Authentic and Blast on this one. Alchemist beat, D Block to QB
Lyrics
Authentic: Yo it's Authentic and Blast on this one
Blast: LAB mother fuckers!!!
Verse 1 Authentic:
Yo, if it's beef, you gonna bitch cuz thats what you girl whores do//
Man I got more hits than Big Papi, you got more bombs than World War 2//
It's Authentic and Blast, with a vengence for past, man sound of the devil//
Like England, round up your fellows, leave your body dumped around in the meadows//
I'm spittin heat, got a nine mille right next to me//
Cuz if it's beef you comin weak like a vicecktame//
And if you pull ya' crew in, they'll be left to bleed, cuz if it's beef, Authentic's on top, its official like referees//(DAMN!)
I'ma spank ya'll lyrically and I ain't around with homos//
LAB have you runnin like the sound of po pos//
Cuz most of you kids is more clowns than Bozo//
LAB gotta lotta connects, we move more pounds than locos//
Cuz if it's beef, you throwin jabs, i got that knockout, so spar wit me I been dope//
I be puttin hotter shit in the street than the Ferrari Enzo//
I put bags in the avenues like I was shoppin in streets//
I'm creative wit the flow, your punchlines are more common than be//
I keep the heat on my side it ain't no secret//
Cuz I'll get you hit by the mafia, and I aint talkin bout the next joint from three six//
Hook X2
If its beef I dont mind leavin you layin down//
lyrically or literally, mixtapes or underground//
If its beef dont matter if they think that you crazy//
tie you up, thrown you in, motherfucker thats mainstream//
Verse 2 Blast:
im dangerous, come fuck with LAB and the pain 'll just//
spread through your head neck and nose like motherfuckin angel dust//
if its beef? you dont want none, you abstainin from violence//
you afraid of the nine, even more afriad since its silenced// (pow)
but i wont lie, i aint bother keepin my heat close//
beat the fuck out you with a "Bat Outta Hell" like Meatloaf//
ask Lid man, he knows, hand you yellow tape and street chalk//
guarentee your mans will need it with the shit that he talks//
authentic dont waste time, we here to trash whores//
the only slugs that you got is slitherin on your back-porch//
LAB the top of the underground, controlin the hot spot//
the only time you ever threw rocks you was playin hop-scotch//
motherfucker you just an amatuer, but i fgotta hand it you ya//
your bitch aint a stranger to "beef", run in her and she "busts"/
barely pullin weed in your back yard, you clueless//
only joint you ever seen was on "my new shit"//
Hook X2
Verse 3 (Fist 8 bars: B, Last 8 Bars: A)
they call us cannibals when we eat you emcees//
beat feet from A and B, could have you killed for free//
we'll have you beef faggets locked up, you get it man?//
you motherfuckers caught behind "weak bars" like lil kim/ (AH!)
A and B better blow up, fuck it, bomb them kamikazee//
feelin it in your head neck and chest like Zidane and Materazzi//
and if you bother me kid, we'll have you killed where you stand//
its down to a -- 'method - man' like Wu-Tang Clan//
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Man I'm sick with it, I been right with the bars//
Fuckin wit me, the world will never hear from you again like an American Idol Star//
My crew move fast on the pavement, like a nitroed car, you betta keep heat close the street's cold//
Effin with A, I ain't gay when I say I'mma swallow the beef whole//
It's lethal, cuz when the guns spray you rabbit's food//
Some say I ain't rappin truth, but LAB be the reason the nuns pray on a sunday afternoon//
The mac will pull, blast ya'll fools if I've got offended//
No squashing beef, it's only water under the bridge if you're dead bodies in it/
