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letra de beast (southpaw remix) - rob bailey & the hustle standard

[intro: hustle]
when the sun rises
i wake up and chase my dreams
i won’t regret when the sun sets
’cause i live my life like i’m a beast
i’m a mothaf-cking beast

[verse 1: busta rhymes]
ayo back to make you run around again like it’s a fire
i spit acid b-tch like i got cyanide in my saliva
watch me wet and heat sh-t up like i’m a washer and a dryer
while i beat you in your head until you tire
(i’m a motherf-cking beast)
see the way we got all my n-ggas is open
i’m doing it again trippin’ and it won’t stay
got a n-gga wilding like he in a bull pen
look at me wishing i had him hoping
but i will diminish and i stop and i won’t finish
but i drop and always k!ll a n-gga hotter than a sk!llet
think you’re f-cking with a god? you gotta be joking
every single time you n-ggas see me, step inside the do’
k!lling everything with a thousand gorillas, behind me so
i suggest you bow to let your chick eat my salami slow
while i continue to dazzle n-ggas in the hood with that tsunami flow
get back homie before you get snapped
even got a b-tch strapped in the club with a snub nose
while i make them black with a bang and then a crack
n-ggas in the head i’m back, everybody ’til the club close
mm-hmm.. haters i see you sitting over there
that’s why you see me blacking everywhere

[hook: bailey]
i’m a motherf-cking beast
i’m a, i’m a f-ckin’ beast
i’m a mothaf-ckin’ beast
f-cking mothaf-cking beast
i’m a motherf-ckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)
i’m a motherf-ckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)
i’m a motherf-ckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)
i’m a motherf-ckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)

[verse 2: kxng crooked]
i’m a motherf-cking beast, right
homie, welcome to the east side, where the k!llers reside
we playing war games, please hide
ain’t no signs of peace, so f-ck a peace sign, we ride (ride)
bust shots from the car seat
or maybe hang you ’til your neck is broke
choke you with a stethoscope
that’s how i k!ll a motherf-cker in a heartbeat on a dark street
(i’m a motherf-cking beast)
i’m a motherf-cking beast, right
keep a three-five-seven in the levi’s
when the beef fries, house gang hoodie is the disguise
look in these eyes, last thing you gon’ see when the heat flies
yo, is it we dumb or is it the city we from
got us k!lling each other over these bread crumbs?
you f-ck with me it’s gonna be cranberry and one-51
that’s murder backwards: redrum
i done seen a n-gga dumping with the pistol
pull a gunmen out the window of a rental situation, detrimental
little kids are getting caught up in the middle when the k!ll is accidental
that’s why i’m keeping a pistol, matter of fact capture my enemy
kidnap or slap him in the back of the infiniti
bandanas to mask the ident-ty
and start spazzing like charles manson on absinthe and hennessy
fight back, attack me with energy
spiked bats will add to your injury
when i write raps you have to have a bachelors in chemistry
or a masters in math to be in the actual vicinity
to p-ss me up mentally, to match my agility
from aspen to italy, i have the ability
to send your -ss to the trinity
like death when it’s after the kennedy’s

[hook: bailey]
i’m a motherf-cking beast
i’m a, i’m a f-ckin’ beast!
i’m a mothaf-ckin’ beast
f-cking mothaf-cking beast
i’m a motherf-ckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)
i’m a motherf-ckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)
i’m a motherf-ckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)
i’m a motherf-ckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)

[verse 3: tech n9ne]
people wanna know how i am still hungry
but they don’t know how the irs hung me
what do you do when they take all your money?
get green like gumby, come back like a bungee
all of my grief, it has made me unleash
on a bum all opponents will cease
so i’m yelling to the north
and the south, and the west and the east
(i’m a motherf-ckin’ beast)
when you don’t have nothing
only other way that you go is to mad toughen
the craft up in the lab buckin’ up to the bad luck
in a flash uppin’ the cash stuffed in the bag
and you gotta get it no matter what
don’t got the money to put enough in ya gut
i gotta be the k!ller, cause i was stuck in a rut
my energy will never let ’em leave us in the dust
the lupus k!lled my mother
something really stupid filled my brothers
and now they beginning treating me ill like others
when real life smothers, i k!ll like thuggers and bang
fighting my way on top of the game with the pain i write this
i came to ice sh-t, i reign tonight, sit you hangin’ lifeless
i’m strange and hype b-tch, i aim when i spit
for the win and i’m gonna increase
the pressure when i’m having no peace, feel me!
because i gotta eat, i won’t let that demons release, k!ll me!
on your soul i will feast, you’re gonna need a bishop or priest
i am that monster comin’ to get ya’ to say the least
(i’m a motherf-ckin’ beast)

[hook: bailey]
i’m a, i’ma f-ckin’ beast!
i’m a mothaf-ckin’ beast
f-cking mothaf-cking beast
i’m a motherf-ckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)
i’m a motherf-ckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)
i’m a motherf-ckin’ beast (you don’t want problems)
i’m a motherf-ckin’ beast (you don’t want problems with me)

[outro]
i’m a motherf-cking beast!

- rob bailey the hustle standard

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