the hammer back Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthaf**kin' back out They blast but I'm still standin' Slightly scarred deep Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul
me an animal Can't sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals And that's how it is in the pen Turn old and cold, and your soul is your
as jealousy, bein a celebrity No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me And the media is greedier than most You could sell em your soul
rollin' with the thugs so You must be on drugs to the head Get your ass break down Broken half baby I'm a feelin' like a motherfuckin psychopathic And if you got beef
bust the sound the kids all gather 'round and what's comin' from their radios they all turn down the creativeness we are scientists move 'em with soul
we can't stop now Em, 50 off the hook, he got to calm down I guess I'm out of control, my mind, body and soul Tell me I'm bein pimped and it's makin me
[Verse 1] Niggas screw they face up at me On some real shit son, they don't want beef I cock that, aim that shit out the window Spray, there ain't a shell
on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
grims off Nigga tryin' to flip and its a Mexican stand off I'll put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil Dressed in all black, lookin' for souls to
your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef
if any [Planetary] The verb specialist armed and dangerous Ain't happy till I know you feelin' the pain from this Till you bleedin' in buckets we all beef
in my trunk, what, check it out It's like this, yo, yo, yo [Vinnie Paz] This Vinnie Paz let me tell you how I handle my beef Hands in ya safe, watch
just because I did it I'm like a legend or Some kind of prophecy Sent here to set you free Dress, player, follow me Into another world Deep inside your own soul
stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales Hustlin' and heart be a nigga culture or the repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures Sellin' my soul
bit of pate? [Fanny:] I drink it all day. Should I do the things he'll tell me to? In this pickle what would Nellie do? In my soul I feel an inner lack
! Ya'll got them cars them ladies love Party People! yeah! we gonna party all night And let yo soul, work! ooo! and let yo soul keep on workin' out [
! I'll got them cars them ladies love Party People! yeah! we gonna party all night And let yo soul, work! ooo! and let yo soul keep on workin' out [Verse
we'll drink to thee So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek Pray God send our master a good piece of beef And a good piece of beef that may we all