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whats beef? beef is when yall niggas start hidin from a street
beef is twhen your life aint sweet,
beef is when your heart started beat
beef is when I you, paranoid when I see you

Ma, I can hear your sound when you sing
I aint no clown or fin, Ima down for team
No trouble, no mean, just come for a drink, Ma
I grind for that cream, just looking for queen
Smoking pounds of that green, I got thousand of a dream
I know what you think, I might sounds like him
Holding crown like a king, just think
We can mix chocolate and a cream like that collar on your skin
Or we can fall apart like them flowers in the spring
Or we hit the mall and spending dollars for them jeans
but baby I just trying a taste that honey in your jean
And I aint tryin a be a mean, just telling you my pen
Maybe we can sin like Adam and an Eve
and if we never get together then its gotta be sum sweet
so we gotta be a sweet, just hallo at me peeps
yea Jay and D word, army and G
and you can bet for ya dollar when you see me
Im on the streets

As money come in, niggas change to change
Rappers get real funny, started changing names
Like freakloy, luminate, boy mike and cheddar
Yea yall look all nice but your wife look better
I shoot dice like pistols; take your life for ever
And In street smart, niggas know IÂ’m wise and cleaver
I rip that juice out your neck like slice of cheddar
Whatever, I trying a put my life together
See, I going through some storm like my life is weather
Like rain, health, sleet and snow
Niggas know when I let em go, its hell for show
And my flow keep them block hot like five O sirens
My attitude is Gangster, nigga IÂ’m totally violence
Like machine guns, I leave your homies totally silence
Helsinki street knowledge, all my homies wildest,
Homicide call niggas like telephone both
IÂ’m the one who slap Brandon, thatÂ’s a hell of a proof
And when the deaf come, donÂ’t worry about your enemies, son
Keep your eye on your people, and roll with your gun

IÂ’m the next worst thing since guns and trigger
Aint nuttin change homeboy, except them guns is bigger
plus IÂ’m nice as jigga, roofless car and license nigga
and my bitches going gangster like remy martin and rah digga,
you aint no Jamaican like marley, stop callin Jah my nigga
I work in the both with different rappers like rap city tigger
so I quest they figga they know IÂ’m big time nigga
big dimes with juice, fuck the shool like big drips nigga
Ima big lips nigga with them big chips like jigga
my lips sick, like sickles, niggas get sick like
I flip rhymes like pizzerias, I turn into bread
Get head in the bed, and turn white girls red
No beast rapper alive, all em best rapper are dead
new rappers change the game and start getting at bread
and mind is a terabu thing to waste, so put that shit in your head

As money come involve, niggas change for good
Sum niggas tryed to moved out, sum change the hood
From UK to BK to InglewoodÂ’s, get money is the main thing
In the hood, some brother they sell hash, sum niggas they sell food
itÂ’s all good, picture me in the Hollywood

Yo, them streets is man, just like basket ball core
Sometime trust yourself, sometime you pass the ball
And when you past the ball, make sure you aint past to foe
And get ready for a shoot through the glass and score
Whatever you do, make sure you aint trust no one
Take the safety out your gat boy, and roll with your gun

yo, mind is a terabu thing to waist
so keep my eye on my money and money in your safe
fuck the haters, all they wanna do just hate
they donÂ’t wanna see me shine, eatin this cake
they got me walkin around scare, with nine on my waist
Im on the grind hustlin hard till street is mine
thatÂ’s the case, semioto for those other that hate
catch me like paparazi takin photos out your face
Im in your resident, lookin for a dead president
the whole hood want me, like lotto ticket
and when open my mouth is like semioto speakin
Im a head nigga on charts, I make order like general dose
I make bitches wanna love me and cry like funeral dose
I tryina break bread with my niggas but paycheck is minumi cause
I get my everyday livin out the streets like criminals dose
you might just get slap tho, if you luky fam
see, My shit kick kun fu, kick ass like jackie jane
if you didnÂ’t know nigga, go ask your man
last nigga try me, I put him in the casket, fam

You can catch me at the spot light ready for war, microphone on my hand and Im ready to go
Repisentin C.M and im ready to flow, running out the back stage stepin on the floor, with my hands on my nutts man ready for show, steady my rhymes and Im ready to blow, so get ready or no
here I come, Im running, comin headin on yall, crow gettin crazy like water, bood pumpin under my skin, I smoked before I performe so Im high as a fiend

if nigga own me key, Im take his feet
and if nigga dont pay me, Ima take his teeth
dont play me, nigga I gone raize this heat
I take this beats, turn it into major chess
Im on my papper, wonder why they hating me
Im in the bager, Bagin at cake and sweet
its on me, club full of bitches and G´s
I dont see, nigga tryina put envy in me

yo these niggas like feds, all over my swag,
and if you never had a father, why you missing your dad
these niggas bitches, pussies they tryina act bad
see times is money so I hallo my nigga fab
tell him, bring that cash in them plastic bags
and bring gat now, shit we about to blast em fags
I coming thru with the ten grams, all collar is match
and with my nigga dress roca, all collar is smash
I see them haters tryina pass, thou jokes and laugh
I look back, niggas start run like tracks
I keep my gat just incase niggas spoke or rated
Im on the track, tryina flip that coke to crack
I keep my pocket lace fat like haitian jack
I never left street, came back like where mase been at
and any bitch that I fuck thou, lace me fat
cops trace me, place me where my face be at
and I dont give shitt, fuck what the case is at
I knew the consecusion nigga before tapes and jacks
before the hustle, before they even raize them bads
Im in this money mission, ambizion like Karim and Mac
and well G, shot out to Oak and LB, you smell me?
nigga its H to O.G, this liltle nigga name bob he died in the O.D
you show me, nigga dont tryina Homey, you Know me
better than broads and police, from O.V, I shoot like Dwayne and Kobie
you phoney, you shoot Em and obie, and only thing you ever shot nigga
it was chanpage and forty, and I talk about gat tho, I talk about forties
em one that you drink on, sippin shorty, dont worry,
you dont wanna die for glory, no horry, nigga lemme finish the story
I gotta couple rubber and ass and i felling a horny, good morning

yea I have to get up there in the early age and start to hustle
I tryina get this money nigga and I aint tryina touch you
where ever I go niggas know, zany how I flow
Im all about that dough, Im about that mo money mo
you know I roll with that honey shit, every honey tryina get this dick
cause this nigga rich, you see that nigga snitch
yo we catch him creepin, see ya catch sleepin
fuck what you trippin, ita all about that paper babe
when you comin out the hood everybody running crazy
even em little babes tryina hustle, tryina get that paper
you know how I do man, I tryina move my tapes out
dog zany zane Im on the streets A-day
everybody know zany buck fish like my nigga D day day
marking paper man, nigga I aint want that dough
fuck em raggy ass hoes, you know how I go