Beanie Sigel – Good Night Lyrics

Forgive them for they know not what they’ve done
Forgive me for what I will do

Let me see, besides my life, ni**a I got my wife
Shakur, I’m there, my
My moves on
I gotta Sina, Gina, Jaylyn
And I got Wyleak, I got my mother
My sisters, my brother
I got my nephews and all my nieces
Think I’m gonna let that just fall to pieces?
Gotta keep that crew together
I got no room for error
Absent Five gave me my survival skills
So if I gotta rob and steal to provide the meals so be it
Ni**a this only a stick up
Don’t turn it into an ambulance pick up
Get that s**t up
Or feel around for all the nights I suffered
With no supper, just Wonderbread and butter
One bed four deep
No heat, my little covers
Shivering, laying in the piss of my little brother
Motherf**ker you got me twisted
Think your little bi**h ass gonna stop my mission
Leave me with no pot to piss in?
Blocks of cheese, powder milk is how we stocked the kitchen
My mouth, but they smoke no crack or addiction
With….talking and black jack
My pop up stake kept steaks and jack mack
Too young to understand that daddy ain’t coming back
Being the oldest boy I had to step in his shoes
I skipped class, in the Hard Knox is where I was schooled
I’ve been shot by the police, harassed by the police
Feel in a state of depression, damn hear O.D.’d
Feeling guilty, if only I could foresee
That I’d be the reason you ni**as is drinking codeine
Before Future started sipping on that yellow tuss
I clip your life shorter than that yellow bus
You target, put that beam on your back
Me! The reason beaver leaned on the ack
Me! The reason Philly even on the map
Me! The reason your silly ass rap
I’ve grip for motherf**kers
And I tried to give you some game that Jay gave me
To make the transition from the streets to the fame
You got a little fame and tried add street to your name
It ain’t the same
I’m battlefield tested, wounds all over my body
Where your scars at?
Ride for my ni**as, willing to die
What’s your life like
Feel it in the air
Where them bars at?
You ain’t been through s**t! you can’t record that
The respect I get you can’t afford that
You ain’t been through wars, holding your boys crying
Might not make it back, but you ride? You lying
And that s**t you write, it don’t excite me
I push your s**t to the white me
Don’t you ever think you’re like me
I’m the dad you never had
What’s your problem ni**a? I’m not your father figure
And with that being said, daddy’s here to put the kids to bed
Now get your ass upstairs
And I better not hear that TV on
S.P. chasing ni**as with that D.C. on
And whoever siding with him, dying with him
Look him in his eyes right now, try with him
When you come to the city you’re like cancer
You were damn hear in Pamper’s, it was me and the answer
Your own ni**as can’t stand you
Cause when you aren’t around they look like hunger
Ask Young Gunner, forgot he got the Bentley, damn near summer
Had copies of keys to where I got my slumber
You should’ve left me asleep
You done woke up a sleeping giant with your arrogant defiance
Young and respect more vital than the money
And I’m well connected across the country
F**k you think that Jet gonna land at
When the whole city strapped up where you stand at
No need to make music ever in my life
I’m Muslim, I just beat you twice

The sad thing is I really f**k with ya
I just feel sorry for whoever stuck with ya
Good luck to ya
Ni**a please, younging I’m out your league
I’m out your field, let’s be for real
I could keep going, but that’s overkill
I guess I’ll see you when I see you
And when I see you I wouldn’t want to be you