I Gotta Have It - Beanie Sigel

[Intro - Peedi Crakk]
P., P. Crakk Cocaine
B., B. Mack is back
Chad, Chad what's on track?

[Chorus 1 - Peedi Crakk]
I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my b-boy Beans
And my S.P. chain gang, doing the damn thing
I Gotta Have It! Don't forget my boogie with beam
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

[Verse 1 - Peedi Crakk]
Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle finger hang
Ain't nothing changed my name, P. Crakk Cocaine (P. Crakk Cocaine)
Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine ain't clean
No one to blame but Peedi and a nigga I mean (nigga I mean)
Ten stacks, Crakk come to the club and do the thing
You ain't got that, I'm in the crib fixing my bricks
Style back, that's the method-zine
About to get your four stressed 
So I can whip back on the whole sixteenth

[Chorus 1]

[Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel] 
B. Mack, seat back, S.P. intact
You see me with Crakk, we strapped 
What's the reason for that? (What's the reason for that?) (I Gotta Have It!)
I need that, that Philly boy clap
Hit you niggas in your back, send the rest in your hat (send the rest in your hat)
Stay strapped with the Mack, with the 32 tall stack
The aim all that, when I flame you get all that (you get all that)
B-Boy Mack fuck with cracks since tall cats 
It’s the Chain Gang, Bang Bang I suggest ya’ll fall back

[Chorus 2 - Twista and Peedi Crakk]
I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my boy B. Sige
And the S.P. chain gang for doing the damn thing
I Gotta Have It! Don't forget the rrring rrring
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

[Verse 3 - Peedi Crakk]
Chain gang, lickey with the ban 
Quickly spit it rrring 
Sickey Rickey get his ziggy bang
Snitching on the gang (gang)
Don't forget you get that Uncle Midi 
Get him for his chain
Simply give him a chitty bang, sit him in a cling (cling)
No name, no blame, Mack 10 no aim
Hi-lo, rhino, put your body in pain
No play no games, 'fore blow your brain
Bo range me after the show, you know of course I Gotta Have my...

[Chorus 1]

[Verse 4 - Beanie Sigel]
State Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the glock
Catch a nigga whipping in the kitchen cooking in the pot
Pursue it then might crack you (smack you), hit him with the glock
(When you hear that!) Then you know here come the cops
Hold up, wait, stop, fuck the cops!
Got the baby Uzi whop, turn your cruiser to a drop (cruiser to a drop)
Get off the block 'fore SWAT surround the spot
We be locked in a box, three hots and a cot (I can't have it!)

[Chorus 2]

[Verse 5 - Twista]
The mayor of Shot, this ain't England ain't no kings and queens
Feeling heard from us want to jerk and bust, we Merciless like Ming
Twista and Beanie greedy like Peedi make the gun go rrring
When you look at the thing, give me the bling
Hand me the chain and the ring
Balling in the bubble, blow a bubble, always acting up
When trouble feel the double barrel of a double platinum thug
Clapping, ready for some action, and I'm going to empty the crib
I rep for the Roc and the State Property clique
Homey, you can't do shit
Throw a finger up, give me love, Remi in the club
When they see these thug, in a circle, snip the 50s up
Range Rove, 24 inch, blacked out bulbs
Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul pole
Creeping on niggas trying to test me in the black drop top
Pull up and let the bopper go bop, bop-bop
Treat you, in the wind, to my borough, blowing on my back
And do the same to any nigga that’s trying take what I got
I Can't Have It!

[Outro - Peedi Crakk]
It's getting', it's getting', it's getting' kind of hectic
It's getting', it's getting', it's getting' kind of hectic
It's getting', it's getting', it's getting' kind of hectic
It's getting', it's getting', it's getting' kind of hectic

Se pone’, Se pone’, Se pone muy dificil 
Se pone’, Se pone’, Se pone muy dificil 
Se pone’, Se pone’, Se pone muy dificil 
Se pone’, Se pone’, Se pone muy dificil 

Chain gang, gang bang
P., P., P., P. Crakk Cocaine
B., B. Mack is back
Chad, Chad what's on track?
Now let's go!