the regiment - beef lyrics
greetings from the beef breeders
‘earn your stripes around here
like you was working for’
better hit 0 to 60, quicker than buggatis or ducatis
if not you get your body stretched out like some hard core pilates
cook birds, they ‘ain’t the only place you get paid
‘lot of women hooking harder than’
that’s why when they p-ss me the pill i took off on doubt
from the block like i was tryna make sports center
‘hater of that red meat, keep the beef around me
all they talking is that gun play
how to move the work every monday to sunday
that ain’t all they worth but you never know it coming from the d boy
you ain’t tryna eat if you it ain’t a pot beef
all they talking is that gun play
how to move the work every monday to sunday
that ain’t all they worth but you never know it coming from the d boy
you ain’t tryna eat if you it ain’t a pot beef
well, beef escalates, you’re faced with a miserable fate you can’t escape
the ice is thin when the real life begins
and we don’t have time for crashed grapes, too late
friends dying, cats lying, killers keep it still firing with black iron
sinking ships now cap sized in, drowning in the waters that they baptized in
what a shame, i love to slain with a dozen in this frame
that’s the price when you hustle cane
lost lives when the muscle came
another scene for the spam to investigate like they give a d-mn
but they’re no problem solvers so i got a revolver
no jam to keep me out of jam
all they talking is that gun play
how to move the work every monday to sunday
that ain’t all they worth but you never know it coming from the d boy
you ain’t tryna eat if you it ain’t a pot beef
all they talking is that gun play
how to move the work every monday to sunday
that ain’t all they worth but you never know it coming from the d boy
you ain’t tryna eat if you it ain’t a pot beef
beef is causing b-tter, no’with hate on the side
collided with pride’walking down the warm block, suicide
now you laying there, praying for hope
a mother cries tears, murder she wrote
full metal jacket coat soaked in the smell of smoke for money and fame
‘when the slugs h-t they burn like propane
‘stuffed in a sock’put a tag on your toe, reap what you saw
kick the door’tryna clock the heat and keep low
you got that yellow tape and that white chalk on the floor
all they talking is that gun play
how to move the work every monday to sunday
that ain’t all they worth but you never know it coming from the d boy
you ain’t tryna eat if you it ain’t a pot beef
all they talking is that gun play
how to move the work every monday to sunday
that ain’t all they worth but you never know it coming from the d boy
you ain’t tryna eat if you it ain’t a pot beef
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