| Song | Beefin' for Rap |
| Artist | Group Home |
| Album | A Tear for the Ghetto |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Aguilar, Heath, Saunders | |
| {Melachi The | |
| Nutcracker} | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus: Lil | |
| Dap (repeat 3X) | |
| 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 { | |
| Steph Lova} | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Yo straight like that, yo straight like that { | |
| Lil Dap} 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 | |
| Chorus 3X |
| zuo qu : Aguilar, Heath, Saunders | |
| Melachi The | |
| Nutcracker | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus: Lil | |
| Dap repeat 3X | |
| Straight like that, why these niggas beefin for rap | |
| Matter of fact, puttin | |
| Brooklyn down on the map | |
| No turnin back, rollin with my | |
| AMob cats | |
| Steph Lova | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Yo straight like that, yo straight like that | |
| Lil Dap 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 | |
| Chorus 3X |
| zuò qǔ : Aguilar, Heath, Saunders | |
| Melachi The | |
| Nutcracker | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus: Lil | |
| Dap repeat 3X | |
| Straight like that, why these niggas beefin for rap | |
| Matter of fact, puttin | |
| Brooklyn down on the map | |
| No turnin back, rollin with my | |
| AMob cats | |
| Steph Lova | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Yo straight like that, yo straight like that | |
| Lil Dap 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 | |
| Chorus 3X |