Webbie - I Got That lyrics

[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)