lirik lagu joe beast - no
[chorus]
no! oh, y’all n~ggas don’t…
no! do y’all really got flow? (no!)
did you live that life in the streets?
guns lit like the sun, white in the streets (no!)
can i roll with you, baby? (no!)
no, you can’t come with me (no!)
this whole life—can you come with me?
do your man make you come like me?
[verse 1]
who shot him? told the police?
where you get the coke from? (no!)
rot in a cell, flat tail
the boys in the van, yeah, they smell you
label me dangerous in this game called rap
dangerous, with my hands on the mac
you know my n~gga mel~man on the track
my man put me on, so i’m slingin’ that crack
used to crack pots, now i’m bringin’ that back
now i spit hot, they like “bring that back!”
pull up like the surface that crack
now i’m an addict—got fame for these tracks
out west, yeah, they lean in the ‘lacs
vest on your chest, with a beam on your strap
trace him—hear the team on his back
i quote this: “n~gga, we comin’ to win”
after the mask, then done it again
turn your sounds up, get drunk, crash to it
bounce, my n~gga—shake your ass to it
spit fire—this beat like addin’ gas to it
give me the gloves and the mask—i’ll do it
give me a mic and a crowd—i’ll move it
get my ike staff powder, they move it
like erick and marvin—“it’s just like music”
n~ggas got guns, but is they gon’ use it?
[chorus]
no! is y’all nice like me? (no!)
do y’all rip mics like me? (no!)
can y’all stand with no ice like me? (no!)
can you get the club hype like me? (no!)
can y’all write like me? (no!)
the cops said that you got some i.d.? (no!)
can they stop the hip~hop industry? (no!)
do you remember me? (h~ll no!)
do y’all get down like this? (no!)
hold your ground like this? (no!)
[verse 2]
this chick said, “could you buy me some cris?” (no!)
put it back—stabbin’ cats, get a shiv in your back
i’m reppin’ p.a.—put the hill on the map
keep noddin’ your head—you feelin’ the track
chicks bobbin’ their heads—i’m feelin’ that yak
fk the football, lil’ children be strapped
step in the booth, i be k!llin’ the track
it’s crazy—you can make millions off rap
done dealin’ that crack—y’all fked up now
i’m outta here—somebody get stuck up now
pop bottles, roll up, get fked up now
the life of the struggle—we hustle
fk stumbles, pull guns like athletes
pull muscles
cross over your bars like mike, the russell—my ikes’ll rush you
never blew up, but i tried to ball
came through, get your food up
‘cause they wearin’ ja~ja
roll over beats like tarzan, y’all
weak flows, wack beats, we bury ‘em all
joe beast—n~ggas been fearin’ y’all
roll on your whole squad like iceman
lose your life, man—just for that ice, man
look, why you think i was writin’, man?
they not spittin’ hard like tyson, man
n~ggas risk life with that life in they hand
hustlers at night with that white in they hand
feds ask, “could they get it down for seven?” (no!)
it’s a new day—send it your way
while you on your two~way
you know that’s how n~ggas do it these days
[chorus/outro]
no, man—y’all fkin’ with beast? (no!)
no, man—y’all packin’ the heat? (no!)
no, man—y’all fkin’ with streets? (no!)
what’s with the f~~kin’ police? (no!)
(no!)
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