Correction Paroles What’s Beef par J. Stone

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(Verse 1: Infant J Stone)
Bases loaded like I’m trying to bring my bros home
And it’s my time to bat
I feel like the Loc is on his own
And when I sleep I feel like I gotta hold my chrome
Rest in peace to Nip
I’m feeling like they did my homie wrong
Damn
That’s some sh*t I never fathomed
Feel like yesterday, we was dipping in that Phantom
Now I’m laying flowers at ya gravesite
Lighting candles
They say God wouldn’t put nothing on you, you could handle
Got my chin up
And my chest out
For a long time I felt like I was left out
Never leave thе house without it when I step out
In casе you ain’t know
Let me show you what that West bout
The good die young
Grannys bury they Grandson
You gotta ride with one
12 year olds toting handguns
Real sh*t
Still gotta win this race, f**k how long it take
Setting for nothing that’s the wrong mistake

(Chorus: Infant J Stone)
What’s beef?
Beef is when my brother Alvin died to these streets
Beef is when ya Mama get killed by police
I was I the cell anticipating my release
Then I came home and Nip threw me on the beat
What’s beef?
Beef is when you can’t leave the house without ya heat
Beef is when you got one eye open when you sleep
I was I the cell anticipating my release
Then I came home and Nip threw me on the beat

(Verse 2: Dave East)
I was in my cell anticipating my release
I was making sells I wasn’t thinking bout no beats
FN, 100 shells, I heard them n***as say “it’s beef”
Nips used to call me like “Yo Cuh we bout to eat”
I did a bid in Baltimore
They tried to cut me
Hope God is with you when it’s lit
If you survive, you lucky
In that cell I really felt like only I can love me
With baking soda that powder fluffy
Don’t try to touch me
You never got robbed for ya jacket
Apologize, I brought my Mama that madness
f**k it she still love me
b*t*hes used to hate
I got rich and they still ugly
Feel like Michael Jackson in Thriller as soon as that pill touch me
Def Jam still cutting checks
n***a my deal lovely
Crystal… The Belaire
f**k it it’s still bubbling
I blocked her number for a week
She see me and she still hugged me
Harlem Crip
I’m throw it up till they kill Cuzz

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