he attacked and the result of the attack was.... BEEF BEEF.... B-E-E-F Bitter emotions envy and fear. Beef Ain't nobody got no real beef with me nigga
grown and these guns come out Circle of life, it's kinda deep how we end out. [Chorus] Yo them niggas that wanted beef before Don't want no beef no mo
everything, it's a storm nigga [Chorus x2: Rhyme Recca] Middle finger attitude, fuck you and your crew Got connects, glocks and techs, bulletproof vests You don't want conflict, beef
's deep," gun butt, you now sleep Your funeral be in a week, I dare you to creep Pack ridiculous heat from sweepin' the streets The tech nine to your
like that, don't think you gon' steal a nigga off my team and my team ain't gon' strike back We'll be right back, fuck you done it nigga We treat beef
the God who don't eat pig lard Lord J-A-motherfuckin-M-A-R Never passive, the crew grows massive We get wreck with the tech, blow your mind with nine
a suplex. Coathangastrangla banging' the deuce set, choaintstrangla[? ] name it in two blex. It's the season of the siccness time streets, hittin' the venomous IV fulla white weed. And my nine
me, I'm straight that great plus the heads straighten dreads, I'm everlasting like the toe on Pro Keds, A tech nine, When I rhyme, Plus I climb, Word
(feat. Tracey Lee, Antoniette, Jim Hydro) [Yogi] Aiyo I used to roll 30 deep thru the Boogie Down Now it's just me, my tech and like 30 rounds Plus
I had such bad luck (Why me?) Why the judge wanna lock me up Throw away the key and watch me rust [Cuban Link] Yo crack lets get a nine My mind's trapped
's go) I ride, with G's and they strapped with them big tech nines And they gon' catch yo' head and yo' neck and yo' spine Ain't no need for crying, cuz I gotcha nine
2] Pay my dues, takin crews, just me and my haitian dudes Makin loot, even made the news in my gator shoes Three fifty seven glock, nine, a tech twenty
get it indicted in secret Wants to beef with, aye yo, the lines or the nines When I rhyme, I'm a shine, pull my nine and leave you blind Killin here'
, for the best to colide Better yet, I put the X in define Never fret, when it's beef, I put the pep' in the nine From your brain to my watch, you be
my waistline with the vive When I leave the coffee table got my nine by my spine Funkin' like its goin' out of style Mo' beef than a cow speakin ebonics
a man's demise And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing Nine shot, pop a clip
t try to test mine You get clapped with tech nines I'm out to get mine So fuck the bright lights and big city Aint nuttin pretty, the nine milli spit