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Beef (Album)

Y'all don't want, beef

No y'all don't want, that

Get caught up in these streets

Get shot up by them heatsy'all don't want, beef

No y'all don't want, that

Get caught up in these streets

Get shot up by them heatsWord to my cousin, the truth and no lie

Me and my dawg was in his brand new Land, puffin' on lye

Tameka came by, glossy-eyed as she cried

Lil' Jay got sprayed with a chrome four-fiveThat's my motherfuckin' man, get in the Land

Head to the rest, grab vests, switch whips to the Caravan

I heard an ambulance right up the block

Plus more shots, the shit's gettin' hot, pull up and parkBy the back, pass the gat, hit the lights and lay back

Hold up, now roll up, yo where them niggaz at?

I know one of them cats from the projects with Jay

The first nigga move, I'ma pull this gun, sprayNo delay, we stay night to fuckin' dawn

It's on, my head spinnin', feelin' my cheeks get warm

Tears drip as I stepped out the whip

Slipped a clip, had to get hit, uh-uh that's that bullshity'all don't want beef

No y'all don't want that

Get caught up in these streets

Get shot up by them heatsy'all don't want beef

No y'all don't want that

Get caught up in these streets

Get shot up by them heatsYo, I can't believe my man since 3rd grade got sprayed

Bullet laced as he laid, chokin' up blood with no aid

Made money for the purpose of his daughter

Victim of an unmerciful slaughter, explain harderOr don't bother, I'ma heat yo' ass like lava

Identified was that tinted gray Chevy Impala

Fleein' the scene, as the back tires screamed

Now for them my man [Incomprehensible], ruined his whole dreamOf playin' ball pro, bitch that's how it go

You let me know, I'll hit your whole fuckin' team with the metal

Mental struggle got my hand under the bubble

Tryin' to blow steam and leave the scene blood puddlesSnakes, whattup nigga? These niggaz ain't explainin'

Well, fuck it then, it's time for some gestratin'

Hit him in the worthless shell he came in

Murder is a sin, but it's worse him dyin' on revenge and I ain't havin' ity'all don't want beef

No y'all don't want that

Get caught up in these streets

Get shot up by them heatsy'all don't want beef

No y'all don't want that

Get caught up in these streets

Get shot up by them heatsI ain't havin' it, reached in the bubble and grabbed it

Automatic cocked back and squeezed through his Polo fabric

Nigga duckin' and runnin', irrationally gunnin'

Thinkin' to myself, do I gotta hit someoneThen I heard shots from a back route

Fired back out, got shot, dropped and blacked out

Put in a clap out, didn't map out or act out the plans

Now I'm consciously layin' while bullets is sprayin' the CaravanWe can't lose, I hear shotguns then 22's

Left arm booze, or blood soaked through my Adidas shoes

Heavy breathin', a lot of bleedin'

Bitches screamin', put over on my good shoulder, started squeezin'Out the back window, she gave the wrong info

Suddenly crashed into a Pinto

Hopped out, flew through the back yard, word to God

It's on and I felt the gat slip through my palmKept runnin', hopped the fence, hopin' that I didn't leave prints

Spotted a black Ac' parked with dark tints

Broke the passenger's side, hotwired the wide and slide

Another unsolved homicidey'all don't want beef

No y'all don't want that

Get caught up in these streets

Get shot up by them heatsy'all don't want beef

No y'all don't want that

Get caught up in these streets

Get shot up by them heats

Songwriters

SHARIEF HAQQUANI / PETE PHILLIPS / DENOSH BENNETTPublished by

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