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We Got Beef with Da Cops (AKA Thief in the Night)

Album cover art for "We Got Beef with Da Cops (AKA Thief in the Night)" by X-Ray Da Mindbenda & Ray Long

X-Ray Da Mindbenda & Ray Long - Rap

We Got Beef with Da Cops (AKA Thief in the Night)

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June 30, 2002.

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X-Ray Da Mindbenda ft. Ray Long - "We Got Beef With Da Cops (AKA Thief In the Night)" [Emcee(s): Ray Long] [Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda] [Verse 1: Ray Long] Give you a tape for your approval, slay crews Dump off and leave you laying in waste removal I'll stay confusing you, blaze a loose. I'm trying To quit, spit like I got bronchitis Ride the livest, nice-sized dick sliding In and out your bitch just like an icepick Get stuck, I stick for bucks, in it to win it For the biggest percentage of all participants Who take part in getting this dough, whether you a Hardrock or a sensitive ho, you're feeling this flow My niggas known like Hard Rock Cafes Slinging hard rocks on the ave or bay every day Fiends know to park a block away 'Cause traffic a drag, jakes scoping who copped the weight From quarters, eights, ounces to pounds I bounces 'round your town like my hood border your state And, like my birthday, I look for the cake Like ice and cream, me and my mic combine Make a nice team. Fuck a court case, I'ma Write sixteen bars, criminal ways Displayed at heights—you gots to be high, sight- -seeing to relate to the zone that I be in Little wildlife-eating, the predator Pray on weaker competitors, competing for cheddar, plus Speaking of register, empty yours with this Heat to your jaw. When they peek for the register, come get ya Bleeding on the floor, leave you all wet up So what you treasure more? Life or keeping your store? Fuck a preview, I'm trying to see it all like See-through, sneaking in your door just like thieves do We could be at war for more equal rights, might Have woke people. Lines so tight, they want a sequel With me packing, scenes getting it on Bombing like them Arabs on tourist attractions Arms who ain't built like that to even lift Is my choice for artillery, hitting at The enemy clips continuously Pop, then empty, drop, then pop, then emptied Again, reloading for circling the block. With Beef, my foes grow with Jeeps with holes in it Leave streets corroded. I don't pose In flicks—if you want to swing an ep', then leave your week's no- -tice, bitch, leap off the flow with the pogo Stick. If your parading bounce, you need a beat for this North, South, West, back to the East Coast Bring it back to these hoes wondering what my team grows I'll leave holes and your shit sinking Nigga just thinking, nigga just is blinking

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