it's fair man, ain't a joke out here Niggaz been doin good for a long time but now the game has changed, y'knahmsayin? We just came home, now we got BEEF
(feat. Krumbsnatcha) [Chorus: x2] Y'all don't want, beef No y'all don't want, that Get caught up in these streets Get shot up by them heats [Krumbsnatcha
Traduzione: De La Soul. Manzo.
but it's fair man, ain't a joke out here Niggaz been doin good for a long time but now the game has changed, y'knahmsayin? We just came home, now we got BEEF
Arab) [Intro: Soulja Boy] Soulja Boy, Arab in the building We ending all beef right now Ya'll Niggas goin shoot by us so SHUT THE FUCK UP, NIGGA! [Soulja
Basically, I got beef, I wanna talk to you directly, I Can?t ignore, I can't escape, and that's cause, you Affect me, you cripple me, you shackle me
, we try to change the past, in vain Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul? Got
the hammer back Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthaf**kin' back out They blast but I'm still standin' Slightly scarred deep Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul
me an animal Can't sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals And that's how it is in the pen Turn old and cold, and your soul is your
rollin' with the thugs so You must be on drugs to the head Get your ass break down Broken half baby I'm a feelin' like a motherfuckin psychopathic And if you got beef
as jealousy, bein a celebrity No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me And the media is greedier than most You could sell em your soul
to leave tonight, with at least three freaks Hit the room, you know, until I skeet, skeet I hope these clowns in here ain't tryin' to start beef Cause
[50/50 Twin] I penetrate eliminate, eat beef like dinner plate Disintegrate cakes stem that hate, know I was fin to say Roy Jones Jr. imitate, then release
your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef
on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
[Verse 1] Niggas screw they face up at me On some real shit son, they don't want beef I cock that, aim that shit out the window Spray, there ain't a
