Beef-The Regiment/Guilty Simpson

Beef (feat. Guilty Simpson) - The Regiment Greetings from the beef breeders 'Earn your stripes around here Like you was working for' Better hit 0 to 60, quicker than Buggatis or Ducatis If not you get your body stretched Out like some hard core Pilates Cook birds, they 'ain't the only Place you get paid 'Lot of women hooking harder than' That's why when they pass me The pill I took off on doubt From the block like I was tryna make sports center 'Hater of that red meat, Keep the beef around me All they talking is that gun play How to move the work every Monday to Sunday That ain't all they worth But you never know it coming from the D boy You ain't tryna eat if you it ain't a pot beef All they talking is that gun play How to move the work every Monday to Sunday That ain't all they worth but you Never know it coming from the D boy You ain't tryna eat if you it ain't a pot beef Well, beef escalates, you're faced with A miserable fate you can't escape The ice is thin when the real life begins And we don't have time for crashed grapes, too late Friends dying, cats lying, killers keep It still firing with black iron Sinking ships now cap sized in, drowning In the waters that they baptized in What a shame, I love to slain with a dozen in this frame That's the price when you hustle cane Lost lives when the muscle came Another scene for the spam to Investigate like they give a damn But they're no problem solvers So I got a revolver No jam to keep me out of jam All they talking is that gun play How to move the work every Monday to Sunday That ain't all they worth but you never Know it coming from the D boy You ain't tryna eat if you it ain't a pot beef All they talking is that gun play How to move the work every Monday to Sunday That ain't all they worth but you never Know it coming from the D boy You ain't tryna eat if you it ain't a pot beef Beef is causing butter, no'with hate on the side Collided with pride'walking down the warm block, suicide Now you laying there, praying for hope A mother cries tears, murder she wrote Full metal jacket coat soaked In the smell of smoke for money and fame 'When the slugs hit they burn like propane 'Stuffed in a sock'put a tag on your toe, Reap what you saw Kick the door'tryna clock the heat and keep low You got that yellow tape and That white chalk on the floor All they talking is that gun play How to move the work every Monday to Sunday That ain't all they worth but you Never know it coming from the D boy You ain't tryna eat if you it ain't a pot beef All they talking is that gun play How to move the work every Monday to Sunday That ain't all they worth but you never know