Key: E major
Verse 1
And you don't need a reign,
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only the legionaries
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Stop, check where you're
putting your feet, blood
You never know when you might
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step in a beast, blood
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Stop, check what you're
cooking to eat, blood
I'm stuck, minding your
kissing your tea fat
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Stop, mind how you're
running your gums
You never know who's in the
beef club coming with guns
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I'm knocking out blefts and chiefs
till they're pooping their briefs
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You're barking like a sick dog,
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I need to put you to sleep
Stop, shooting your beak like you're
Lee
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Van
Cleef
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I heard they're looking for chiefs
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Who you looking to eat?
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I'll leave you bleeding like a cunt that
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got juked in the streets
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Don't make me tongue pat your 32 teeth,
your two teeth
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I've got a stronghold on this bumbo
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and I'm too deep
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Don't touch what you can't
afford when you're too cheap
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It's a publicity stunt for publicity purposes
I shouldn't even respond,
really this is some worthless shit
I don't even know what
you're fighting for
Cause I don't see no beef,
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all I see is knives and forks
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you've been biting pork
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Looking like a cross between
Luke
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Chadwick and
Dwight
Yoak
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spat over the latest hot beat
You've been on my nuts
like pews for years
Plus you must be drinking mad
pot's piss in your beers
What, you think I'm scared of you?
but I ain't never cared
Bitch stop, check where you're
puttin' your flea blood
You never know where you
might step in a beef job
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Stop, check what you're
cookin' to eat
Blood, you never know you might
be cookin' a beef cut
Stop, mind if you're kissin' your tea fat
Stop, mind how you're
runnin' your gums
You never know who's in the
beef club comin' with guns
This is your funeral, your funeral,
your funeral, your funeral
I'm a
London giant amongst men, like a
Nerie
Wolfe
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Monkey see, monkey do,
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he haven't dared before
But don't get too comfortable,
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my fuse box is very short
This rap beef is rare and bloody,
go fuzzy with them scary folks
I'm right there in your night
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mare to bury your corpse
I judge man by his deeds,
not the colour of cream
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I don't follow a lead, I'm pussy,
oh you're out of your league
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I'm a champion, you're just a
Sunday pub team
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Leave lyrics to professionals,
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You're a drug fiend wannabe,
never gonna be shit
My flow so rough,
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it leaves pussies like you seasick
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I'm second to none,
go check the pedigree son
Of road dogs that's been eating
cunt like pedigree chow
You've never begun, so don't start,
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You muppet,
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It's criminal coming with that
minuscule petty beef
Should be on
Petticoat
Lane or
Sesame
Street
Cause you're a big bird that's had
too much sex on the beach, get it?
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Too many cocktails of rocks and strong
L's
deliverer's gone stale
I'm
Tony
Rotten cause I'm way past bad
Louis
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Vuitton and
Bax
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You want ex posure that bad?
Blaine, bitch
Stop, check where you're
putting your feet, blood
You never know when you might
step in a beast's blood
Stop, check what you're
cookin' to eat
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Stop, mind if you're
kissin' your teeth fat
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You never know you might
Stop, mind how you're
runnin' your gums
You never know who's in the beef club,
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This is your funeral, your funeral,
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This is your funeral, your funeral,
your funeral, your funeral
This is a disrespect record
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Yeah
We have to laugh after these boys though,
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you know
Bare disrespect
In all aspects
a deal with them fist up and check
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsBb B F F#
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