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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil B
Lil B
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon McCartney
Brandon McCartney
Songwriter

Lyrics

What's beef
To a man that eats that raw meat
Got heat
Every time I speak on the beat
Watch me
Come on get up on ya feet
We top speed not weak can't stop me
Yea I'm so spaced out
Welcome me back ladies break the mase out
I ain't half stepping I'm stepping to the AM
I'm on my third base of kane like dayum
I'm getting dissed by a punk pussy bitch
He mad on the rag his punk pussy itch
He living lavish whip his grandmothers cars
Plus he stinks he can't take no bath he ain't got no bars
I kill tracks you need a quigi just to hear my verse
I'm feeling queasy riding in the motha fucking hearse
Throw me in your system dog I'm car sick
And I be pulling strings like guitar picks
I'm eating candy bars melt the package burning rappers
Suicide by cops the only way you earn clappers
I'm hearing stern laughter
From the most uptight
And they be like eviction you do it right
Disrespecting bitches ex's
Going off like 60 weapons in 50 seconds grab the disinfectants
I'm about to ruin all your misconceptions
Cuz I don't have a screw loose I'm wound tight I'm stressed out
Only dude you know to walk up in a church and get blessed out
I'ma loud mouth blowing clouds out
Give me drought mouth so I'm drinking something stout now stout now
What's beef
To a man that eats that raw meat
Got heat
Every time I speak on the beat
Watch me
Come on get up on ya feet
We top speed not weak can't stop me
Never catch me slipping hand on the pistol grip
Loose lips sink ships you got tricks in the bag
I got tips in the mag for chatting with po-po
You rat ass hoe snitching on low jus for a little doe
It's eviction we bring affection
They messed up fuck with fresh it's Ridgecrest
Where I lay with the AK
Lynx mix with wildcat monster with a couple gats
Machete ruggers eddy Kruger
In your nightmare boy you no convict you don't want conflict
I'm a boss dog you just a puddle pup I don't give a fuck
What's beef
To a man that eats that raw meat
Got heat
Every time I speak on the beat
Watch me
Come on get up on ya feet
We top speed not weak can't stop me
Written by: L.I.L., Pfresh
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