Beat the Case Lyrics by Mozzy, EST Gee & Babyface Ray is latest English song with music also given by them. Beat the Case song lyrics are written by Mozzy, EST Gee, Babyface Ray.
Beat the Case Song Detail
| Song Name: | Beat the Case |
| Singer: | Mozzy, EST Gee, Babyface Ray |
| Composer: | Mozzy, EST Gee, Babyface Ray |
| Lyrics by: | Mozzy, EST Gee, Babyface Ray |
Beat the Case Lyrics
Scariest s^^t you’ve ever dreamed
Thirty out the window with that thirty worst you’ve ever seen
With us, are you in it? Ain’t no in between
Loaded but we focused bro and them done slid the last 50 weeks
He thought s^^t was sweet
Bite through it now he missing teeth
Give him a forever sleep
Ask him ni^^as know it’s 2020
How kentucky killed more ni^^as than corona
I can’t see my aim bogus I’m a have to walk up on him
The triple cross, ask him if he helped us whack his homie
I know von gon hold it even if he had to eat bologna
He ain’t no scary on his holster leave a ni^^a shirt holey
Then right up to god
Mr. Spin them all in a different car
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Ryna get it finished up we spinnin’ tryna end the war
Redding out here coaching his little soldier wish I listened more
Trapping and my mack got many in the kitchen drawers
Cross the country I connect the plugs I’m the extension cord
I’m a real boss ain’t no way we stand on equal floor
I’m a be right here for sure
Just hit me if you need some more
Interior cherry clan inside a lamb
Remeber when I got you out that jam?
Who ain’t let it cram?
Who ain’t sit outside them ni^^as house 3am?
Ni^^a we don’t do no plan
It’s oils over xans like its bookies over za
More than 20 gang members when I push inside a spot
We them ni^^as that’s on god
Attorney want his wad
Prison priors prolly do me janky but it’s mob
Long as blood been on this job we gon throw the lob
Pour the fo’s in this little a^s soda pop
We got selections either drakey or the .40 pop
Just f^^ked the homies baby momma at the homies spot
Forever hgm and them until I’m slaughtered
They ask me to leave the back door open and made a offer
6 or 7th grade we was stampin’ s^^t with revolvers
I can get you clipped for a trinklet on my daughter
It goes, ‘hudadada’ ni^^a
I ain’t selling the chop cause it got sentimental value
Usalama mandatory keep the killers ’round you
When they found him he was stiff staring into space
With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face
I ain’t selling the chop cause it got sentimental value
Usalama mandatory keep the killers ’round you
When they found him he was stiff staring into space
With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face
Lil bruh gon’ beat the case
Use your head knowledge is power
Moving with my stomach still clutchin’ I’m feelin’ funny
Rappin’ got me hot but I’m still in it bruh dealin’ for me
Cleaner than easter sunday
Cup full of easter pink
Hardheaded ni^^a church service I went to sleep
Thankful for the addict’s perc 30’s they pay the fee
What can they say to me?
It’s all profit ain’t no blueprint to it
Just know I stuck to it
Grab my stick glue it
I’m prepared for anything
These streets have you in a maze
In the field like willie mays
Been through it they feel the pain
Rap game f^^ked up man half of these ni^^as lame
Gimmicks ain’t agin’ s^^t for they image I’m feelin’ strange
Clarity vvs on my tings is my wrist complete
How can I pay you for all the game y’all didn’t give to me?
Don’t get it it’s meant to be
Ain’t no sellin’ sticks cause I know this s^^t get deep
I ain’t selling the chop cause it got sentimental value
Usalama mandatory keep the killers ’round you
When they found him he was stiff staring into space
With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face
I ain’t selling the chop cause it got sentimental value
Usalama mandatory keep the killers ’round you
When they found him he was stiff staring into space
With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face
Lil bruh gon’ beat the case