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Stop, Chill
3,764
Hip-Hop/Rap
Stop, Chill was released on January 1, 1999 by Roc-A-Fella as a part of the album The Truth
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1999
LabelRoc-A-Fella
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beanie Sigel
Beanie Sigel
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rockwilder
Rockwilder
Composer
Dwight Grant
Dwight Grant
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rockwilder
Rockwilder
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
New shit
Wassup!
Wassup!
Wassup!
[Verse 2]
Stop, chill, relax, and let this **** Sigel flow
I know you can't believe the flow, you can't cope
I flow dope like a key ya blow
You like "Nah, Beans?", same **** from 21st and Sigel street
When it's beef people, let them desert eagle speak
So whoever, wherever I don't care where we meet
[Verse 3]
Stop, chill, don't talk shit sideways outta your mouth
I will slap spit sideways outta your mouth
Bitch **** talk indirect, it don't matter
When you got snitch **** right in your set
That's why I know where you **** sling coke and pump D at
Same spot that you liable to see me at
Gun and a mask, one in the stash where the seat at
[Verse 4]
Stop, all my young bucks huggin' the block
Stop puttin' drugs in your sock
You makin' it easy for the cops to catch you
They hooked to that stash and that trash and that bag of pretzels
You gotta hustle smarter than that
Cops coke harder than that, keep your dough apart from your crack
Keep a stash in the dark for the trap
Man, you never know when the narcs gon' launch an attack
[Verse 5]
Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie
You **** rats, you ain't willin' to die
Chill, I spit it for my **** keepin' it street
Keepin' they steel, all my **** keepin' it real
[Verse 6]
Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie
You **** rats, you ain't willin' to die
Chill, I spit it for my **** keepin' it street
Keepin' they steel, all my **** keepin' it real
[Verse 7]
It's still vets in the game tryna earn respect
I got the "Best Of" out and y'all ain't heard shit yet
You can shuffle up the cards, I'mma learn the deck
When I do the game is mine, man I'm aimin' high
[Verse 8]
**** talk about guns, don't be carryin' none
Every two hammers I cock, I'm buryin' one
I'ma dress in all stash this year, whenever I'm near
From the First Union to Madison Square
[Verse 9]
Stop, chill, 'cause I know y'all **** like Mac fuckin' that track (Pause)
Let me tell you somethin' dawg, it ain't nothin' for Mac (Cause)
It come all natural like I'm bustin' my gat
Or I'm stuck in a spot crushin' the crack
Got ice in a pot, fluffin' the crack
Takin' backs to the block, so don't stuff in them packs
Doin' life on the Roc ain't nothin' fuckin' with that
[Verse 10]
Me, jail, dawg, you can put me under the ground
Where I'm from, all my **** they from under the ground
You can hear us when we come, it's a thunderous sound
Trees, stompin, Roc jeans and a bunch of white tee troopers
They on post with they toast and they like to shoot you
Philly cats no rack, big guns and Sumas
[Verse 11]
Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie
You **** rats, you ain't willin' to die
Chill, I spit it for my **** keepin' it street
Keepin' they steel, all my **** keepin' it real
[Verse 12]
Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie
You **** rats, you ain't willin' to die
Chill, I spit it for my **** keepin' it street
Keepin' they steel, all my **** keepin' it real
Written by: Dana Stinson, Dwight Grant
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