Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bring Da Beef, artist - Chingy. Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bring Da Beef |
| I’m a bad block crook out hurr runnin wild |
| Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun style |
| Call me One-eyed Willy since I sleep with my clothes |
| Make money with my partners as I murder my foes |
| In all black clothes like the Grim Reaper |
| Its G.I.B. |
| and I’m my brother’s keeper |
| will chop his fingers with an axe |
| These trick-ass cowards should be wearin tampax |
| What ya think this is, huh, a Lifetime story |
| Man I’m knockin cowards off of my riders before me Lay it down muthafucka and quit bumpin your gums, |
| Aint no peace in the slums just bums and crumbs |
| Police say G.I.B. |
| is a game |
| But we hooded up doin our family thing |
| Straight up hang and swang in the city of? |
| Increasin my change to an impeccable range |
| That you can’t reach, if you listen I’ll teach |
| Of course I’m a beast on them tracks I release |
| Whether East or West, I envision a check |
| That my show pay, I’m a predator, hey |
| So where’s my prey 'cause it’s possible for me to be poppin today |
| I’ll keep rockin the? |
| in the home of your place |
| Bet you won’t wanna stay |
| Keep the chrome in your face |
| Betta watch what you say, hey |
| I’m? |
| Disturbin the streets |
| Money’s my mission but the way I live aint no guarantees |
| Just visions of casualties, sworn to municipalities |
| Got 'em after me 'cause a coward chose to speak on how I eat |
| But I don’t play when it comes to my meat |
| Like the? |
| brothers, leave 'em layin between the sheets |
| See we Get It Boyz, so we roll with the heat |
| If money got a problem, tell him he gon’get beat |
| I’ll put you lames in the place where you’re eternally restin |
| And for that player-hatin testin, you gon’meet the Smith and Wesson |
| 'cause these bad block niggas take no prisoners at war times |
| Respect mine, I’ll have Guerrillas kickin in your door time |
| We’re deep with the artillery, impose on your spot |
| Plenty G’s plus a silly G to get your ass-knot |
| Ridin in a minivan, contraband in my hand |
| Find these buzzards, split their wig, that is my master plan |
| I don’t start it but I finish it a true gun blazer |
| OGM and H-man, them some true hell raisers |
| From the WMPG, Northside? |
| street |
| Stay equipped with the heat, so we can take it to the street, bitch niggas |