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Lyrics for Beef by The Regiment

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Greetings from the beef breeders
Öearn your stripes around here
Like you was working forÖ
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 Öainít the only place you get paid
Ölot of women hooking harder thanÖ
Thatís why when they pass me the pill I took off on doubt
From the block like I was tryna make sports center
Öhater 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 ainít all they worth but you never know it coming from the D boy
You ainít tryna eat if you it ainít a pot beef
All they talking is that gun play
How to move the work every Monday to Sunday
That ainít all they worth but you never know it coming from the D boy
You ainít tryna eat if you it ainít a pot beef
Well, beef escalates, youíre faced with a miserable fate you canít escape
The ice is thin when the real life begins
And we donít 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
Thatís the price when you hustle cane
Lost lives when the muscle came
Another scene for the spam to investigate like they give a damn
But theyíre 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 ainít all they worth but you never know it coming from the D boy
You ainít tryna eat if you it ainít a pot beef
All they talking is that gun play
How to move the work every Monday to Sunday
That ainít all they worth but you never know it coming from the D boy
You ainít tryna eat if you it ainít a pot beef
Beef is causing butter, noÖwith hate on the side
Collided with prideÖwalking 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
Öwhen the slugs hit they burn like propane
Östuffed in a sockÖput a tag on your toe, reap what you saw
Kick the doorÖtryna 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 ainít all they worth but you never know it coming from the D boy
You ainít tryna eat if you it ainít a pot beef
All they talking is that gun play
How to move the work every Monday to Sunday
That ainít all they worth but you never know it coming from the D boy
You ainít tryna eat if you it ainít a pot beef
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