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that you tweakin
Like, baby, what's up
I could put it on you, give you all that you love
Off the drugs, yeah, we fuck Pop a Perk in this bitch, got me

me
No Sir
I know you niggas heard
In these streets
That beef ain't nothing but a word
But peep
Don't none come before this cheese baby

It's getting

(T-Rob)

This is not lil baby, my name T
My first name Official, 
But my imperfections what make me the best that I can be
Losses I've been taken,

what you niggas thought
I cannot beef with a nigga that's still stuck at start
They hate and still jam my tape mane cause I come from the heart
All these

if it's beef we drop Swiss
On yo noggin
Them shots hit yo' back ain't no jogging
(Baik roll that gas up)
(Run that back cloud)
Bitch I been that nigga

Posted on the opp block in sum slides chilling making plays
556 Beside of me i'll send 100 anyday
How you tryna beef with me and you ain't even built that

sally
Don't compare me to yo daddy
Or it's gonna be finale
I am not tryna be funny
You a batty batty batty
This no beef no crabby patty
But yo closet

Venom in der
Denim willst du
Beef ja dann komm Battlen
Bitch in meinem Cup hab ich
Fairydrink White
Du wirst schon geblendet meine Kette
Drippt Ice
Pop it

Yeah yeah
Yeah huh
Slatt slatt slatt
Yeah yeah
Slatt slatt slatt
I'm in the back of the bus with a bad bitch tryna give me the top
He wanna beef but

the club all eyes on us
Saying that we got beef but their talk all cheap
Back to reality you don't want no fuss
They don't want none
They don't want no fuss

Meech
Rap God, somethin' like Eminem, but I kill all the beef
Pop star, somethin' like Michael Jackson, but my skin ain't bleached

No, baby, no
No, baby

it's beef they ain't scared to shoot 
Harlem niggas know how to play 
Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay 
Niggas outta Queens got shit on lock 
Strapped

Deja Vu (Uptown Baby)

Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz

Deja Vu [2 Track Single]

it's beef they ain't scared to shoot 
Harlem niggas know how to play 
Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay 
Niggas outta Queens got shit on lock 
Strapped

Glock on my side, I be ridin' through the streets
I be gettin' to the money, I got need for speed
Yeah, I don't fuck with pigs, but I still eat beef

I'm Outta Here

Diamond and the Psychotic Neurotics

Stunts, Blunts & Hip-Hop

1992

want any beef, so I stayed to self
I got inside, now my girl is shaken
She didn't want to get her jewlery taken
I said "It's dark in the movie, hey

Rio
Perfect
I got what you need
Ain't no playing games
Baby that's just me

We could take it slow
But girl, you got to know I got needs

echelon
Baby why you actin down for, we up

I get mad when I see you look good
Like danm where you going you look good
Irritated when it's beef in yo hood

don't want beef, you just want some props (haha)
I ain't get touched, how you my opp?
Bitch, I'm too sauced
Nah, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants

face cause I want you to see
I go crazy you know who I be 
Sauve baby she hate me but love when I nut on her teeth
Say it's beef and he looking for me

Vietnam
Oops I meant Iraq, fuck the beef I let it stack
Horses in the back baby I got independent women
And they claiming we attached baby
No no no no

don't give a fuck about no beef
Always gettin' stared at, damn, you must like what you see
But I promise you, lil' baby, that you can't handle me

I'm

beef with nun these niggas cause on the low they be police i been trappin in the same clothes for a damn week i say baby you look even better when you

bands
Racks all in my pants
Ooh oohooh
Your baby mother she a fan
Yea she know who I am
Ooh oohooh
When it's beef you know ima ride
It's about to be

She want the 3 Peat (kobe) baby girl I dig deep (that's right)/123 rounds with the champ thats me (huh)
No lunch meat (uh uh) baby girl I'm all beef