[Royce Da 5'9"]
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Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre mixture
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5'9", 6 July, and Asar hits'll
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leave the side of your car door with more
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Smokin more holes than the Swiss cheese
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Bitch please, I'm postponin yo' homie's
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older moments, like I stole his future
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Hoes know me, I'm no phony
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Females'll tell you, "Yeah he cute, but he sho'll shoot ya!"
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My heart bleeds the blood of felonies
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The blood of Superman, the blood that I've never seen
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You seem like the shook type
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You ain't a thug so I wanna see what your brains and your blood look like
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Fuck is you sick? 'Pac should be pissed
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Cause fifty percent of the niggaz suckin his dick is bitch!
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I'm against all this name-callin shit
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Negro please! Listen to Chris Wallace bitch
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[Chorus]
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What's beef? Beef is when these rappers be believin they rhymes
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And a nigga like me just take it one day at a time
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Beef is when you die because of your CD
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When I come from your blindside, before you see ME
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Beef is when I get jumped by niggaz
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And come back to kill 'em, one by one
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Beef is the reaper, patiently pacin outside of your pretty house
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Today, you figured out, WHAT'S BEEF
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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Yeah.. gangsta, ain't this?
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Starvin artists that comes with the guns he paint with
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All you sorry street rejects
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Y'all about to go up in smoke, seats ejectin
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(Boom!) Houses come down
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Drastic murders is happenin, make a nigga momma mouth come down
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[gasp!] The precinct's heated - the cops is mad
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because they know who shot yo' ass and they know who can beat it
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Above the law, run up on y'all
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so quickly and show you what only you and a slug saw
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The silence is screwed in front of the.9 Ruger
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Quietly shootin what'll hush y'all
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I will leave you lying down in a street
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Everything around you will be dyin down but the beef
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Please believe - my guns'll take you punks
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to your maker from my freezin sleeve
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[Chorus - 2X]
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Beef
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| Royce Da 5'9" |
