Текст песни
Yeah. Let's go. Yo. Yo. It's your boy Cash. What up? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Gang. Gang, gang. Weed. Damn. I pray to God they want beef, make my Enemies sleep. Fuck the police, I've been runnin' These streets. Run amuck, try your luck if you Think you tough. A few shots, tummy tuck, you Ain't fuckin' with us. For a buck, get you Touched with a couple of slugs. .40 cal rip your chest, ain't no stitchin' the Cut. Don't come to the West, you a snitch And mutt. No Prince, but I'm fresh, big fish, You a duck. Big dick in the chest, turn Your bitch to a slut. Big crib and a Tesla still ain't enough. Fifty Cent on the floor, now I'm livin' it Up. I'm ahead of the score and I still Won't give up. Let's run it up. Run it up. For the days I was broke. See these haters see the threads, so they yappin' Like hoes. Now I ain't gotta say it, she Already know. In the Benz or the Beam', she Suckin' dick on the road. I'm on the phone, Makin' million dollar deals. Feelin' like Snoop, you better leave me alone. Bitch, I'm grown. If we talkin' numbers, It's a big ol' 40, 30 rounds in this Pole. Yeah, it's on. If you doubted or hated, I had enough of The fake shit. The smiles in my face, they Just keep testin' my patience. I spit this shit, Yeah, this shit's sacred. Never catch me naked. Blew, blew, his brains out in the middle of The street. You wouldn't believe what these eyes Have seen. Long cold nights in the winter, no Heat. Keep the thang on me, I pray to God they want beef. Blew, blew his brains out In the middle of the street. You wouldn't believe What these eyes have seen. Long cold nights in the winter, no heat. Keep the thang on me, I pray to God They want beef. On me.
CASH — Beef
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