Lyrics:
it get rough
No retreat, we don't sleep, when it's beef we gon' hunt
And I'm lookin' for some niggas with some bitch ways
I ain't shit, shaved
I can't reply to no beef, I'm sendin' lil' nigga slang iron for me (fuck you)
Yeah, I came from nothin' (uh)
I'm in the mall alone with fire on me
the streets I don't play by no rules
These niggas is fraud, they think snitching is cool
Catch a opp lackin', back out the tool
My niggas on the blocks, do not
trap on the block I can't post at no store
If I hit me a lick i'ma split with my bro
Really locked in for real we can't beef bout no hoe
If my brother
I know you heard about that Nigga.
Said words about that Nigga
It came back to that Nigga
You should be scared of that nigga
You can get served by
beats so we speak
Corporate suit's company seats
Fooled like fast food like artificial beef
Yall know I got i got no beef
Listen to the words of this song
dawgs stay by my side, shout-out to Daisy
Ain't tryna beef with that boy
Gotta take care of my own lady
Uh, no
Whatever
Glo and LO6AL
Hop in the plane
thinkin' don't do that shit no more
Hate me but you're scared to beef you a mad chicken el pollo loco
Tell me where the fuck is your logo
That ain't no
Call me Ksmart by the name
I swear no one love broke niggers
Ile aye yi olo bi opa Ibon
Tell me why you Dey beef your brother yeeh
Why you no wan
piece by piece it's peak
Your peak ain't even touching my feet nigga
Ain't nobody want this beef, don't want no passa
Astronaut so fly they call me NASA
(Steel Banglez)
Chyeah
Morrisson
Live by the gun, die by the gun (die by the gun)
But it is what it is if that time ever comes
Because I made
Macy's, yeah
These fake niggas like to talk about it, yeah
Celebrate, we could pull a cork up out it
Beef? You know we gon' walk up out it, yeah
heat then it is no beef, homie I'll cook you today (c'mon)
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
I got niggaz like, "That's Eminem's man, ain't it?"
Like that's my
no-ho-ho
East Coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho
Time for us to move ahead, no-ho-ho
be -boy hip-hop is dead, no
We must move ahead (x8)
[Verse 2:]
guns too
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this
Wouldn't you if we could trade places?
I got lynched by some crooked cops and to this day
Them
the math, I'm coppin' Chanel bags
Talkin' Belle Harbour, cigars by Hermes (woo)
Know we ran the streets, eating cold bully beef (huh)
Now we
of this b****
You want this whopper come and get your beef n****
I'm not a boxer I'm be brief n****
Were on top I will put you underneath n****s
We will
ain't got no gun
But I got my crew.
Didn't come for no beef 'cause I don't eat steak.
I got a plate of soul food, chicken, rice, and gravy;
Not
the slave for the game
Making promises
But it seems like a sin
Am just hot and am fire
Ning bona njenge mpatha
I got this shit by the balls
Banye ba rap i
My pants are relaxed I kick my feet up
No I do not beef I don’t fajita
You reap what you sow pay the stipend
I d her just like my license
Christian
like grabba
Woi
Four in the cliz and one in the headie
Hand no shake man hold that steady
You man love pose with the ting for the picture
You man shoulda
(Yeah)
Where I'm from, they shootin' shit up odee
Probably 'cause we ain't got no OGs
Don't start judgin' if you don't know me
Had a bad
a personal problem for pitiful people
N***** p**** that’s why I say f**k ‘em
Cut ‘em out by the head, we gone chuck ‘em
When it’s beef, we outside, we don’t
ain't no dojo
I'ma start a wave and bring the paper by the boatload
They payin' the price when they should've paid for promos
Woah, tell the haters I'm
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