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Dillinger (Dillinger) · Dillinger & Young Gotti (Tha Dogg Pound) · Under Heavy Manners: The Best of Dillinger (Dillinger) · Gangster Prankster & Rasta: The Prime of Dillinger (Dillinger) · The Dillinger Escape Plan (The Dillinger Escape Plan) · Nora/Dillinger Escape Plan (Nora) · Dillinger (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Best of Dillinger (Dillinger) · No Beef (Steve Aoki) · Beef [Bonus DVD] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 81 other albums »


Ballz part two huh?
Peep game broadcasting
Provided by mother fucking emina huh?

[Daz Dillinger] (in background)
Enema!!!

[W Ballz D.J.]
It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin spot, and heard the intricate plot
Of niggaz wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor
It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin spot, and heard the intricate plot
Of niggaz wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor
what we're living for

(Chorus)

[Islord]
Eiyo, eiyo, what's today's mathematics, son you can't quote
You get ya throat chopped by the sword I possess
In
It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin spot, and heard the intricate plot
Of niggaz wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor
It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin spot, and heard the intricate plot
Of niggaz wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor
and why...
It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin' spot
And heard the intricate plot
Some niggaz want to stick you like fly
mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
And when I see you I'ma
by far in ya life
I got heroin by the balloons, kabooms and mushrooms
And my 38. specialist puttin' banker's in they tomb's
I'm one, shot, killed,
thug blood in me 
This stud bumped into me, beef it was fin' to be 
My Appetite for Destruction is finnicky 
He was an industry type, influenced by
bumped into me, beef it was fin' to be
My appetite for destruction is finicky

He was an industry type, influenced by magazines and snipes
Rocked Adidas
It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin spot, and heard the intricate plot
Of niggaz wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor
(Chorus)
Life in the city, is out of control
(Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up)
Life in the city, is out of control
(Stick ya hands up, Stick ya
Neighborhood kingpin  but his brother was a fag 

Donald had beef  so Mickey couldn't sleep 
They was hootin' for a while  and it was gettin' kinda deep
Over there by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me 
 to keep my paper sturdy, yo word G 
 I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me? 
 I
mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
And when I see you I'ma
all on his beef was hickory

The situation at hand still remained critical
The check analytical, reaction was pitiful
He pushed his pawn up, yo, that's
the beef slide twice
Everybody raised on 4 wings and beef fried rice
Them mothers are getting younger today
Got one by the hand, one in the stroller
the beef slide twice
Everybody raised on 4 wings and beef fried rice
Them mothers are getting younger today
Got one by the hand, one in the stroller
Nigga I'm from BPT
West Side, West Side
TTP, one block, one block
400, Spruce Street
What y'all doing?
Nigga kill off all beef

I'm a West Side with
From the base motherland
The place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us faded
King and chief probably had a big beef
to sticks
Not opposites flips
Cheese to cakes
Beefs to steaks
Bones to breaks
Decks to tapes
Good food to plates
Movies to dates
Cities to states
men won't believe
She eats beef jerkey by the ton
And stares directly at the sun
She's more of a man then I'll ever be
It's plain to see
She put the he
FUCK with dis
Doin hits with more clutch, than the stick, so COME ON

Chorus: Treach

I do my dirt all by my lonely "Hey!" Find the phony
Past the mass,
the stink on your breath when you yawnin' (what!)
I'm in the milk in the cows of the corn an'
Flavor Flav is the Flav, a mack
Flavor Flav will never stick