Who Want What lyrics

[Intro: Memphis Bleek & Beanie Sigel]
What up, Sigel? Huh! Yeah...
Smash... scrape... scrape!
You know the game, baby!

[Chorus: Beanie Sigel and Memphis Bleek]
Who the f*ck want what?!
Me and Bleek charmed up, with your town under siege
Dillinger in the sleeve
Who the f*ck want what?!
Me and Beans charmed up (Yeah), got you n*ggas' arms up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My squad be armed up
Who the f*ck want what?!
Me and Bleek charmed up, with your town under siege
Dillinger in the sleeve
Who the f*ck want what?! (Not a game, n*gga)
Me and Beans charmed up (Aiyyo!), got you n*ggas (Yo...) arms up (Yo...)
My squad be armed up

[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek and Beanie Sigel]
Check it – this one's for the dogs with the fo'-fo' long
You n*ggas bust (Yeah) shots, but you throw yours wrong (Yeah)
Peep game , n*ggas leave stained when it rain
Damped and won't dry (Yo)
We thugs (Yo), we won't cry
Aiyyo you know how we play, dawg – smash and scrape
Pull them real tools out, they won't blast them eights
Trust me, they start tellin' (Yeah) who blast the weight
Bleek (Don't f*ckin' understand, check it)
A three time felon, I'm a basket (Yo) case
You 'bout to witness ,a Dynasty like no other
Who flow like Bleek? Think – no other
Who rhyme like Sigel? Dawg – no other
It's Roc-A-Fella, twin Desert (Yeah) Eagle – no other
Aiyyo, we outshinin' n*ggas, two of the finest n*ggasGot n*ggas like, "Damn, where'd Jay find them n*ggas?!"
Rock blocked diamonds n*ggas, then blind you n*ggas
Know it's crew love, just thought we'd remind you n*ggas
[Refrain: Beanie Sigel & Memphis Bleek]
Who the f*ck want what?! (Yeah) (Uh huh)
Who the f*ck want what?! ([?] [?] [?])
Who the f*ck want what?! (None of them n*ggas)
Who the f*ck want what?! (Ha ha, [?] [?])
Who the f*ck want what?! (Huh!) (Yeah)
Who want what?! (Which one of y'all?) (Huh!)
Who the f*ck want what?! (That's for everybody)
Beans and Bleek, Roc, baby (Jay, yo) – don't stop

[Verse 2: Memphis Bleek and Beanie Sigel]
Aiyyo, I ride with the top down, high with the Glock now
War, it don't stop now, Memph Man hot now
n*ggas didn't want that, I'm still where you pump at
B. Sigel (Gyeah), M. Bleek (Yeah), n*ggas (Yeah) can't front that
Aiyyo, n*gga, who want that? Not a soul
First week, no video, went Gold
Bases loaded, line 'em up to bat
Witness (Yeah) the truth (Uh huh), n*ggas (Yeah) can't f*ck (Yeah) with that
f*ck those who disagree, like these streets ain't mine
Like the Roc don't mean somethin' (Yeah), Glock won't lean somethin'
Aiyyo, like I won't pop up and fifty-shot machine somethin'
Hit you from a half a block, infrared beam somethin'
n*ggas don't want it with Mack, trust me
n*ggas wanna chill, roll up, and get blunted with Mack
And then we swerve out, blowin' herb out, you heard 'bout
My 'bout (Geah) it squad n*ggas (Gyeah, gyeah, gyeah, gyeah, gueah)
Get rowdy and rob
Who the f*ck want what?!
[Chorus: Beanie Sigel and Memphis Bleek]
Who the f*ck want what?!
Me and Bleek charmed up, with your town under siege
Dillingers in the sleeve
Who the f*ck want what?!
Me and Beans charmed up, got you n*ggas' arms up
My squad be armed up
Who the f*ck want what?!
Me and Bleek charmed up, with your town under siege
Dillingers in the sleeve
Who the f*ck want what?! (Yeah)
Me and Beans charmed up (Aityo), got you n*ggas' (Check it) arms up (Yo)
My squad (Yo) be armed up

[Verse 3: Memphis Bleek and Beanie Sigel]
Aiyyo, you heard the title, n*gga – who the f*ck want what? (Gyeah)
My bullets, you get 'em free – who the f*ck want one?
Aiyyo, I still throw 4, 5, 6, upset rookies
Set up shop on Flushin' (Yeah, yo) – you can't touch him
I'm still on two birds (Yeah), two blunts, too hurt
Two of the biggest guns, put two in your shirt
You can still get two to your chest
I show you 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 (Yo) in my palm
Yo, I still spit a thousand bars, still roam the reservoir with dogs, I'll still wire your jaw
And yeah, I smoke weed, I don't give a you-know (Yeah)
Pop up on your block, and hit it up in the Hugo
To the streets all over, we spot you, n*ggasPut your feet up, Hova – we got you, n*gga
[Chorus: Beanie Sigel and Memphis Bleek]
Who the f*ck want what?!
Me and Bleek charmed up, with your town under siege
Dillingers in the sleeve
Who the f*ck want what?! (Yeah)
Me and Beans charmed up, got you n*ggas' (Yeah) arms up
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My squad be armed up
Who the f*ck want what?!
Me and Bleek charmed up, with your town under siege
Dillingers in the sleeve
Who the f*ck want what?!
Me and Beans charmed up, got you n*ggas' arms up
My squad be armed up