Beef - Lil Wayne: letras de canciones, vídeos musicales y conciertos

Beef

610

De gira

Hip-Hop/Rap

Beef fue publicado el 5 de diciembre de 2000 por CM/Republic como parte del álbum Lights Out

Detalles de la canción

ÁlbumLights Out

Fecha de lanzamiento5 de diciembre de 2000

SelloCM/Republic

IdiomaEnglish

Melodicidad

Acústico

Valence

Bailabilidad

Energía

BPM83

RESUMEN

LETRAS

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lil Wayne

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Lil Wayne

Songwriter

Mannie Fresh

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Mannie Fresh

Producer, Mixing Engineer

Ray Seay

Mixing Engineer

Letras

Let me check

Huh

Word

Let's go, ****

Where you at Weezy?

You liable to catch me speeding up a six, uh

Beating up a chick, uh

Standing over the stove sweating, heating up a brick

And we keep the hustling slick and got clips like bananas

We twist the bandanas and spit at **** with cannons

We ran in hamptons with masks and plastic gats

Storming through the house screaming, "Where's this bastard's crack?"

I flash the MAC in front of your gal and make her tell

Like, "Slut, where's the yayo? I'ma pop one in your grill"

It's Lil Wayne ****, blasting bang triggers

Hit with my chain then I'm half the bang ****

I bag the cane quicker and sprinkle like rain, ****

Flood the Africa with quarters and halves, ****

If you out, you can find me on the street with the work

If it's a drought, you can find me on the street with the work

Never slip, I empty half a clip deep in your shirt

And put your whole clique deep in the dirt, smell me?

Who wanna beef with him? Who wanna creep with him?

And when it comes down to guns, ****, I sleep with 'em

See we could sweep with 'em, 'cause it get deep with 'em

And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em

Who wanna beef with him? Who wanna creep with him?

And when it comes down to guns, ****, I sleep with 'em

See we could sweep with 'em, 'cause it get deep with 'em

And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em

I'm the youngest hot boy on the field with heaters

Let my nine millimeters kill your peoples

Bust up in your house and put the gun to Lil Juanita

Give me the yayo else, I'ma put her in her sneakers

Wow, you can catch me in all black with no smile

Me, Turk, Jeezy and now chicka-pow

How come these **** keep burning the world?

And why the hell this **** Weezy keep burning your girl?

Turning the wheel on my original Bentley drop

Then I'ma put that off and hop in the van and hit your block

Tell your mom to get the cops 'cause y'all gon' need 'em

And you see them bullets that my Glock pop, y'all gon' eat 'em

See this for all my **** in the pen, I hope for freedom

And this for all my **** buying bricks I got 'em cheaper

Keep a **** quiet as a mouse when I come

Wayne number one hot boy hot as the sun, smell?

Who wanna beef with him? Who wanna creep with him?

And when it comes down to guns, ****, I sleep with 'em

See we could sweep with 'em, 'cause it get deep with 'em

And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em

Who wanna beef with him? Who wanna creep with him?

And when it comes down to guns, ****, I sleep with 'em

See we could sweep with 'em, 'cause it get deep with 'em

And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em

Basket case, **** run up in your crib, crash the place

Mask the face, automatic attached to waist

You bastards click, then it get awful and bad

There will be no more walking for dad and it's off with your head

And they gon' either get it right or they get it at night

And when it's spitted lick his ass twice like 20 damn dice

Henny and ice is what I prefer but light on the rocks

I pack them clips tight on the Glocks and light up your block

And if there's coke involved then your throat's involved

I get the toaster and roll up and smoke most of y'all

Me and my **** Super Sosa

Run up in your crib while your grandma watching Oprah

Dagger up the roper

If you want grudge chances slim like Ethiopia

If you want drugs, I got more flavors than Fruitopia

Recognize it's real and nothing other than that

'Cause one from the MAC'll have blood covering your back

Who wanna beef with him? Who wanna creep with him?

And when it comes down to guns, ****, I sleep with 'em

See we could sweep with 'em, 'cause it get deep with 'em

And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em

Who wanna beef with him? Who wanna creep with him?

And when it comes down to guns, ****, I sleep with 'em

See we could sweep with 'em, 'cause it get deep with 'em

And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em

Who wanna beef with him? Who wanna creep with him?

And when it comes down to guns, ****, I sleep with 'em

See we could sweep with 'em, 'cause it get deep with 'em

And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em

Who wanna beef with him? Who wanna creep with him?

And when it comes down to guns, ****, I sleep with 'em

See we could sweep with 'em, 'cause it get deep with 'em

And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em

Who wanna beef with the ****? Creep with the ****?

When it come down to guns, I sleep with them triggers

Written by: Lil Wayne, Mannie Fresh

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