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Beef (Letra)

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Beef, what a relief
When will this poisonous product cease?
This is another public service announcement
You can believe it, or you can doubt it
Let us begin now with the cow
The way it gets to your plate and how
The cow doesn’t grow fast enough for man
So through his greed he makes a faster plan
He has drugs to make the cow grow quicker
Through the stress the cow gets sicker
Twenty-one different drugs are pumped
Into the cow in one big lump
So just before it dies, it cries
In the slaughterhouse full of germs and flies
Off with the head, they pack it, drain it, and cart it
And there it is, in your local supermarket
Red and bloody, a corpse, neatly packed
And you wonder about heart attacks?
Come on now man let’s be for real
You are what you eat is the way I feel
But, the Food and Drug Administration
Will tell you meat is the perfect combination
See cows live under fear and stress
Trying to think what’s gonna happen next
Fear and stress can become a part of you
In your cells and blood, this is true
So when the cow is killed, believe it
You preserve those cells, you freeze it
Thaw it out with the blood and season it
Then you sit down and begin eatin it
In your body, it’s structure becomes your structure
All the fear and stress of another
Any drug is addictive by any name
Even drugs in meat, they are the same
The FDA has America strung out
On drugs in beef no doubt
So if you think that what I say is a bunch of crock
Tell yourself you’re gonna try and stop
Eatin meat and you’ll see you can’t compete
It’s the number one drug on the street
Not crack, cause that was made for just black
But brown beef, for all American teeth
Life brings life and death brings death
Keep on eatin the dead and what’s left
Absolute disease and negative
Read the book ‘How to Eat to Live’
By Elijah Muhammad, it’s a brown paperback
For anybody, either white or black
See how many cows must be pumped up fatter
How many rats gotta fall in the batter
How many chickens that eat shit you eat
How much high blood pressure you get from pig feet
See you’ll consume, the FDA could care less
They’ll sell you donkey meat and say it’s
FRESH! For nineteen-ninety, you SUCKERS

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Beef (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[Lil Wayne]
Check
Huh
What?
What?
Let’s go, nigga (Where you at, Wheezy?)

You liable to catch me speedin’ up the six, or beatin’ up a chick
or standin’ over a stove, sweatin’, heatin’ up a brick
And we keep the hustlin’ slick, and got clips like bananas
We twist the bandanas, and spit at niggas with cannons
We ran in habitats with masks and plastic gats
Stormin’ through the house, screamin’, "Where’s this bastard’s crack?!!"
I flash the Mack in front of your gal and make her tell
Like, "Slut! Where’s the yay, or I’ma pop one in your grill!"
It’s Lil Wayne, nigga – blast and bang triggas
Pay with my change, then I’m gon’ have to bang niggas
I bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle like rain, nigga
Flood the av quick with the quarters and halves, nigga
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?

[Hook-2x (Lil Wayne)]
Who wan’ beef with ‘em?
Who wan’ creep with ‘em?
And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with ‘em
See, we can sweep with ‘em ‘cause it get deep with ‘em
And when it comes down to drugs, I’m on the streets with ‘em

[Lil Wayne]
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’ Renita
Give me the yay, or else I’ma put her in her sneakers
Wow (wow, wow) you can catch me in all black with no smile
Me, Turk, G’z and ouch – chicka-POW!
How come these niggaz keep burnin the world
and why the hell this nigga Weezy keep firmin your girl?
Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal, Bentley drop
Then I’ma put that up and hop in the van and hit your block
Tell your mom to get the cops cause y’all gon’ need ‘em
When you see them bullets that my glock pop, y’all gon’ eat ‘em
See this for all my niggaz in the pen, I hope for freedom
And this for all my niggaz buyin bricks, I got ‘em cheaper
Keep a nigga quiet as a mouse when I come
Wayne #1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun – ya smell me?

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
Nasty case, nigga run up in your crib, crash the place
Blast the face, automatic attach to waist
You bastards play? Then it get awful and bad
There will be no more walkin for dad, and it’s off with your head
A nigga either gon’ get it right, or they get it at night
And when they spit it, 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 them glocks and light up your blocks
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 nigga Super Sosa, run up in your crib
while your grandma watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope her
If you (?) chances slim like Ethiopia
If you want drugs, I got more flavors than Fruitopia
Recognize it’s real and nuttin udder than that
Cause one from the mac’ll have blood coverin your back, ha?

[Hook – 2X]

Beef (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Beef, what a relief
When will this poisonous product cease?
This is another public service announcement
You can believe it, or you can doubt it
Let us begin now with the cow
The way it gets to your plate and how
The cow doesn’t grow fast enough for man
So through his greed he makes a faster plan
He has drugs to make the cow grow quicker
Through the stress the cow gets sicker
Twenty-one different drugs are pumped
Into the cow in one big lump
So just before it dies, it cries
In the slaughterhouse full of germs and flies
Off with the head, they pack it, drain it, and cart it
And there it is, in your local supermarket
Red and bloody, a corpse, neatly packed
And you wonder about heart attacks?
Come on now man let’s be for real
You are what you eat is the way i feel
But, the food and drug administration
Will tell you meat is the perfect combination
See cows live under fear and stress
Trying to think what’s gonna happen next
Fear and stress can become a part of you
In your cells and blood, this is true
So when the cow is killed, believe it
You preserve those cells, you freeze it
Thaw it out with the blood and season it
Then you sit down and begin eatin it
In your body, it’s structure becomes your structure
All the fear and stress of another
Any drug is addictive by any name
Even drugs in meat, they are the same
The fda has america strung out
On drugs in beef no doubt
So if you think that what i say is a bunch of crock
Tell yourself you’re gonna try and stop
Eatin meat and you’ll see you can’t compete
It’s the number one drug on the street
Not crack, cause that was made for just black
But brown beef, for all american teeth
Life brings life and death brings death
Keep on eatin the dead and what’s left
Absolute disease and negative
Read the book ‘how to eat to live’
By elijah muhammad, it’s a brown paperback
For anybody, either white or black
See how many cows must be pumped up fatter
How many rats gotta fall in the batter
How many chickens that eat shit you eat
How much high blood pressure you get from pig feet
See you’ll consume, the fda could care less
They’ll sell you donkey meat and say it’s
Fresh! for nineteen-ninety, you suckers

Beef (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Pmd
Das efx
And the c-h-u-double b

Beef

Here we go
[ chubb rock ]
I arrive from the steps of sinai cause i’m fly
When you’re high from the lye
You see me mingle in the sky
The dim light superceeds the street cock fight
Straight heterosex, but i still dig van, ya dyke
From the mic flip, metronome time skip, who will high-ship
The brooklyn base scholar and them niggas past islip
And ooh-ooh, i curse you with that fugee-la voodoo
Will do you like italian deli kids slicing prosciutto
I barb you like bobbito, the airport, right through heathrow
Release murder niggas like ito
Pure hatred, cause he picked who he picked to mate with
Then laced it, bourgeois player two-faced it
Hey revamp the swing to parlay
How black power went sour, where’s brother jay?
Where’s the ‘pink cadillacs protected by’ whoever?
The red and the black, green, hilfiger nigga
Indians wanna protect the lone howling chief
So kids create beef

[ chorus ]
Beef
Back in the days when we had nothin but beef
At the end you may lose nothin but teeth
That’s fly
But nowadays ask kids
When they have beef, you might die
Why?

[ skoob ]
While niggas beef about this and biggedy-beef about that
I’m with my soldiers in the rover, never sober, fuck that
Yo dun, i run with wild crooklyn niggas with gats
Pigged-push wigs back on corner spots full of criggedy-crack
My niggas click back, kid, that’s why we hold somethin
And break your punk ass down just like you stole somethin
When i rock with chubb you block show me love
Nigga what, want beef, we drawin first blood

[ krazy drazy ]
Well, it’s the riggedy-rhyme dropper, the hip-hopper, you know the name
I ciggedy-can’t explain (why niggas beefin in the game)
You see, i niggedy-never get shocked when a nigga get wet
Tiggedy-talk that shit, i guess you’re bound to get hit
The rap zone’s now a war zone, we fight on sight
We wiggedy-wildin out, provin all these white folks right
We like some crabs in a barrel tryin to get on top
The hit squad, chubb rock represent hip-hop
So kill the beef

[ chorus ]

[ pmd ]
Well, when i first dropped the bait back in 1988
I couldn’t wait to get straight and dominate state to state
Went to feud, bullshit evil, exterminatin flows
Check your grip, don’t slip or get a dose on how it goes
Jealous niggas, gun triggers, fuckin up the game
But me you can’t tame, an outlaw like jesse james
We got east versus west, bullet-proof tef’ vest
Who’s the best? but let it rest, because there’s no contest
Temptation, accusations need to stop
Unify hip-hop, pmd, chubb rock

[ chubb rock ]
Now – i will come back to the groove
Now my man common on wax slayin ice cube – anyway, that’s cool
That nigga somewhere ‘higher learnin’
And of course there’s that famous beef between parrish and sermon
And that’s cool, both those niggas killed jane
And now there’s nice without smooth – that’s insane
And i heard they squashed that, and that shit should cease
Cause black mutha-uckas shouldn’t beef

Beef
Beef
Back in the daa-ays
Beef
Beef
Back in this day there’s beef
Beef
Back in the day there was beef
Beef
That shit got to cease
Peace!

Beef (Letra)

Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[chorus]
What
Do ya’ll wanna do (what ya’ll wanna do, what)
Do ya’ll really want beef (do ya’ll)
And do ya’ll want it with me (uh-uh)
I don’t think sooooooo

What
Do ya’ll wanna do (what ya’ll wanna do, what)
Do ya’ll really want beef (do ya’ll)
And do ya’ll want it with me
Nooooooooooo

[silkk the shocker]
I thought i left, all that drama dog, back in the streets
I gotta result to riding low, and my homies in the back seat
See, you know we the type of boys that burn blocks
I aint fucking wit them boys, them boys done turned pop
They should of turned and run, but now they turned and come
They wanna turn to gun, i gotta turn to none
See, ya’ll gone fuck around and turn me back to the old silkk
And them boys who know me, ya’ll know silkk
They know i’m the shocker, that means i don’t play no games
I say it directly, but this time i aint gone say no names
Uh, my whole click, they with it, with it
And you know, no ski mask on who did it, did it, (did it)

[chorus]

[c-murder]
Now, check this out
Now what you wanna do, cause too many niggas are feeling played
‘til i check ‘em and correct ‘em, and totally disrespect ‘em
Like bitches, they snitches, motivated by nigga’s riches
And want be satisfied ‘til they die, or lost in ditches
Bury me tru nigga shit no limit records
Respect us, and never check us, real naggers we causing ruckus
And the 504, the boot, the south, the gutter, and the swamp
Fake naggers can’t hang or slang cause they get banged and even stomped

[krazy]
You can tell these bitch naggers, don’t want war with me
I’m a iberville nigga ‘till they bury me
Recognize, i’m a motherfucking soldier nigga
Hearing screams from your family while i’m clutching my trigga
My whole click, straight up scandalous, if it’s beef, you will see
Naggers heads getting bust, if they fuck with me
These naggers don’t wanna fuck with us, they betta get out tha way
Holiday gotta "k", he knows where you stay

[chorus]
(suga bear) do you really wanna mess with me
Fool around and be my enemy [*repeat 3x*]
Do you really wanna mess with me
Hand me the thang so we can handle beef