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letra de if it's beef - soulja slim

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if it’s beef, if it’s beef then let it go down rite now
if it’s beef, if it’s beef then let it go down rite now

verse 1
look, my flow is definate satisfaction
cause the reaction i get from real n-gg-s when i’m rappin
this pistol clappin… (all the jacka jackin)
come hit this hustle
i kno this n-gg- been flexin showin his mothaf-ckin muscles

n-gg-, i know you strong
but you been stuntin for to long
me an my n-gg-s don’t like that we gone follow you home
cutthroat to the bone an ima stress it till you know it
cutthroat my own n-gg- cause he started gettin loaded

f-ck em i’m on a come up i been down for to long
i’m strapped a 2(or)4 nickels an both of them b-tches chrome
i smoke droe all day
an take ecstasy
i ain’t poppin if i ain’t gotta b-tch next to me

back to the muscle man, i caught em flexin supa sunday
hope he got his gun cause it’s gone be gunplay up this oneway

he cadilacin
i’m cadilacin
caught em up i’m traffic,
tole double crossa go an sn-tch em an bring em to me

he got on over a hundred g’s worth of jewlrey
bat em up with the pistol, b-tch(come make this b-tch?)
cooperation, act rite
take yo lick, did you say you live that, fast life
everything goes

logga black jumped in his whip
tole em follow behind me, we goin dump his sh-t
i see his true colors he cryin like a punk b-tch
shut the f-ck up, for i hit you with the… pump b-tch
n-gg- w-ssup

who you want me to call for ya
i kno your big dawg, what’s his name
break it off for ya
he already know i on give a f-ck i’m over due
ain’t no excuses for none of the sh-t soulja do

ima leave em buck naked
close the slots there p-ss me a shoe
an let yo round put a hit out over the issue
i’m true to it

course x2

verse 2

if it’s beef then n-gg- let it be
i bet these mothaf-ckers wouldn’t see a better me
i hope you own purp n-gg-
sh-t you better be
because we comin an we comin throught
every ally, every cut, every street

i’m streamin hot
i’m on fire like the devil be
flames from the k shine bright like my bezel b
i had to see, i was like f-ck what they was tellin me
murder in the first degree
muthaf-ck a felony

young bad-ss
sh-t i needed the fast cash
hit em in his dome take his stash
then i dash fast

n-body seen sh-t
plus we in a mean whip
all black seat coop, with the black mags
all black d-ckie fit, with the black rags
covered by a white sheet, with the black bags

nah that’s shire n-gg-
an we gone ride n-gg-
hit yu ina face to ya feet
n-gg- die n-gg-

course x2

- soulja slim

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