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nobody
Stick to the code, don't know let it go

Double parked by the park car got towed
Phone just died nigga hadda walk home
Now it's just me, night time,

everything's everything
Beef nah shit ain't called beef no more
Niggas front for these groupie hoes bet she won't show to yo funeral
Sheesh yah
Money

you ain't tryna pay that fee 
We back our beef that boy try be we'll take his knee 

Loved in my hood, hated by many 
Half i beef and half they envy

If it's beef we gone turn him into Popeyes
Ice in my veins I feel dlo
If we fuck better keep it on the dlo
Hitting it crazy, she gone hit that C note

ones a TBT don't start
Sincerely sorry if I broke ur heart
No maths so bun the 3x3 off the chart
Divide by two that's four point five
Five guys running

on sight that's a meet and greet nigga
Get the bread I ain't talking bout no wheat nigga
Got beef nigga pull a chair and eat nigga
Wrist cold like you

put ‘em in the pavement 

Chorus:
Keep my car in my garage cause we can't go back to the basics
Told my gang if we can't settle beefs then we dispatch

Niggas want beef, what is the problem?
This life is a puzzle and I gotta solve it
Put one in your head, like a revolver
I'm getting better, I'm

them numbers
Seen me take a L now you think got 1Up
1Up, 1Up, 1Up, 1Up
Nigga talking beef but nigga won't run up
Streetz too cold only come out in da

1Up
1Up, 1Up, 1Up, 1Up
**** talking beef but **** won't run up
Streetz too cold only come out in da summer
Got a lil gun so you call yourself a gunner

on like I'm fucking a booster
Just look at me, you don't know what you doing How we got beef, we was never into it
Yeah I can fight, but it's better I shoot

(Yeah)
(Yeah),
13 what up
(Bow)
Niggas always talking reckless but never gone gon do shit
I'm strapped up with them sticks and I ain't talking pool

and my health
I been down on my dick by myself
I'm so cold hearted now I cant even put trust in a bitch
Know when I leave the crib I gotta keep a stick
You

Thugz Mansion (N.Y.)

Nas

God's Son

2002

by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my

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

cutthroat like that, nigga, I got it out the mud
That's on gang
(Keise On Da Track)
MO-motherfuckin'-3

Down by the river (that river)
That's where I

(Mason)

Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause

a lot more to make me frown
Cause I got used to being the small kid
That would always get picked on by the big ones
If you got some’n to say about me
I

Yo yo NAWF rappers y'all seriously bore me
Thinking music is just fun
But all we hearing is the trap fvck
Y'all should stick to school and finish up

new Jordan's lacing
Keep a stick for the opps, man all this ice feel, like I'm skating 
Went stiff these thots, had to put em on block hell no I'm taken

Towards a Battle
Eighty Eight Mustang No Saddle
Dive in that water no paddle
Say you want beef we bring Cattle
Giddy Up
Mask on make you stick them up
Cash

118 we reside there
From Boston this the east side yea
Where niggas hang by the street signs yea
And go to war when it's beef time yea
Go to war when

the south, my n****s black flagging
They say they shot at me, that shit never happened
Got cash in the shoe box, the stick in the mattress
I'm not going

If a nigga want beef ima slide on his block shid like the motherfucking cha cha ima spin the block until a young nigga get dizzy bitch i put that