Tradução: De La Soul. Carne de vacuno.
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
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
Waiting for fiends with a pint of beef lomain Breaking day on the grind, I used to be so drained But ain't a Saturday I wasn't up to see Soul Train Sometimes
Dope Game Came In 85 Watchin Soul Train Mama Told Me I Was The Future, And One Day I'll Be Fly Like Soul Plane Just Don't Bang But Back Then, I'd Do Anything
This nigga only sixteen And I wanted to be, just like him, middle school fightin Any nigga with a chip on his shoulder, whattup nigga? You want beef with
I did when I heard was call puff, Cause him and Mike tried to stop the beef between us, Who was us? Me and fifty, that beef is dead, him and young Mike
when i heard was call puff, cos him and Mike tried to stop the beef between us, who was us? Me and fifty, that beef is dead, him and young Mike Jackson
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
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 or
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 tired
bust the sound the kids all gather 'round and what's comin' from their radios they all turn down the creativeness we are scientists move 'em with soul
can't stop now Em, 50 off the hook, he got to calm down I guess I'm out of control, my mind, body and soul Tell me I'm bein pimped and it's makin me sick
: [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
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
