Soulja Slim
Soulja Slim - If It's Beef songtekst
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Course If it's beef, if it's beef then let it go down rite now If it's beef, if it's beef then let it go down rite now Verse 1 Look, My flow is definate satisfaction Cause the reaction I get from real niggas when I'm rappin This pistol clappin... (All the jacka jackin) Come hit this hustle I kno this nigga been flexin showin his mothafuckin muscles Nigga, I know you strong But you been stuntin for to long Me an my niggas don't like that we gone follow you home Cutthroat to the bone an ima stress it till you know it Cutthroat my own nigga cause he started gettin loaded Fuck em I'm on a come up I been down for to long I'm strapped a 2(or)4 nickels an both of them bitches chrome I smoke droe all day An take ecstasy I ain't poppin if I ain't gotta bitch next to me Back to the muscle man, I caught em flexin supa sunday Hope he got his gun cause it's gone be gunplay up this oneway He cadilacin I'm cadilacin Caught em up I'm traffic, Tole double crossa go an snatch em an bring em to me He got on over a hundred g's worth of jewlrey Bat em up with the pistol, bitch(come make this bitch?) Cooperation, act rite Take yo lick, did you say you live that, fast life Everything goes Logga black jumped in his whip Tole em follow behind me, we goin dump his shit I see his true colors he cryin like a punk bitch Shut the fuck up, for I hit you with the... pump bitch Nigga Wassup Who you want me to call for ya I kno your big dawg, what's his name Break it off for ya He already know I on give a fuck I'm over due Ain't no excuses for none of the shit soulja do Ima leave em buck naked Close the slots there pass me a shoe An let yo round put a hit out over the issue I'm true to it Course x2 Verse 2 If it's beef then nigga let it be I bet these mothafuckers wouldn't see a better me I hope you own purp nigga Shit you better be Because we comin an we comin throught Every ally, every cut, every street I'm streamin hot I'm on fire like the devil be Flames from the K shine bright like my bezel b I had to see, I was like fuck what they was tellin me Murder in the first degree Muthafuck a felony Young badass Shit I needed the fast cash Hit em in his dome take his stash Then I dash fast Nobody seen shit Plus we in a mean whip All black seat coop, with the black mags All black Dickie fit, with the black rags Covered by a white sheet, with the black bags Nah that's shire nigga An we gone ride nigga Hit yu ina face to ya feet Nigga die nigga Course x2