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letra de beef - fcg heem

[intro: fcg heem]
yeah, oh
yeah, oh, oh, i’m tryna (made it out the struggle, we can do it all)
oh, oh, they say, oh, oh (made it out the struggle, we can do it all)
(king nathan with another one)
oh, they say, oh, oh
yeah, they say, oh, they say, oh, oh (they say, oh, oh)
oh, they say, they say, oh, oh (yeah, oh)
oh, they say (oh, oh)
oh

[chorus: fcg heem]
told lil’ bruh he better not come back until all them n-ggas dead (all them n-ggas dead, yeah)
n-ggas pillow talkin’ on the kid, but look, i heard just what you said (b-tch, i heard just what you said, yeah)
n-ggas changed on me when i was down, but look, you gotta know how to play it (but you gotta know how to play, yeah)
and i’m comfortable when lil’ foreign got that stick ’cause he gon’ spray it (i know lil’ foreign gon’ spray, yeah), yeah
and i advise you n-ggas, please just stay up out my way (please just stay up out my way)
broward county, best believe the city love me, i made a way (i know they love me, i made a way)
lil’ woadie don’t want know smoke for real ’cause he know where we stay (’cause he know where we stay)
f-ck that, we gotta get him gone ’cause he know where we lay (just ’cause he know where we lay)

[verse 1: fcg heem]
i’m paranoid, no, i can’t trust a soul, i’m ridin’ ’round with that drac’ (i’m ridin’ ‘roudn with this drac’)
how the f-ck i’ma leave the hood without lil’ foreign? that’s my ace (lil’ foreign, that’s my ace)
stay in your place, them young n-ggas’ll really eat your face (they’ll really eat your face)
‘member they was talkin’ down on me, i wonder what they say (i wonder what they say)
don’t wait, them young n-ggas really ’bout that gun play (really ’bout that gun play)
don’t play, them young n-ggas strictly ’bout that money (they strictly ’bout that money)
ok, they left me by my lonely, i’m gon’ be ok (i swear i’m gon’ be ok)
them young n-ggas don’t wanna do no talkin’, they really tote k’s (don’t talk, they really tote k’s)
p-ssy boy, we don’t care about no vest ’cause we shoot neck and up (’cause we shoot neck and up)
he ain’t really gettin’ to no money, n-gga, shut it up
really gettin’ to the burger cheese for real, go get your cheddar up (f-ck n-gga, go get your cheddar up)
when we hit the strip, we make it rain, get your umbrella up (go get your lil’ bread up)
[chorus: fcg heem & pooh shiesty]
told lil’ bruh he better not come back until all them n-ggas dead (all them n-ggas dead, yeah)
n-ggas pillow talkin’ on the kid, but look, i heard just what you said (i heard just what you said, yeah)
n-ggas changed on me when i was down, but look, you gotta know how to play it (but you gotta know how to play, yeah)
and i’m comfortable when lil’ foreign got that stick ’cause he gon’ spray it (lil’ foreign, he gon’ spray, yeah), yeah
and i advise you n-ggas, please just stay up out my way (way, please just stay up out my way)
broward county, best believe the city love me (blrrd), i made a way (yeah, i know they love me, i made a way)
lil’ woadie don’t want know smoke for real ’cause he know where we stay (mm, ’cause he know where we stay)
f-ck that, we gotta get him gone ’cause he know where we lay (get him gone, ’cause he know where we lay)

[verse 2: pooh shiesty]
before them youngins, i put on, big shiesty saved the day (i made a way)
came a long way from high speeds from the police and them raids (every day)
oh, every time, i keep it solid, never fold, won’t break (nope)
boy, that sh-t don’t make you k!ller ’cause you tatted on the face (blrrd, blrrd)
cge knock down gorillas, everybody with me snakes
ridin’ with my baby ar pistol, my clip full of .308 (yeah)
dropped thirty thousand, all blues, i want him dead in broad day
i’m havin’ too much bread to play, i’ma just get him out the way (blrrd)
i got my fire at every show (show), it still poke out when i’m on stage (stage)
count up the backend at the door (huh?), i can’t come in ’til i get paid (blrrd)
she see these diamonds, she gon’ go, i knocked her with my cartier
i told lil’ bruh when he complete the mission, we gon’ celebrate
go get some color and pour an eighth, we sip on wockhardt every day (huh? wock’, wock’)
five hundred shots everywhere i go, in every city, every state (blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)
playing with me, it won’t be too long ‘fore you get put in a grave
they tried to say i got him gone but i was somewhere in la
[verse 3: fcg heem & pooh shiesty]
toe-taggin’ n-ggas (blrrd), body-baggin’ n-ggas, that’s all they know (blrrd, blrrd, that’s all they know)
everybody sayin’ i’m destined like they know i was ‘posed to blow (uh, they know i was ‘posed to blow)
your own dog’ll change up on you for some fame if he ain’t know (some fame if he ain’t know)
all these groupie hoes tryna f-ck a n-gga, now they all on go (and now they all on go)
murder all them n-ggas tryna play ’round with the kid (play ’round with the kid, yeah)
it won’t never be the same, i can’t forget ’bout what you did (i can’t forget ’bout what you did, yeah)
hope my brother and them don’t change and they remain just how they is (just remain just how they is)
b-tch, i wrote this sh-t in pain, i hope you know i’m really serious (i’m really serious, yeah)

[chorus: fcg heem]
told lil’ bruh he better not come back until all them n-ggas dead (all them n-ggas dead, yeah)
n-ggas pillow talkin’ on the kid, but look, i heard just what you said (i heard just what you said, yeah)
n-ggas changed on me when i was down, but look, you gotta know how to play it (but you gotta know how to play, yeah)
and i’m comfortable when lil’ foreign got that stick ’cause he gon’ spray it (i know lil’ foreign gon’ spray, yeah), yeah
and i advise you n-ggas, please just stay up out my way (please just stay up out my way, yeah)
broward county, best believe the city love me, i made a way (know i made a way, yeah)
lil’ woadie don’t want know smoke for real ’cause he know where we stay (’cause he know where we stay, yeah)
f-ck that, we gotta get him gone ’cause he know where we lay (’cause he know where we lay, yeah)

[outro: fcg heem]
’cause he know where we lay, ayy
f-ck that, we gotta get him gone ’cause he know where we stay, ayy
’cause he know where we, uh
f-ck that, we gotta get him gone ’cause he know where we stay, ayy
oh, they say, oh, oh
oh, they say, oh, oh (we made it out the struggle, we can do it all)
i got no limit in this b-tch with me (made it out the struggle, we can do it all)

- fcg heem

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