The Group Home - Beefin for Rap lyrics

{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 k**in 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 n***as 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 'cause 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 f**er 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 sh**, 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 sh** 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 n***a is my n***a till the day that we die Clean out my inside before I rest my eyes This is for my n***as 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