Beef
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]
Word 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-five
That's my **********in 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 ****'s gettin hot, pull up and park by the back, pass the gat, hit the lights and lay back
Hold up, now roll up, yo where them ****** at?
I know one of them cats from the projects with
Jay The first ***** move
I'ma pull this gun, spray
No de-lay, we stay night to ****in 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 ******** [Chorus] [Krumbsnatcha]
Yo 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 harder or 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 {?}, ruined his whole dream of playin ball pro, ***** that's how it go
You let me know,
I'll hit your whole ****in team with the metal
Mental struggle got my hand under the bubble
Tryin to blow steam and leave the scene blood puddles
Snakes (whattup *****?)
These ****** ain't explainin (Well **** 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 it [Chorus] [Krumbsnatcha]
I ain't havin it, reached in the bubble and grabbed it
Automatic cocked back and squeezed through his
Polo fabric
***** duckin and runnin, irrationally gunnin
Thinkin to myself, do
I gotta hit someone
Then 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
Caravan We 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
*****es 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 palm
Kept 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 homicide [Chorus]
BeefLRC歌词
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]
Word 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-five
That's my **********in 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 ****'s gettin hot, pull up and park by the back, pass the gat, hit the lights and lay back
Hold up, now roll up, yo where them ****** at?
I know one of them cats from the projects with
Jay The first ***** move
I'ma pull this gun, spray
No de-lay, we stay night to ****in 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 ******** [Chorus] [Krumbsnatcha]
Yo 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 harder or 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 {?}, ruined his whole dream of playin ball pro, ***** that's how it go
You let me know,
I'll hit your whole ****in team with the metal
Mental struggle got my hand under the bubble
Tryin to blow steam and leave the scene blood puddles
Snakes (whattup *****?)
These ****** ain't explainin (Well **** 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 it [Chorus] [Krumbsnatcha]
I ain't havin it, reached in the bubble and grabbed it
Automatic cocked back and squeezed through his
Polo fabric
***** duckin and runnin, irrationally gunnin
Thinkin to myself, do
I gotta hit someone
Then 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
Caravan We 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
*****es 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 palm
Kept 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 homicide [Chorus]
