Übersetzung: De La Soul. Rindfleisch.
but it's fair man, ain't a joke out here Niggaz been doin good for a long time but now the game has changed, y'knahmsayin? We just came home, now we got BEEF
it's fair man, ain't a joke out here Niggaz been doin good for a long time but now the game has changed, y'knahmsayin? We just came home, now we got BEEF
(feat. Krumbsnatcha) [Chorus: x2] Y'all don't want, beef No y'all don't want, that Get caught up in these streets Get shot up by them heats [Krumbsnatcha
Arab) [Intro: Soulja Boy] Soulja Boy, Arab in the building We ending all beef right now Ya'll Niggas goin shoot by us so SHUT THE FUCK UP, NIGGA! [Soulja
the beef shit still look what I done (Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) Here we go again!!!! [Chorus: ?) I can feel it, comin in the air tonight Oh looooord!!! (Heart and soul
to get pass the gate Idolatrous men get snatched away See man can gain the whole world but Dog to what benefit Cause I promise you lose your souls investment
of us Plus we wake up with our tec on us We test yo' nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the street Obey the rules of the ones who want yo' beef I'll eat Y'
we try to change the past, in vain Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul? Got tired
hammer back Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthaf**kin' back out They blast but I'm still standin' Slightly scarred deep Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul
I hope you comfortable cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless and young soul
me an animal Can't sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals And that's how it is in the pen Turn old and cold, and your soul is your
rollin' with the thugs so You must be on drugs to the head Get your ass break down Broken half baby I'm a feelin' like a motherfuckin psychopathic And if you got beef
jealousy, bein a celebrity No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me And the media is greedier than most You could sell em your soul or
can't stop now Em, 50 off the hook, he got to calm down I guess I'm out of control, my mind, body and soul Tell me I'm bein pimped and it's makin me sick
: [Verse 1] Niggas screw they face up at me On some real shit son, they don't want beef I cock that, aim that shit out the window Spray, there ain't
on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
grims off Nigga tryin' to flip and its a Mexican stand off I'll put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil Dressed in all black, lookin' for souls to