Beast (Southpaw Remix) – Rob Bailey & The Hustle Standard Testo e Traduzione

[Intro: Hustle]

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

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

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

[Hook: Bailey]

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)

[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]

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

My nigga 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 scratching like Charles Manson

Or [?], fight back, attack me with energy, fight back 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

[Hook: Bailey]

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)

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]

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, [?]

I gotta be the killer because I'ma stunt [?] leave us in the dust

The ruthless, killed my mother

Something really stupid, feel my brothers

And I'm beginning to treat my ill like others

With real life smothers, I feel like thuggers

So 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 devils release, kill me

Son of a feast your gonna need a bishop of the priest

I am that monster coming to get you to say the least

[Hook: Bailey:]

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)