These little groupies talk nigga
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That¡¯s how you feel home boy?
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You don¡¯t want them kind of problems
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I¡¯m tryna tell you man, no you don¡¯t
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You don¡¯t want that
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I¡¯ma do this on joint
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And I ain¡¯t talking no more, word to my mother
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Beef is real on my side of town
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Keep your eye on all them punk plus that ride around
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Beef will provide all them siren sounds
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And your moms with extra tear drops sliding down
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Beef will have you relocating
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But we gonn catch up to you lil homie
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We so patient
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Beef¡¯s what you don¡¯t want with me
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No money on your head, get it for free
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I hope you keep iron on you
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I hope you keep iron on you
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You niggas act tough running round with all them guards
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Reach faggot niggas, y¡¯all ain¡¯t hard
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I hope you keep iron on you
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I hope you keep iron on you
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And know that
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Y¡¯almost got me fucked up
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I¡¯m hood I will fuck y¡¯all up
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I¡¯m signed to one nigga
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That¡¯s signed to Jimmy nigga
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And run with 3 niggas that can¡¯t be touched
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But it ain¡¯t about all them bars now
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I¡¯m tryna let you know who I are now
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This rapshit is y¡¯all dudes¡¯ dream
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This shit make my street dough clean, you get it
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I had dirty money coming in
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Cucci, ¡¦ had my dudes put that stuff in the pen
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I waas really in that comfort end
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Bazooka chew, I was bubbling
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I¡¯m a product of the gutter fam
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No bank accounts, nike box and thick rubber bands
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Before rap I was the people¡¯s champ
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Nothing less then a 9 on that diesel stamp
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Yeah new jacks on the block, gotta get the heading on
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To move crack in my spot
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I was boot camping that pot
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It go in there soft come out hard as a rock
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Leave me out all them rap beefs
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Cause I ain¡¯t fin the right rhymes, I¡¯ma crack teeth
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On camera, y¡¯all some mean goons
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But a bunch of powerpuff girls in these green rooms, ha ha ha ha
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My finger itching on that trigga, y¡¯all verified on twitter
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I¡¯m verified by real niggas
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And they don¡¯t has tag, they toe tag
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Have me send a dm to your folk¡¯s pad
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Can¡¯t walk through New York without a hoe
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Or a chick tryna have me to herself for a half hour
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I¡¯m so not hard to find
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I¡¯m in the north side all the time
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Beef is real on my side of town
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Keep your eye on all them punk plus that ride around
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Beef will provide all them siren sounds
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And your moms with extra tear drops sliding down
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Beef will have you relocating
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But we gonn catch up to you lil homie
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We so patient
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Beef¡¯s what you don¡¯t want with me
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No money on your head, get it for free
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I hope you keep iron on you
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I hope you keep iron on you
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You niggas act tough running round with all them guards
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Reach faggot niggas, y¡¯all ain¡¯t hard
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I hope you keep iron on you
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I hope you keep iron on you
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And know that.
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Iron On You
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Joell Ortiz |