Beast - Southpaw Remix

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Lyrics

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 mothafucking beast
 Ayo back to make you run around the game like its 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 you in your head until you tire
 (I'm a motherfucking beast)
 See the way we got my niggas is [?]
 I'm doing it again [?]
 Got a nigga wilding like he in a bull pen
 Look at me wishing
 Go down with the menace and I stop and I won't finish
 But I'll drop and I put skill in it, hotter than a skillet
 Pinkie fuck them with the guard, the gun is at your head
 Every single time you niggas see me, step beside the door
 Killing everything with a thousand gorillas, my homies so
 I suggest you bow to let your chick eat my salami slow
 Cry like a [?] niggas in the hood with that tsunami flow
 Get back homie before you get snapped
 Even got a bitch strapped in the club with a snub nose
 While I make them black with a banging and then crack
 Niggas in the head and back, everybody, 'til the club close
 Haters I see you sitting over there
 That's why you see me blacking everywhere
 I'ma motherfucking beast
 I'ma, I'ma fuckin' beast
 I'ma mothafuckin' beast
 I'ma motherfuckin' beast
 Fuckin I'm the fuckin' beast
 I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
 I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
 I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
 I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
 I'm a motherfucking beast right
 Homie welcome to the east side, where killers reside
 We playing 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 you 'til your neck is broke
 Choke with you with a Stethoscope
 That's how I kill a motherfucker in a heartbeat on a dark street
 (I'm a motherfucking beast)
 I'm a motherfucking beast right
 Keep it three, Five, Seven, in a Levis
 When the beam fries, house game could be used as the disguise
 Look in these eyes, blast, then you gonna see when the heat fly
 Yo, is it we dumb or is it the city we from
 Got us killing each other over these bread crumbs
 You fuck with me it's gonna be [?] Area 1-51
 This murder rap is red rum
 I done seen that nigga help you with a pistol
 Pull a gunmen out the window of a rental situation, detrimental
 Little kids are getting caught up in the middle, and they killed, it's accidental
 That's why I'm keeping a pistol, matter of fact capture my enemy
 Kidnap or slap him in the back of the Infinity
 Bandanas to mask the identity, start snapping like Charles Manson
 Or [?], fight back, attack me with energy, fight bad will add to your injury
 When I write raps you 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 your ass to the trinity
 Like death when it's after the Kennedy's
 I'ma motherfucking beast
 I'ma I'ma fuckin' beast!
 I'ma mothafuckin' beast
 I'm a motherfuckin' beast
 Fuckin I'm the fuckin' beast
 I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
 I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
 I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
 I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
 I don't know how I'm still hungry
 But they don't know how the IRS hung me
 What do you do when they take all of your money
 [?] like a bungee
 All of my grief it is making me unleash
 [?] opponents will cease
 So I'm yelling to the north, and the south, and the west and the east
 I'm motherfukin' beast
 When you don't have nothing
 [?] to go
 And you gotta get it no matter what
 Don't give that money to put enough in the gut
 I gotta be the killer because I'ma stunt [?] leave us in the dust
 The lupus killed my mother
 Something really stupid filled my brothers
 And now they beginning treating me ill like others
 When real life smothers, I kill like thuggers
 And bang, [?]
 I came to ice ya, a ring to nice ya
 She hanging knifeless, I'm stranger, hey bitch I aim when I spit
 For the winning I'm gonna increase
 The pressure when I'm having no peace, feel me
 Because I gotta eat, I won't let the demons release, kill me
 On your son I'mma feast, you're gonna need a bishop or priest
 I am that monster coming to get you to say the least
 I'ma motherfucking beast
 I'ma I'ma fuckin' beast!
 I'ma mothafuckin' beast
 I'm a motherfuckin' beast
 Fuckin I'm the fuckin' beast
 I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
 I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
 I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
 I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
 

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Duration
04:39
Key
9
Tempo
144 BPM

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