Текст песни Beef - lil wayne
Huh
What?
What?
Let's
go,
nigga
(Where
you
at,
Wheezy?)
You
liable
to
catch
me
speedin'
up
the
six,
or
beatin'
up
a
chick
Or
standin'
over
a
stove,
sweatin',
heatin'
up
a
brick
And
we
keep
the
hustlin'
slick,
and
got
clips
like
bananas
We
twist
the
bandanas,
and
spit
at
niggas
with
cannons
We
ran
in
habitats
with
masks
and
plastic
gats
Stormin'
through
the
house,
screamin',
"Where's
this
bastard's
Crack?!"
I
flash
the
Mack
in
front
of
your
gal
and
make
her
tell
Like,
"Slut!
Where's
the
yay,
or
I'ma
pop
one
in
your
grill!"
It's
Lil
Wayne,
nigga
- blast
and
bang
triggas
Pay
with
my
change,
then
I'm
gon'
have
to
bang
niggas
I
bag
the
caine
quicker,
and
sprinkle
like
rain,
nigga
Flood
the
av
quick
with
the
quarters
and
halves,
nigga
If
you
out,
you
can
find
me
on
the
street
with
the
work
If
it's
a
drought,
you
can
find
me
on
the
street
with
the
work
Never
slip
- I
empty
half
a
clip
deep
in
your
shirt
And
put
your
whole
clique
deep
in
the
dirt
Smell
me?
[Hook-2x
(Lil
Wayne)]
Who
wan'
beef
with
'em?
Who
wan'
creep
with
'em?
And
when
it
comes
down
to
guns,
nigga,
I
sleep
with
'em
See,
we
can
sweep
with
'em
'cause
it
get
deep
with
'em
And
when
it
comes
down
to
drugs,
I'm
on
the
streets
with
'em
[Lil
Wayne]
I'm
the
youngest
Hot
Boy
on
the
field
with
heaters
Let
my
nine-millimeters
kill
your
peoples
Bust
up
in
your
house
and
put
the
gun
to
lil'
Renita
Give
me
the
yay,
or
else
I'ma
put
her
in
her
sneakers
Wow
(wow,
wow)
you
can
catch
me
in
all
black
with
no
smile
Me,
Turk,
G'z
and
ouch
- chicka-POW!
How
come
these
niggaz
keep
burnin
the
world
And
why
the
hell
this
nigga
Weezy
keep
firmin
your
girl?
Turnin
the
wheel
on
the
orange
and
teal,
Bentley
drop
Then
I'ma
put
that
up
and
hop
in
the
van
and
hit
your
block
Tell
your
mom
to
get
the
cops
cause
y'all
gon'
need
'em
When
you
see
them
bullets
that
my
glock
pop,
y'all
gon'
eat
'em
See
this
for
all
my
niggaz
in
the
pen,
I
hope
for
freedom
And
this
for
all
my
niggaz
buyin
bricks,
I
got
'em
cheaper
Keep
a
nigga
quiet
as
a
mouse
when
I
come
Wayne
#1
Hot
Boy,
hot
as
the
sun
- ya
smell
me?
[Hook]
[Lil
Wayne]
Nasty
case,
nigga
run
up
in
your
crib,
crash
the
place
Blast
the
face,
automatic
attach
to
waist
You
bastards
play?
Then
it
get
awful
and
bad
There
will
be
no
more
walkin
for
dad,
and
it's
off
with
your
head
A
nigga
either
gon'
get
it
right,
or
they
get
it
at
night
And
when
they
spit
it,
lick
his
ass
twice
like
20
damn
dice
Henny
and
ice
is
what
I
prefer
but
light
on
the
rocks
I
pack
them
clips
tight
on
them
glocks
and
light
up
your
blocks
And
if
there's,
coke
involved
then
your
throat's
involved
I
get
the
toaster
and
roll
up
and
smoke
most
of
y'all
Me
and
my
nigga
Super
Sosa,
run
up
in
your
crib
While
your
grandma
watchin
Oprah,
jag
her
up
and
rope
her
If
you
(?)
chances
slim
like
Ethiopia
If
you
want
drugs,
I
got
more
flavors
than
Fruitopia
Recognize
it's
real
and
nuttin
udder
than
that
Cause
one
from
the
mac'll
have
blood
coverin
your
back,
ha?
[Hook
- 2X]
1 Beef
2 Act a Ass
3 Biznite
4 Let's Go
5 Tha Blues
6 The Blues
7 Realized
8 Jump Jiggy
9 Shine
10 Shine
11 Wish You Would
12 Skit
13 Break Me Off
14 Lil' One
15 Fuck Wit Me Now
16 F**k Wit Me Now
17 Everything
18 Hit U Up
19 Hit U Up
20 Intro (Watch Them People)
21 Break Me Off
22 Shine
23 Intro (Watch Them People)
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