Traduction: Crazy Pinoy. Boeuf.
[Chorus:] I can't sleep nigga, I can't eat If we got beef, if we got beef NOW [x4] [First Verse:] It ain't no secret, if I'm beefin' wit'cha I'll
, you was like the Bradys You still fly kites daily! [Eminem:] Catch me in my Mercedes Bumpin' "Ice, Ice Baby, " screamin' Shady 'til I die Like a half a pair of dice, life's crazy
see that option, it's all I know Say I'm, Pollo Loco, but I'm crazy for the chicken Tryin' to get my hands on you, and the beef get to kickin' (Ha) Yeah
re cool being taken down and giving up Your lifestyle?s a blow job, the way you?re living sucks! I done felt pain, waited but no help came Went through some crazy
This is family nigga don't ever cross my brother Like Big Worm, niggas rather cross their mother Mention names in my family tree This nigga talking crazy
If you thinkin' you Pac i'm a wait in front of Quad Have my Kingston bullets through ya face like I'm Bernard Ya like beef but hate when i'm involved
we can barely fall asleep And time and time again I'm feeling incompetent 'Cause my women back home, we're constantly arguing And I must be crazy '
is when the herb inhanses, then he got moved up like half a ki, when to his olders got a piece so he could finish the beef, its crazy how shit can escalate
P.) [Hook:] M16, I'm reloading my magazine And I will murder, ever bumber clot run Keep my hand, on my gun whoa [Trae:] I don't think they want the beef
week Plays in sheet Grenade ya peeps-Invade ya cheats Bitches wanna blood bath so I bathe the freaks Save ya greif-Yo make up I made ya meat You made the beef-I ate the beef
Verse 1: 2Pac} Now I've got task on a nigga's ass Tell me will they blast me I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me, now It's gettin crazy
wanna go nigga) And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion [Verse Two: Nas] A place where death doesn't reside, just thugs who collide Not to start beef
nigga livin destructively, pump and pee Tuckin T's up in (?) when I jump on I'm tryin to handle my business full grown This shit is on, it's gettin crazy
2Pac] M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches [2Pac] Thugs known to bust on sight God bless my crazy life
a glock nine that shit is weak on the streets And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat If your life in another nigga hand, you deaded And if it's beef
lays and shivers I'm that nigga with the fifty cap pouch, with the murderous stacks that increase, while these motherfuckers eat beef It's been a
tear drops gettin bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin for Is it the miniature caskets, little babies Victims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy
