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lirik lagu beef – young gunz

yo, c hand me that m-th-f-ckin’ ratchet man
these n-gg-s talkin’ all that beef sh-t
soon as this n-gg- come around the m-th-f-ckin’ corner
i’ma lay this n-gg-, f-ck this n-gg-

hundred rounds lay ’em down from a far
talking that trunk sh-t layed down by the bar
spit it how i live it, yeah, i’m down for the [incomprehensible]
thinking i ain’t wit it run around from new york

though i knew n-gg-s, n-gg-s is down wit the law
all new heat n-gg-s ain’t down wit the broads
i ain’t tryin’ lease, i’m puttin’ down what it cost
all you playa haters get lost

i’m warnin’ n-gg-s, informin’ n-gg-s
we can take it toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow
grab you four teflons goin’ [incomprehensible]
shoot em’ up, n-gg-s is rugered up

the lead flyin’, somebody dyin’, suit em’ up
n-gg- you come in our direction, sh-lls in your fleshin’
i was told homey squeeze first in thought of question
n-gg-s will never ever get on our level
before you gettin’ my cheddar, homey you kiss my bareta

if it’s beef, fire it up, if it’s beef, fire it up
if it’s beef, fire it up, if it’s beef, fire it up
if it’s beef, fire it up, if it’s beef, fire it up
if it’s beef, fire it up, fire it up, fire it up

yo, it start from a fist fight, you know where it end right
n-gg-s talkin’ that roach sh-t, gettin’ they ratchet
tryin’ to lead the only thing you love out to be b-st-rds
gotta walk down on them, ’cause them feinds ain’t askin’

that laser grip bullsh-t you might as well get rid of it
[incomprehensible] what i got i let it breathe a little bit
trust me that pump-action guaranteed you a casket
some cryin’ other n-gg-s was laughin’

in my hood it ain’t good, n-gg-s get what they deserve
that mauseberg 500 lay em’ on the curb
all cause him and them had a couple words
now mom dukes lettin’ off a couple birds

dubs cry, slugs fly most times it ain’t even over no pies
it’s just some regular of guys
wanted dead or alive
and in my hood they never ask that question why

you know we right back at ’em, tinted up on the caddy
bunch of pistol grips and i fullied the automaty
yeah and i can care less if they bag me
gotta hit ’em where it hurt, while she comin’ out of church

ransom a hundred grand, it can get me what she worth
for i put her to the earth and otherwise she murked
just another t-shirt, n-gg- lost in the sauce
next time you know better f-ckin’ with a boss

they know we tear the place up, face fruity and the jacob
play tough big -ss toolie cover the waist up
call my ace up n-gg- pay him on his way up
i told him bring the eight’s up and someone bring the k’s up

comin’ straight up, somebody block gettin’ sprayed
babies time to wake up somebody shootin’ again
somebody losin’ a friend over music again
happened before we’ll do it again, you f-ck around n-gg-

- young gunz

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