Lirik Lagu Beef - Lil Wayne
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[Lil Wayne]CheckHuhWhat?What?Let's go, nigga (Where you at, Wheezy?)
You liable to catch me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a chickor standin' over a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brickAnd we keep the hustlin' slick, and got clips like bananasWe twist the bandanas, and spit at niggas with cannonsWe ran in habitats with masks and plastic gatsStormin' through the house, screamin', "Where's this bastard's crack?!!"I flash the Mack in front of your gal and make her tellLike, "Slut! Where's the yay, or I'ma pop one in your grill!"It's Lil Wayne, nigga – blast and bang triggasPay with my change, then I'm gon' have to bang niggasI bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle like rain, niggaFlood the av quick with the quarters and halves, niggaIf you out, you can find me on the street with the workIf it's a drought, you can find me on the street with the workNever slip – I empty half a clip deep in your shirtAnd put your whole clique deep in the dirtSmell 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 'emSee, we can sweep with 'em 'cause it get deep with 'emAnd 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 heatersLet my nine-millimeters kill your peoplesBust up in your house and put the gun to lil' RenitaGive me the yay, or else I'ma put her in her sneakersWow (wow, wow) you can catch me in all black with no smileMe, Turk, G'z and ouch - chicka-POW!How come these niggaz keep burnin the worldand why the hell this nigga Weezy keep firmin your girl?Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal, Bentley dropThen I'ma put that up and hop in the van and hit your blockTell your mom to get the cops cause y'all gon' need 'emWhen you see them bullets that my glock pop, y'all gon' eat 'emSee this for all my niggaz in the pen, I hope for freedomAnd this for all my niggaz buyin bricks, I got 'em cheaperKeep a nigga quiet as a mouse when I comeWayne #1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya smell me?
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]Nasty case, nigga run up in your crib, crash the placeBlast the face, automatic attach to waistYou bastards play?Then it get awful and badThere will be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with your headA nigga either gon' get it right, or they get it at nightAnd when they spit it, lick his ass twice like 20 damn diceHenny and ice is what I prefer but light on the rocksI pack them clips tight on them glocks and light up your blocksAnd if there's, coke involved then your throat's involvedI get the toaster and roll up and smoke most of y'allMe and my nigga Super Sosa, run up in your cribwhile your grandma watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope herIf you (?) chances slim like EthiopiaIf you want drugs, I got more flavors than FruitopiaRecognize it's real and nuttin udder than thatCause one from the mac'll have blood coverin your back, ha?
[Hook] - 2X
You liable to catch me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a chickor standin' over a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brickAnd we keep the hustlin' slick, and got clips like bananasWe twist the bandanas, and spit at niggas with cannonsWe ran in habitats with masks and plastic gatsStormin' through the house, screamin', "Where's this bastard's crack?!!"I flash the Mack in front of your gal and make her tellLike, "Slut! Where's the yay, or I'ma pop one in your grill!"It's Lil Wayne, nigga – blast and bang triggasPay with my change, then I'm gon' have to bang niggasI bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle like rain, niggaFlood the av quick with the quarters and halves, niggaIf you out, you can find me on the street with the workIf it's a drought, you can find me on the street with the workNever slip – I empty half a clip deep in your shirtAnd put your whole clique deep in the dirtSmell 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 'emSee, we can sweep with 'em 'cause it get deep with 'emAnd 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 heatersLet my nine-millimeters kill your peoplesBust up in your house and put the gun to lil' RenitaGive me the yay, or else I'ma put her in her sneakersWow (wow, wow) you can catch me in all black with no smileMe, Turk, G'z and ouch - chicka-POW!How come these niggaz keep burnin the worldand why the hell this nigga Weezy keep firmin your girl?Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal, Bentley dropThen I'ma put that up and hop in the van and hit your blockTell your mom to get the cops cause y'all gon' need 'emWhen you see them bullets that my glock pop, y'all gon' eat 'emSee this for all my niggaz in the pen, I hope for freedomAnd this for all my niggaz buyin bricks, I got 'em cheaperKeep a nigga quiet as a mouse when I comeWayne #1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya smell me?
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]Nasty case, nigga run up in your crib, crash the placeBlast the face, automatic attach to waistYou bastards play?Then it get awful and badThere will be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with your headA nigga either gon' get it right, or they get it at nightAnd when they spit it, lick his ass twice like 20 damn diceHenny and ice is what I prefer but light on the rocksI pack them clips tight on them glocks and light up your blocksAnd if there's, coke involved then your throat's involvedI get the toaster and roll up and smoke most of y'allMe and my nigga Super Sosa, run up in your cribwhile your grandma watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope herIf you (?) chances slim like EthiopiaIf you want drugs, I got more flavors than FruitopiaRecognize it's real and nuttin udder than thatCause one from the mac'll have blood coverin your back, ha?
[Hook] - 2X
