Group Home, Steph Lova - Beefin for Rap lyrics
[Group Home, Steph Lova - Beefin for Rap lyrics]
Yo my rhymes are deep
When I walk thru the streets
If you wanna eat
You gotta work for this meat
The stress is building
People are losing their children
I can feel the pain
Just from the blood spilling
I ain't sittin around chillin
Waitin for that
I'd rather make moves with my man Lil Dap
Too many people killin made me lose my mind
Crime don't pay, it's just a waste of time
You should shine like a sun, or the Holy One
Blessed with a gift to get the job done
Nutcracker's the one
And New York is where I'm from
Group Home for the year 2 g
Let's get it on son
Straight like that
Why these niggas beefin for rap
Matter of fact
Puttin Brooklyn down on the map
No turnin back, rollin with my A-Mob cats
Yo, this is for my dogs
Can't forget my divas
Nonbelievers, under achievers
Pockets stuffed like pitas
Cuz the Love is off the meter, on any givin
Weep the compition shiftin
Cliffin like what!?!
Spittin up blood from the slugs
Caught in the club
Just because the fucker been
Thought and ducked what you get for thinkin
Have all you cats rinkin
The crew that have sink and shot
The engine out your Lincoln
Just for livin, you know I talk alot of shit
But that's a given
Gats stay hidden, cause all this is forbidden
From my side of the chalk
You sell crack till your rap shit kick off
Or a beef kick off, heard 3 shots lick off
Spark the riot up north
Yo straight like that, yo straight like that
Yo my little nigga is my nigga
Till the day that we die
Clean out my inside before I rest my eyes
This is for my niggas livin
Out there in the streets
Searching for peeps
Hopin someone hears us upstairs
Blockin out my fears
Time to get fame this year
So what's your hobby son?
Comin from Brooklyn, new York
Like 10 years in the game
With the Group Home name
When cats were scared
To step or even walk in the train
When I walk thru the streets
If you wanna eat
You gotta work for this meat
The stress is building
People are losing their children
I can feel the pain
Just from the blood spilling
I ain't sittin around chillin
Waitin for that
I'd rather make moves with my man Lil Dap
Too many people killin made me lose my mind
Crime don't pay, it's just a waste of time
You should shine like a sun, or the Holy One
Blessed with a gift to get the job done
Nutcracker's the one
And New York is where I'm from
Group Home for the year 2 g
Let's get it on son
Straight like that
Why these niggas beefin for rap
Matter of fact
Puttin Brooklyn down on the map
No turnin back, rollin with my A-Mob cats
Yo, this is for my dogs
Can't forget my divas
Nonbelievers, under achievers
Pockets stuffed like pitas
Cuz the Love is off the meter, on any givin
Weep the compition shiftin
Cliffin like what!?!
Spittin up blood from the slugs
Caught in the club
Just because the fucker been
Thought and ducked what you get for thinkin
Have all you cats rinkin
The crew that have sink and shot
The engine out your Lincoln
Just for livin, you know I talk alot of shit
But that's a given
Gats stay hidden, cause all this is forbidden
From my side of the chalk
You sell crack till your rap shit kick off
Or a beef kick off, heard 3 shots lick off
Spark the riot up north
Yo straight like that, yo straight like that
Yo my little nigga is my nigga
Till the day that we die
Clean out my inside before I rest my eyes
This is for my niggas livin
Out there in the streets
Searching for peeps
Hopin someone hears us upstairs
Blockin out my fears
Time to get fame this year
So what's your hobby son?
Comin from Brooklyn, new York
Like 10 years in the game
With the Group Home name
When cats were scared
To step or even walk in the train