Текст, перевод и аккорды “Bring Da Beef”
- feat. G.I.B. [Chorus:] Bring da beef to the streets (y'all don't really want it) Keep the heat with me (so don't run up on me) All my people see (y'all don't really want it) Betta not fuck wit me ('cause our hood is on it) [repeat] [Verse 1:] I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin wild Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun style Call me One-eyed Willy since I sleep with my clothes Make money with my partners as I murder my foes In all black clothes like the Grim Reaper Its G.I.B. and I'm my brother's keeper [?] will chop his fingers with an axe These trick-ass cowards should be wearin tampax What ya think this is, huh, a Lifetime story Man I'm knockin cowards off of my riders before me Lay it down muthafucka and quit bumpin your gums, Aint no peace in the slums just bums and crumbs [chorus] [Verse 2:] Police say G.I.B. is a game But we hooded up doin our family thing Straight up hang and swang in the city of ? Increasin my change to an impeccable range That you can't reach, if you listen I'll teach Of course I'm a beast on them tracks I release Whether East or West, I envision a check That my show pay, I'm a predator, hey So where's my prey 'cause it's possible for me to be poppin today I'll keep rockin the ? in the home of your place Bet you won't wanna stay Keep the chrome in your face Betta watch what you say, hey [chorus] [Verse 3:] I'm ? Disturbin the streets Money's my mission but the way I live aint no guarantees Just visions of casualties, sworn to municipalities Got 'em after me 'cause a coward chose to speak on how I eat But I don't play when it comes to my meat Like the ? brothers, leave 'em layin between the sheets See we Get It Boyz, so we roll with the heat If money got a problem, tell him he gon' get beat [chorus] [Verse 4:] I'll put you lames in the place where you're eternally restin And for that player-hatin testin, you gon' meet the Smith and Wesson 'cause these bad block niggas take no prisoners at war times Respect mine, I'll have Guerrillas kickin in your door time We're deep with the artillery, impose on your spot Plenty G's plus a silly G to get your ass-knot Ridin in a minivan, contraband in my hand Find these buzzards, split their wig, that is my master plan I don't start it but I finish it a true gun blazer OGM and H-man, them some true hell raisers From the WMPG, Northside ? street Stay equipped with the heat, so we can take it to the street, bitch niggas [chorus x2]
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