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Cause he worried bout me, do my jerk and we got beef like teriyaki
Ohh shit
She tryna talk off a walkie talkie
N**** we got the sticks like we playin

Stick Ya Hands Up

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Colton Grundy

2004

(Chorus)
Life in the city, is out of control
(Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up)
Life in the city, is out of control
(Stick ya hands up, Stick ya

block by the store
Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go
(Let it go)
I'm right at granny's, I whip on the stove
(Stove)
I put my heart and my soul in

up with shells when it come to beef
We dumping shells, no Saved By The Bell, but my tires screech
Watch out for 12, 'cause we hot as hell, let's make

dap, nigga
Just pay homage
Peep my steps, always keep the piece on deck
I'm from the danger zone where
We handle beef by death, nigga

Everybody's

Furthermore scratch that I'm way too cold
Rules don't abide by them
Big 4 5 by him
I swear the beef's getting way too old
Glory be to God the one and only
I

hot mommy
Hey honey, live by me
Do nothin', mean muggin', lean sippin', not by me
Hipster shit, hipster bitch
Lick my stick, stick that in hot mommy
Hey

stick super-sized
But a bitch is a bitch and a bitch can't be satisfied
So, cut em and leave em, and never trust when they bleeding
Cause it's that time

was catching up (Yeah)
I just passed ya' by (Huh)
Hundred percent you know (Yeah)
Claim that you don't ya' lie (Yeah)
That stick like Pinocchio (Yeah)

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

Warning

The Notorious B.I.G.

Ready to Die: The Remaster [2006] [Clean]

1994

the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream

Warning

The Notorious B.I.G.

Ready to Die

1994

the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream

Drunk by Myself

Nas

The Lost Tapes

2002

peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand

the urgency
You can't be hurting me you never heard of me
I get it popping pop pop you make it sloppy mop mop
You got a deal well I got a knife stick in

I don't have close friends to talk to
The type to be there when you're not you
The type to always stick by you
The type to love and just hold you
I

Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
AR by my bed

is beef (Bitch)
Catching all this bodies am steph curry with the three
Cadaveri hai miei fianchi perche giro con la stick
Weiii eii Got to keep it

I gotta new stick I cant wait to use the bitch 
That's my yop stick fuck around and you get hit 
Boy you opposite fuck you niggas on that opp shit 
I

chew my shit like a beef jerky
I told Lil baby yea you gotta hurry
My nigga toting them drums and sticks I'm not worried
My nigga we might do you dirty

chorus a stick like a printer 
Costa Rebel yuh a run things like a sprinter
Dem a rob lyrics like dem name John Dillinger
Inna Japan dem wudda chop off yuh

knows dtown where you’ll find man
 jump out let’s fry man not on beef don’t waste my time man
 And no you can’t call me kevin cah i wasn’t home by eleven

that I can be

Look around and you'll notice that
I'm surrounded by soldiers
Them other niggas can stay away from me
I call them roaches
Them

none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand
Trying to hold it

Girls

D12

Devil's Night [Import Bonus CD]

2001

opinions
Now I'm in the position that
I don't wanna be in shit
I never had no beef with you corny son of a bitches
But now this shit is broke and you