The Regiment - Beef lyrics

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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 it coming from the D boy

You ain’t tryna eat if you it ain’t a pot beef