Übersetzung: Crazy wie Pinoy. Rindfleisch.
[Chorus:] I can't sleep nigga, I can't eat If we got beef, if we got beef NOW [x4] [First Verse:] It ain't no secret, if I'm beefin' wit'cha I'll
: [Lloyd Banks:] Straight outta Sideside Crazy muthafucka named Bank-o Crack rap, million dolla bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas
leather got me shoe crazy Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops baby And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380 Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy? Man fuck friends
growin' gray hairs See nine out of ten try to rhyme But I've been spittin' lines Since eighty nine They going hand to hand Since The Real Roxanne You want beef
livin within [x2] [Verse 2:] I got this little letter I'm tryin to break it down(break it down) but let me tell you corey backround he started off crazy
on It?s crazy, that?s why Believers here in Ephesus Have no choice but to cling to the throne So you can just imagine (My City, My City, My City) All that crazy
To stand in and then Bare the brunt of man's sins Cause He transcends man's trends so they call us mad men But we ain't crazy we crunk To give Him praises
Verse 1: 2Pac} Now I've got task on a nigga's ass Tell me will they blast me I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me, now It's gettin crazy
wanna go nigga) And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion [Verse Two: Nas] A place where death doesn't reside, just thugs who collide Not to start beef
nigga livin destructively, pump and pee Tuckin T's up in (?) when I jump on I'm tryin to handle my business full grown This shit is on, it's gettin crazy
a glock nine that shit is weak on the streets And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat If your life in another nigga hand, you deaded And if it's beef
] M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches [2Pac] Thugs known to bust on sight God bless my crazy life la
coppers patrol us like we some animals And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks
lays and shivers I'm that nigga with the fifty cap pouch, with the murderous stacks that increase, while these motherfuckers eat beef It's been a long
drops gettin bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin for Is it the miniature caskets, little babies Victims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy Maybe
these cardboard killers I'll box y'all, multiple shots y'all Death breathing out of them glocks yall Fear no streets, fear no beef Leave niggas in loving
shooters out Come out the club we out front with the Ruegers out Nah ain't no sense to talkin peace my brotha That beef will probably send your monkey
