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These under youths keep claiming beef

If you ain't put nothing on the table, why the fuck are you complaining, G
Swing and finesse, on a famous lead
Now

Them local man tryna bring up diss
I tell them Mandem no diss
I'm way to high for the beef beef
I'm way too high for the malice
I'm still that driller

beef,

Se non vuoi svegliarti senza vestiti,



Rpg,

sulle spalle distruggiamo la city,

Mi trovi qui,

Motore americano su di giri,

Arrestami,

Se vuoi

intrusive 
I don't beef with niggas
Over computers
Uh, I don't beef with niggas
Over computers
Quick to drop a bag
On you Medulla
That's why I gotta
Keep me

Ain't a chef I don’t squash beefs
Out of pockets you must leave
Colder than huskies
Tell these bitches to mush Please
Man she fertile
Got a little

Yea
Time to press the button
I been getting to it babygirl I can't feel nun
Ont wanna talk baby you can't hear or sum
Nigga wanna beef wit me he gone

Te insultan pero después te dan un halago
Si me hacen eso, la boca se las enjuago
La baby baila con canciones de Brytiago
Tiene la verde pero no son

I don't beef with you, but you wish that I does
You rappers is sus
He say he b doggin bad ass bitches he tough
Talking bout "don't follow hoes"
Well

You know you Ont want no war with us
So you bet not even start with us
Cause when it's beef this shit go far with us
Them choppas cut yo shit like

time
Nor the patience
To be beefing bout beef
Shake my dreads
Like chief keef
My flow is unique
Lil baby on fleek
She dripping unique
Talking facts when

Don't want beef, I swear niggas is vegan
Flyer than a jet, I might need a couple visas
And now I'm gettin' money for the features
My gang in this bitch

stop me I'm going
Yea She ignore you kuz u boring but my phone she blowing
Son'n  these niggas word to mother shout out miss Lauren
Ya baby girl under

Houston we have a problem
They want smoke I bin laden
I can never allow them
They want beef I’m
They want beef me I’m hardened
They want please me ah

don’t get me started
Roll up exotic, it smell like I farted (smell like I farted)
Go dumb on the beat, retarded 
Don’t gotta beef, but don’t get me

J Hus hasta la baby
Link Up TV, street heat, uh

The beef gets cooking
Niggas start making phone calls
If the beef gets cooking
I ain't gotta get

Binks-Boy, König in meiner Favela

Bando (Bando) -baby (-baby), Nigga, wir machen hier Paper (pow)
Bando (Bando) -baby (-baby), Hasch, Crack, Beyda (pow)

Oh my ye ye
Girl, you might slow my ye ye
Take time when you hold my ye ye
I can't control my ye ye
Wavy, coldest baby
Didn't even know this

conscience
Telling me that I ain't shit
No matter how much cash I sit wit'
Still gotta ask the Lord for forgiveness
My precious baby girl came like
Forty

Small World

Nas

I Am...The Autobiography [Clean]

1999

a...small world...")
Where beef could never end
At the time you least expect it
I'ma see you again
It's a small world ("It's a...small world...")
You get

streets
I got drama, fix that little homie, fix that attitude around me
'Cause I got drama
Put my whole team on, now niggas can't sleep fuck beef
'Cause I

Ooh, when I was a little boy, only one or two
First thing I did enjoy was a plate of barbecue

Barbecue, sliced beef and bread
Ribs and sausage

Boys at War

The Hot Boys

Guerrilla Warfare

1999

And his partner saw, all of them niggas face 
And now they want to turn the tomorrow into a murder case 
Nigga get out of jail, he still be up in beef

Come here, man, why you actin' like that? (No more fallin' in love again)
(Don't need that burden from you, baby)
Come here, man, stop actin' like

They hatin' on who you are because they love who you
Hatin' on ya vision cause they can't see what you see
You bout to FLY baby (a that's all)
You