What's beef? hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo That's beef, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo It's always your own peoples Sometimes it's your own peoples
Traducción: Black Star. O que há de Carne.
it was 'All About the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm Like a Don's supposed to, Sean Ride with a chauffeur in Gucci loafers And switch to All Stars
a damn what you think I'm doin' this for me, so fuck the world Feed it beans, it's gassed up if it thinks it's stopping me I'ma be what I set out to
, astronomically it could happen homie Follow me Hip-hop's the black goal mind and soul Refined as we roll, another ghetto story is told I stopped flippin' KI's
cheesy, square's outta season When you see my swag, nigga, pledge your allegiance [Chorus] [T.I Talking] Ay my nigga I'm the type of stars and stripes you know what
threes Life is short is what some nigga said Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did And funny how these black killer companies is makin
lookin' for me, I'll be rollin' You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets It's the black rag assassin, 44 Mag blastin' Black
got the streets locked, turn it up If it's beef let your heat cock, turn it up Welcome to D-Block, turn it up 'Cause we don't fuck around What? That
heat to ya street, like Al Pachino and Dinero, eliminate thirty muthafuccaz to zero watch me, streets is black hockey their's rules in the game, that's
s 23`s out the Bentley and we stay fly hunded g`s p-r-p`s hum v`s We d boys getting money on dem 25`s 5 star and that`s me a O G Im from the three tha
it's hard nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars it's ironic, it's the same for the artists rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars
, uhh Role it up and just lite some, uhh Where my bitches that take ones? And when you smoke that shit it's like, whoa, whoa Uh, yo start the beef, hold
think it's sweet, now we rock Cubans with diamonds in ?em But if they sleep, hell is where I'ma send ?em I know it's beef ?cause I don't wanna be rhymin
boys (?) I just show up go up to the stage and blow up the spot, There aint no boy who can do what I do boy I'm a star, Boy, I told you boy, I'm a Soldier
It's royalty bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one Giacanna G Rap, that live one - pay homage Get it fucked up, I spray comments, nigga what?! (Nigga what
then guess what he saw? (Who?) JANE the chickenhead radio host Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast He said "This one's a bullet, you
