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Текст песни Pete Rock f Krumbsnatcha - Beef

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[Chorus: repeat 2X]Y`all don`t want, beefNo y`all don`t want, thatGet caught up in these streetsGet shot up by them heats[Krumbsnatcha]Word to my cousin, the truth and no lieMe and my dawg was in his brand new Land, puffin on lyeTameka came by, glossy-eyed as she criedLil` Jay got sprayed with a chrome four-fiveThat`s my motherfuckin man, get in the LandHead to the rest, grab vests, switch whips to the CaravanI heard an ambulance right up the blockPlus more shots, the shit`s gettin hot, pull up and parkby the back, pass the gat, hit the lights and lay backHold up, now roll up, yo where them niggaz at?I know one of them cats from the projects with JayThe first nigga move I`ma pull this gun, sprayNo de-lay, we stay night to fuckin dawnIt`s on, my head spinnin, feelin my cheeks get warmTears drip as I stepped out the whipSlipped a clip, had to get hit, uh-uh that`s that bullshit[Chorus][Krumbsnatcha]Yo I can`t believe my man since 3rd grade got sprayedBullet laced as he laid, chokin up blood with no aidMade money for the purpose of his daughterVictim of an unmerciful slaughter - explain harderor don`t bother, I`ma heat yo` ass like lavaIdentified was that tinted gray Chevy ImpalaFleein the scene, as the back tires screamedNow for them my man {?}, ruined his whole dreamof playin ball pro, bitch that`s how it goYou let me know, I`ll hit your whole fuckin team with the metalMental struggle got my hand under the bubbleTryin to blow steam and leave the scene blood puddlesSnakes (whattup nigga?) These niggaz ain`t explainin(Well fuck it then) It`s time for some gestratinHit him in the worthless shell he came inMurder is a sin, but it`s worse him dyin on revengeAnd I ain`t havin it[Chorus][Krumbsnatcha]I ain`t havin it, reached in the bubble and grabbed itAutomatic cocked back and squeezed through his Polo fabricNigga duckin and runnin, irrationally gunninThinkin to myself, do I gotta hit someoneThen I heard shots from a back routeFired back out, got shot, dropped and blacked outPut in a clap out, didn`t map out or act out the plansNow I`m consciously layin while bullets is sprayin the CaravanWe can`t lose, I hear shotguns then 22`sLeft arm booze, or blood soaked through my Adidas shoesHeavy breathin, a lot of bleedinBitches screamin, put over on my good shoulder, started squeezinout the back window, she gave the wrong infoSuddenly crashed into a PintoHopped out, flew through the back yard, word to GodIt`s on and I felt the gat slip through my palmKept runnin, hopped the fence, hopin that I didn`t leave printsSpotted a black Ac` parked with dark tintsBroke the passenger`s side, hotwired the wide and slideAnother unsolved homicide[Chorus]

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