Rob Bailey & The Hustle Standard feat. Busta Rhymes - Beast | Текст песни

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• Rob Bailey & The Hustle Standard feat. Busta Rhymes
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(Intro)
When the sun rises
I wake up and chase my dreams
I won't regret when the sun sets
Cause I live my life like I'm a beast
I'm a mutherfuckin' beast

(Verse: Busta Rhymes)
Ayo back to make ya run around the game like it's a fire
I spit acid bitch like I got cyanide in my saliva
Watch me wet and heat shit up like I'm a washer and a dryer
While I beat ya in yo head until ya tire
(I'm a mutherfuckin' beast)
See the way we got all my niggas is open
I'm doin' it again, shimmering, it won't stay
Got a nigga wylin' like he in a bullpen
Look at me wishin' holiday home pin
But I will diminish and I stop and I won't finish
But I drop and always kill a nigga hotter than a skillet
Think you're fuckin' with a god? Ya got to be jokin'
Every single time ya niggas see me, step inside the door
Killin' everythin' with a thousand gorillas, behind me so
I suggest ya bow to let yo chick eat my salami slow
Cry like a ten year old, dazzled, niggas in the hood with that tsunami flow
Get back homie befo' ya get snapped
Even got a bitch strapped in the club with a snub nose
While I make them black with a bang and then a crack
Niggas in the head I'm back, everybody 'til the club close
Haters I see ya sittin' ova there
That's why ya see me blackin' everywhere

(Hook)
I'ma muthafucking beast
I'ma, I'ma fuckin' beast
I'ma muthafucking beast
I'ma muthafucking beast
Fucking I'm the fucking beast
I'ma muthafucking beast (ya don't want problems)
I'ma muthafucking beast (ya don't want problems with me)
I'ma muthafucking beast (ya don't want problems)
I'ma muthafucking beast (ya don't want problems with me)

(Verse 2: KXNG Crooked)
I'm a muthafuckin' beast right
Homie welcome to the east side, where the killers reside
We playin' war games, please hide
Ain't no signs of peace, so fuck a peace sign we ride
Bust shots from a car seat
Or maybe hang ya 'til yo neck is broke
Choke with ya with a Stethoscope
That's how I kill a muthafucka in a heartbeat on a dark street
(I'm a muthafuckin' beast)
I'm a muthafuckin' beast right
Keep it three, Five, Seven, in a Levis
When the beef fries, House Gang could've used as the disguise
Look in these eyes, last thing ya goin' to see when the heat flies
Yo, is it we dumb or is it the city we from
Got us killin' each otha ova these bread crumbs
Ya fuck with me it's gonna be cranberry and 151
This murder rap is red rum
I done seen a nigga dumpin' with the pistol
Pull a gunmen out the window of a rental situation, detrimental
Lil kids are gettin' caught up in the middle when the kill is accidental
That's why I'm keepin' a pistol, matter of fact capture my enemy
Kidnap or slap him in the back of the Infinity
Bandannas to mask the identity and start spazzin' like Charles Manson
On acid and Hennessy, fight back, attack me with energy, spiked bats will add to yo injury
When I write raps ya have to have a Bachelors in Chemistry
Or a Masters in Math to be in the actual vicinity
To pass me up mentally, to match my agility
From Aspen to Italy, I have the ability to send yo ass to the trinity
Like death when it's after the Kennedy's

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Tech N9ne)
People wanna know how I am still hungry
But they don't know how the IRS hung me
What do ya do when they take all yo money?
Get green like Gumby, come back like a bungee
All of my grief, it has made me unleash
On a bum all opponents will cease
So I'm yellin' to the north, and the south, and the west and the east
I'm muthafucking beast
When ya don't have nothin'
Only otha way that ya go is to mad toughen
The craft up in the lab bucking up to the bad luck in a flash upping the cash stuffed in the bag
And ya got to get it no matter what
Don't got the money to put enough in ya gut
I got to be the killer, cause I was stuck in a rut
My energy will neva let 'em leave us in the dust
The lupus killed my mother
Sumethin' really stupid filled my brothers
And now they beginnin' treatin' me ill like othas
When real life smothers, I kill like thuggers and bang
Fightin' my way on top of the game with the pain I write this
I came to ice shit, I reign tonight, sit ya hangin' lifeless
I'm Strange and hype bitch, I aim when I spit
For the win and I'm gonna increase
The pressure when I'm havin' no peace, feel me!
Because I got to eat, I won't let that demons release, kill me!
On yo soul I will feast, you're gonna need a bishop or priest
I am that monster coming to get ya' to say the least
I'm a muthafucking beast

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