[Webbie Talking]
Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these b**h azz n***az out here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage n***a im Webbie ya heard me look
[Verse 1:]
I f** a b**h till she real tired
and i aint f**in wit her less she real fine i gotta lot money i aint gotta lie play me on dat funny
style n***a gotta die why u spit dat nut out b**h apologize its real deal pimp sh** b**h recognize b**h
say get her some shoes then i reply all u get is a big dick dat circumsized boosie dat 745 hurt they eyez
u know dat LI so ima get dat other kind im mothaf**in straight gangsta dat who is i get outta line ima
spank ya dont even try murda murda k** k** all in my eyez me i take dat beef sh** and tenderize it i got
some f**in skeletons all in my closet and it no cla** experiment some missing bodies
[Chorus]
U want beef (I got dat)
Dope (I got dat)
hoes (I got dat)
Dro (I got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
n***az (Get shot at)
[Verse 2:]
I know u heard to me that beef aint nothin but a word ya heard i creep and serve bullets they swerve and
calm ya nerves f** u n***a i aint throwin no slurs all i know is streets and birds broads and cars and
malls big splurs i used to steal wallets and purses now i feel wallets and purses all the real n***az
while off my verses boot up retarded and send boys to hurses dont get me started cause boy i might hurt ya
junkie alcoholics ill woop ya a** purple slap ya and kick ya and treat you like urkle slang u and bang u
no i dont think u heard me ku klux klan hang u the light u and burn u young savage what u wan do n***a
[Chorus]
U wan beef (I got dat)
Dope (I got dat)
Hoes (I got dat)
Dro (I got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
n***az (Get shot at)
[Verse 3:]
[Boosie]
Yo we come threw we stomp u, u owe us we chomp u we soldiers who gon to knock a f**in don loose ima
always be a savage ima always toat dat plastic ima always be smart lil boosie always gon wear masks im gon
always hit dat cla**ic gon hold BR down with a wip so sick dat make u boys turn around now we burnin off
da ground the sickest in the town boosie and webbie got dat crown u other n***az bow down to the feet of
some youngsta who gon see we body bad n***az and we toe tag da feey f**in in da back seat we aint playin
wit no rookie u take dis money and we gon throw a party on dat p**y my life style is too cold my n***az
we run threw holes pa**in down like new poles and rockin dem like new bowes got served by the case loads
we leanin like dem Texas boys and we dont kay roll dis sh** we aint tryna stretch ya boy if u know me u
know me from gettin loaded u know me from lookin sported u know me from pistol toatin u know me from candy
coatin my cars rollin wit dem superstars bondin my n***az out when they stretchin behind bars (thug life)