Hook:
Who got a beef? Me!!!
Who got a problem? Me!!!
Who got a beef? Me!!!
Who's gonna solve it? Me!!!
Shoot me dead, fill my head with lead...
But ima keep on coming. With these rhymes instead....
...Got the bird on my chest, and I'm feeling red...
I'm really on a mission for the f**ing bread
... talking bout loaves of the dough now
...While I'm pissing on the government you know now
...It's easy to follow the thread. The sh** that they've do really ruins they cred
They k** for the oil, the blood on the soil
...Ain't yours so you ain't really trippin....
... I get it. It's hard for a person to know that they wrong and refuse to admit it
... Smash on the weed, screaming f** the law
I know my people gonna dig when they build the wall
I got the lyrical weapons, for the spiritual war
This muthaf**ing rap game is a scene from saw!!
That's how we do it in Texas... whether a hoopty or Lexus
The feelings infectious...
... get you a hussle.... better ya pockets
... down for the ruckus. The city of rockets
Taking the game to the ones who created it.........
... we're tearing it down and remaking it
Let there be never mistaking it...
...If the money's falling down , diatomic is raking it...
Hook:
(Who got a beef? Me!!!
Who got a problem? Me!!!
Who got a beef? Me!!!
Who's gonna solve it? Me!!!) x2