What's beef? hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo That's beef, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo It's always your own peoples Sometimes it's your own peoples
Перевод: Black Star. Что говядины.
no dog gone beef, see aint no reason to set the dogs on me, [Verse 2] Boy, Im the real McCoy, you little boys can’t even fill voids, party’s over kids
st rampage chorus- What Better run for cover for it’s too late What You know we got it locked way out of state What -rah digga verse- Now whose the chick
up and just lite some, UHH Where my niggaz that take ones? 'Cuz when we smoke that shit it's like "WHOA!!WHOA!!" [Verse 2: Eve] Uh, yo Start the beef
I sent it from my sidekick! You got beef? Meet me on Franklin and Highland! [Chorus] [Verse - Charlie Scene] It's Charlie Scene! He ain't ever lookin' cheesy. It's
be what I'm not Dog that ain't in me I'm the truth It's hard for me to live a lie I can't sound like I'm from the south I'm from the star Real niggas
it was 'All About the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm Like a Don's supposed to, Sean Ride with a chauffeur in Gucci loafers And switch to All Stars
a damn what you think I'm doin' this for me, so fuck the world Feed it beans, it's gassed up if it thinks it's stopping me I'ma be what I set out to
, astronomically it could happen homie Follow me Hip-hop's the black goal mind and soul Refined as we roll, another ghetto story is told I stopped flippin' KI's
cheesy, square's outta season When you see my swag, nigga, pledge your allegiance [Chorus] [T.I Talking] Ay my nigga I'm the type of stars and stripes you know what
threes Life is short is what some nigga said Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did And funny how these black killer companies is makin
lookin' for me, I'll be rollin' You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets It's the black rag assassin, 44 Mag blastin' Black
got the streets locked, turn it up If it's beef let your heat cock, turn it up Welcome to D-Block, turn it up 'Cause we don't fuck around What? That
heat to ya street, like Al Pachino and Dinero, eliminate thirty muthafuccaz to zero watch me, streets is black hockey their's rules in the game, that's
s 23`s out the Bentley and we stay fly hunded g`s p-r-p`s hum v`s We d boys getting money on dem 25`s 5 star and that`s me a O G Im from the three tha
it's hard nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars it's ironic, it's the same for the artists rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars
