |
Now dun Tell em Rude bwoy |
East coast, west coast all the way to da down south |
Everybody this kicking em out |
Let da man know we large |
It’s the Broad Street Bully Back, ready to lock in |
My hand on my twins, underneath where my cock ends, (No no no, no no no) |
Niggas got cute once they heard I was locked in |
But here’s where all the bull shit 'bout the Roc ends, (Ay) |
Fresh over the barbed wire it’s the live wire |
Disrespectful, ignorant nigga, You suck my dick |
Drink my piss, can eat my shit |
Strictly raw-dog when I enter you niggas, (No no no, no no.) |
No pause, no homo, no vaseline |
When I end a nigga slowmo with that broomstick nigga, (Yeah) |
The boss’ll dash when that glick start chopping |
All y’all fags is drag bitch you’ll lip off poppin' |
Whatchu know about the S.P. hardheads |
Ruthless then them niggas that ran in Jabar crib, Flood that strip |
With 50 shakes, big beards and bald heads |
Scared couldn’t rent no space where law fear, (No no, no no) |
You Niggas don’t want it with fat boy |
You’d rather get your hair permed & pulled, Hit with a strap on |
I’m a grown ass man, I don’t play no games |
Death could be your destiny child if you say my name |
We fire gun shots to the ceiling |
Yo disrespected us you’re bleeding now |
No witness na leavin' |
We puttin' everybody down on the floor, (Hey) |
So go low, (Low) |
Everybody go low |
So go low |
Everybody go low |
I’m what the game' missin' (Yes) |
Young nigga old soul still kickin' |
New game old rules no snitchin'(Yes) |
New connect fewer digits, Old money new bitches, (HEY) |
Paper ain’t shit, I pistol whip |
A hundred thou' on the swiss movement |
About a dolla imma get to it |
And I’m a monster on that thick fluid |
I run through problems like Tony but I don’t sniff through it |
I just rock it and spin it the water stick to it |
Every Day I’m Hustlin', Push It harder than Rick do it, (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) |
I keep it Cannon like Nick do |
See me in the streets U Don’t Know Me like Flip do ya? |
(Whoa!) |
Disturb the Peace like Cris do it, (Hey!) |
I bring the Rucker like Skip to ya, (Hey!) |
Hey young worl' |
Do you like it when I talk slick to ya |
Broad Street Bully Back bitch! |
I’m what the game lackin' |
Like Joe no Jackson’s |
Like Kobe' no Shaqin' |
Like James no Magic |
You niggas got the game bass akcwards, Same by rights |
Nobody sufferin' the repercussions for they actions |
I’m 'bout to get back on my geographic |
You know South Philly muhfuckas kill at will |
On site, broad daylight, (We killin' it, We killin' it) |
Peel that steel |
30 shots in the extended, Don’t tempt me |
Short fuse no wick on it |
Broad shoulder with a chip on it |
Get off my dick put yo' bitch on it |
Man I’m the shit with no stink on it, You smell me? |
(No no no no no) |
Fuck you gon' tell me nigga |
See it’s the real dookie |
You just a new jacked pookie |
I ain’t one o' yo' boys in da hood |
I’m a menace in dis |
Waste deep repin' State P biotch! |
No no no, no no no |
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah |
Beanie Sigel |
And Rock City you know see you in trouble now |
Konvict Music & State Property a run dem down (dem down) |
Stop it! |
Hey! |