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jamal and calif - beez like that (sometimes) lyrics

jamal:
ya see all these n-ggas wanna test my st–z
i c-ck and squeeze on all phoney mc’s
i still maintain and keep my eyes on the prize
got to get the cream n-gga better recognize (tell ’em why)
it’s 95 and i gotta get mine (yeah)
lampin’ with the crew on the block i keep the nine (what?)
for all the jealous motherf-ckers tryin’ to bring the ruckus
bust this, style and you know i stay dusted (what?)
off the purple rain of pain insane
n-ggas wanna see jamal and then i bring the pain
like method, n-ggas second guessin’ if they steppin’
i let them motherf-ckers know where the weapons kept in
(it’s in the back) my n-gga erotic got it rollin’ on the scene
seen that punk -ss n-gga and i shot at him (what?)
he was lampin’ of the block
and n-ggas didn’t see jamal had the glock (what?)
it had the scope plus the infared beam mind full of schemes
cause a motherf-cker fried to get me for my cream (true dat)
it don’t matter cause i roll like that
droppin’ motherf-ckers who be steppin’ to the m-ss
the weapon the keep it c-cked
and n-ggas couldn’t see jamal they know i wreck shop
and everytime i rhyme my lines be bomb
way beyond yours just to make it primetime

hook:
cause i got my n-ggas and we got guns, it beez like that
we always stay strapped (x2)
calif:
yo i get brave like atlanta, stickin’ n-ggas like deon sanders
when i pack guns like bonanza, runnin’ rebel like nevada
f-ck them wh0r-s, lampin’ on the o sees sticks and drug war
maxin’ like maxima, different styles like spatulas
calif goes on cruise like perellies on acuras
n-gga know who i am with them phat raps
wreckin’ ghettos and turnin’ b-tches out like crack
so fire it up and watch me get hot like two glocks c-cked
sh-t get down like two cops bang bang like two shots
whut up how you want it? lyrically your gutted
true to what i do my style is underground like subways (yeah)
hey, who i be raw lif the chief rocka
the sh-t take ya straight to the streets of the east (word the f-ck up
word is bron, f-ck peace
f-ck with def squad n-ggas be deceased, cut it short
(cut the sh-t off)

- jamal and calif lyrics

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