Beez Like That (Sometimes) lyrics

by

Redman


[Verse 1: Jamal]
Ya see, all these n*ggas wanna test my steez
I c*ck and squeeze on all phoney MC's
I still maintain and keep my eyes on the prize
Got to get the cream, n*gga better recognize (tell 'em why)
It's 95 and I gotta get mine (yeah)
Lampin' with the crew on the block, I keep the nine (what?)
For all the jealous motherf*ckers tryin' to bring the ruckus
Bust this, style and you know I stays dusted (what?)
Off the purple rain of pain, insane
n*ggas wanna see Jamal and then I Bring the Pain
Like Method, n*ggas second guessin' if they step
I let them motherf*ckers know where the weapons kept in
(it's in the back) My n*gga Erotic got it rollin' on the scene
Seen that punk ass n*gga and I shot at him (what?)
He was lampin' on the block
And n*ggas didn't see Jamal had the Glock (what?)
It had the scope plus the infared beam mind full of schemes
Cause a motherf*cker tried to get me for my cream (true dat)
It don't matter cause I roll like that
Droppin' motherf*ckers who be steppin' to the mass
The weapon the keep it c*cked
And n*ggas couldn't see Jamal they know I wreck shop
And everytime I rhyme, my lines be bomb
Way beyond yours just to make it primetime
[Hook: Jamal]
Cause I got my n*ggas and we got guns
It beez like that, we always stay strapped
Cause I got my n*ggas and we got guns
It beez like that, we always stay strapped

[Verse 2: Calif]
Yo I get Brave like Atlanta, stickin' n*ggas like Deon Sanders
When I pack guns like Bonanza (what)
Runnin' Rebel like Nevada, f*ck them whores (uh)
Lampin' on the O wit sess sticks and drug brawls
Maxin' like Maximas, flippin styles like spatulas
Calif rolls on cruise like pirellis on Acuras
n*gga know who I am with them phat raps
Wreckin' ghettos and turnin' b*tches out like crack cats
So fire it up and watch me get hot like two Glocks
Lock sh*t down like two cops bang bang like two shots
WHUTEVER, how you want it? Lyrically you're gutted
True to what I do my style is underground like subways (yeah)
Hey, who I be Raw Lif the chief rocka
The sh*t take ya straight to the streets of the east (motherf*cker)
Word is bon, f*ck peace
f*ck with Def Squad n*ggas be deceased, cut it short
(Cut the sh*t off)
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