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'The Reunion' Lyrics - Beanie Sigel (Ft. State Property)
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Let’s get me this platform
And watch her do it like me prosper
No … I’m talking, remi Oscars
Bear witness of your black raps…
Sucker, can’t beat us, join us
Hear me access, and I produce my assets
Point blank period
Oh it ain’t over, just had to clear my throat
Ah, and here I go

But they sent me back, mr Johnson was left there
Sitting on my step with a napoleon syndrome now
Roll the stones, …and your main sex symbol
Here comes the state … here I go, hit them mac
Yes, I got you zoo,
Just let me find my bounce on this joint
Let me find my bounce

Ah, y’all begins is …
They ain’t throwing it on chris jeans and butt nuts
I get the chocolate tape or I touch it up
Carnation on my lapelle
Pocket square, botower, …
That’s it in the court room…
And he got angel, whacked in the shower
Pour 2 ounces, I’m back with the sour
Money and respect, then comes the power
I still listen to the lots
The rest of y’all could eat
…face a few other I fuck with
The rest of y’all whack, rats and …

You can make it if you try
You can make it if you try
Yeah, yeah, that’s how we do it
Start tap dancing on these…

Asp click, white t chris
Spike lee kick with a nice sweet, sweet
Drop miles and Philippines to the whip
Lv’s and double g’s on my fit
Plenty y’all, you fuck with us
We mash out like mop…
And he up, kidnap that fool
And he up, chris shot that fool
Simple Sigel, philly freezer, warrup

Spilling pink drink on me make my mic stink
Pull that thing, thing, sipping down my jean scene
Chain gang in your system like …spitting on these lame brings
…get out the lane lil main before this thing bang
I grew up small time, dope game, cocaine
Pop a mac on the block I make it go ring
Drop it back and then get rid of the whole thing
… chain game, …wasn’t do it a thing
We be bubbig out Dublin, Englad,
Kingdom of Saudi Arabia to Greenland
Talk about the …just a freezer, get your cheese up

You can make it if you try
You can make it if you try
You can make it if you try
You can make it if you try.

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Listen!
Before you bring the bullshit over here
Let it just roll up… real quick
Clear my senses
you know I’ve made the best out of any situation
Please don’t come here blowing my high off

Between the weed and the liquor
and the cars, and the ice and the women
And ‘em flights to ‘em long Vegas nights.
Nigger, stay dripping with them Gucci on
Bitches in Louis Vuitton when your money… the groupies on.
Move along, I don’t need ‘em
I ain’t even bragging nigger
I didn’t…. more hoes, than you could imagine, nigger
A pull up to the traffic light to see the… money’s on my appetite
I’m in the streets chasing in
You niggers faking it, I’m trying to get…
I’ve been chasing money, homie, I’m don’t chase a bitch
But they chase…
…twenty four seven, always on my grind
So that mean that moonlight is always on my mind
Spend a pretty a penny on the shine, got a quarter mil
… I need a little time, baby girl, go!

Chorus:
Please girl, don’t blow my high
Let me count this paper!
All my life I knew that I’ll be major!

Yeah, you see I came from the ghetto, then I rose from the basement
To the top floor condo, a lot of champagne wasted.
Follow women, embrace them with the …
If they’re fucking good enough, if they got a chance to stay alive replace them like…
…is a distant memory
I have them crying like…
I blow plenty tree
Fifty women in my condo, a hundred pretty legs like a…
All I do is talk people… and call it Dark Vader
These niggers guessed up like a…
All my niggers in the streets doing…
At these rappers I just laugh, talking about a slap,
they ain’t never had a tap,
Lil momma, please chill!
Gotta count a hundred thousand in this all small bills, so

Chorus:
Please girl, don’t blow my high
Let me count this paper!
All my life I knew that I’ll be major!

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[meek mill- verse 1]
i’ma chase my dream
coming to america like prince akeem
i aint never give a f-ck then i seen
high definition to get whats forever given
but nothin was never given
i build it from ground up
i started out form my basement and builded my house up
i’m rich off opportunity, money gon’ pile up
my swag on a hundred mill, how the stylist gon style us
caught up in the light, caught up in the life
i see young’in on the corner with a quarter of that white
he just tryna chase his dream plus his daughter needs some wipes
and some pampers so he don’t give a f-ck about the slammer
he just tryna stay alive, clutching on his hammer
world full of problems, aint nobody gotta answer
mommy in the grave, daddy gettin’ high
bills steady rollin’ in, he barely gttin’ by
same clothes everyday, he barely gettin’ fly
erryday he wake, he just swear to do his job
what that is? chasin’ dreams, time is tickin’ so it seems
on his downtime he’s spittin’and he’s sick, his flow is mean
he just want his real chance, no reality show
but the graveyard the jail cell, reality though
crack house was his crib, the streets fathered him tho
and he aint got no twitter page but you can follow him tho
woah

[hook]
dream chaser, keep chasin’
grind will turn into your shine, be patient
yeh, a hundred miles and runnin’
tryna catch up to my dreams so you know i’m forrest gumpin’
i’ma dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
dream chaser, dream chaser

[beanie sigel]
i was raised by my momma
pop used to beat her
got a sister my age, my pop was a cheater
gram’s kept something in the pot for us to eat up
had to open up the oven for the house to heat up
christmas missed us, no birthday’s or easter’s
used to snatch bags from halloween trick or treaters
hot dogs and beans, fish sticks on the weekend
shared the same bed that my cousin used to pee in
dreamed to be the huxtable’s, settled for the brady’s
black and white on top of floor model wit’ no cable
my sister used to punch me, beat me, slap me
caught my first case stealin’ cookies outta ackney?
raised in south phil, 2-4 where you can find me at
used to kick the machines for quarters out the laundromat
dirty little teen, giong to school embarrassin’
gas cut off, my clothes smelling like kerosene

[chrous]
dream chaser, keep chasin’
grind will turn into your shine, be patient
yeh, a hundred miles and runnin’
tryna catch up to my dreams so you know i’m forrest gumpin’
i’ma dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
dream chaser, dream chaser

[meek mill- verse 3]
it all started in the basement, me, my pen and my pad
started thinkin’ bout things i never had
was broke as a joke, aint never laugh
i woke up and went and got it, now they forever mad
how can you hate me where i came from
when just a year ago i was the same one
them dudes you call your homies be the main one
you’d be surprised what niggas do as soon as the fame come
but i aint worried, discouraged, i just observe it
when my dreams started to crumble, niggas deserted
empty courtroom when my judge read my verdict
but now i’m gettin’ to it, niggas act like they deserve it
sittin’ in my cell, watching my dream
fade like mike, fourth quarter, tie game
shackles on my ankles and wrist my first chains
and now it’s hard work on the menu, i thirst cream

[chorus]
dream chaser, keep chasin’
grind will turn into your shine, be patient
yeh, a hundred miles and runnin’
tryna catch up to my dreams so you know i’m forrest gumpin’
i’ma dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
dream chaser, dream chaser

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pull up at the light time… you come
nigger i shot alives, my music camouflage
my court killers at the center on my center …
torsion and extortion till we … a hundred
from the porches to the porsches with the y’s on it
for you snitchers bitches better put your lives on it
get your twisted body fouls with them y’s on it
i get my money smoking … like it’s friday
i’m sitting sideways like i’m in my driveway.
my shit paying cakes, my shit 3.


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