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on me
And for these niggas tryna beef
We got shells for 'em
But we ain't worried 'bout these lames
Ain't gon' kill nothin'
Chopsticks with mopsticks will

on my chest
I can't solve 'em

Yea yea

What you saying every night 
I don't want to hear it 
cnd these demons staying by my side
No I'm never fearing

One of them bad for my health like cancer
Ooh yeah I'm way too handsome
To get played by a broad this is my anthem
Aye right now I'm eating a sandwich

figures
Zero five Con the boy is back in the booth
Beef pots on my stove y'all chickening in my stu
Watch when they cock their guns , laugh & I barely shoot

the daddies peace
I just pray on my knees the violence cease
But the beef gone be rising like it's some yeast
All these 6's I think we gone see the beast
Look

Quite a bit below, Quite a bit above
No in between, Just extremes like love
Never been good to look at what was
Knowing I should mistook by lack

a damn
Look at how much shit I give to my fans
The fuck do you mean? You don't have any fans
Whatever man, I'm a stick to my plans
A spoke on the wheel

me feeling Rich Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man doing up bench
Cause they

that I'm seeing, I already seen it 'cause I used to dream it, yeah
Moving weight like a kingpin, 25 in my wheat Timbs
Stick on me like hockey 'cause I

spent your money on that shit today
Goin' in public, so I gotta bring my stick today
Shot myself, 'cause I didn't make shit today
He had that same

Cows With Guns

Dana Lyons

Rosie's Super Request

2005

suspected he was packing an Uzi
Cows with guns

They came with a needle to stick in his thigh
He kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye
Cow well

dope, never had a white tee
[?] by my motherfucking self
Earned my stripes like a motherfucking breath
You never had it hard, you never had to barge
You

Morbid

Necro

Gory Days

somethin from watchin a perverted person's style
My verse hit tile
Entire verses are like curses
That give you urges to worship beliel
Beef with me you can't

Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)

JT

A Tribute to Jay-Z [Big Eye]

2002

of the hard knocks, we must not
Let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot
Let's stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh-huh
Let's take the dough

was him

The son of god himself had beef with a random chef
Dropped a diss track, and that guy doesn't even know what a treble clef is
Wearing high vis

a heartbreaker
But they get bent over by a failure
Drink Henny with a Redbull tracer
Opp packs loud, that's my favourite flavour
Secondary school had my shank in

Lord to the ghetto, king to the street corner
Police warmers
This is where life expectancy meets karma
Street sagas
Told by a tortured sinner who

I'm the man
I'll never give that man a verse and boy, did I stick to my plan
Two requests over the years and I declined them both
I just made up some

certain
Too perverted to mention
In a class by myself like internal suspension
I'm terminal
Spreading through your chest and ribs
'til the song's stuck in

tracks
Small waist, honest back
Stop declarin' beef with broke niggas 'cause they're honest tramps
Aunty asked me what I'm on, told her, "Stayin' out

through your dome
Ask the neighbours, outside's cold

Roll deep, take charge, and press (uh)
The homicide team never have no rest
Now, who wants beef

the projects
She want the throat then I got it
Bend her over all in the
Back like I’m massaging her
I was in an all black truck
With the stick, strapped up
Got

the sticks, the one in Beverly Hills
And I ain't signin' nothing less than a couple of mil'
So we don't feature with the game
'Cause no one's keeping it real

on the rise bitch, dunking on these niggas like I’m 9’6.
In some fly kicks with yo side chick, on the road to success and she drive stick.
You want beef I’ll