| Eyo, bobby fought his best friend
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| Spent a year inside the pen
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| Split a motherfuckers wig
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| They shot him at his moms crib
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| Mike snuffed his own dad
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| Thrown out his own path
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| Started a little local war
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| They stabbed him at the liquor store
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| Eyo, pussy is like poison, more like a potion
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| Fantasized of it since a young boy with lotion
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| Got my first taste I was wide the fuck open
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| No more stroking I was leaving pussies soakin'
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| When Biggie dropped Juicy I met this girl Julie
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| Little bubble booty had a older brother Rudy
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| Who hung out with some Puerto Ricans like that Juice movie
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| Real life, Radamez, straight up go ahead and shoot me
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| He waited at the school as I walked through the snow
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| Acted like it’s my fault that his sister is a ho'
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| Had a knife in his pocket but what this faggot didn’t know
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| Is that Julie told me all about the shit the night befo'
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| Didn’t really wanna fight but nothing I could do to stop it
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| Had a beanie on my head and beat batteries in my pocket
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| Took the head off and dropped the batteries aside
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| Trynna build up the courage even though I’m terrified
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| Rudy grabbed me by the shoulder, I figure he wanted beef
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| So I spun around, swung and knocked out his front teeth
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| So Rudy in the hall the next day my heart skipped
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| But sucker walked right past me and ain’t said shit
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| Rudy really try to start beef
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| Lost both his front teeth
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| Stepped up and got smashed
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| His own crew beat his ass
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| Eyo, Rob fought this kid Jay
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| Killed the kid by mistake
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| Hit him with a metal bat
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| And Jakes whole skull cracked
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| Will worked at Wall-Mart now he’s just jobless
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| Wanna stick a weed dealer who live in his complex
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| But it’s such a complex task to accomplish
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| Need a gun, mask, an trustworthy accomplice
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| Holla’d at his homie Hector who he’s known forever
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| Got a little hacienda with his hunnie named Michennia
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| Stopped at his crib and walked up on his porch
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| And Michennia standing there in these little tiny shorts
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| Now normally a lady would just go and cover up
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| But this chick is walking 'round like she didn’t give a fuck
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| Will was probably thinking that she’s trynna give it up
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| Cause she keeps bending over like she’s picking something up
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| Hector walked out the house, slapped her in the mouth
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| Lookin' at them both crazy like, what’s that all about?
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| Will yelled like calm down cousin, you wrong
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| And start sticking his nose right where it doesn’t belong
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| Saying that he shouldn’t hit her, he shouldn’t be with her
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| And that he acts bitter every time he drink liquor
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| Hector starts spazzin', Michennia starts laughing
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| And he sucker punched Will in his jaw just for yappin'
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| And then you won’t believe what happened
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| Will pulled this little revolver out and started blasting'
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| Accidentally killed Michennia, but not Hector
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| Now bullets in his leg sets off metal detectors
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| Will shot his mans chick
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| Dropped the gun and ran quick
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| He hid inside his aunts crib
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| Now he’s doing a long bit
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| Eric got his brother shot
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| Cause he try to cockblock
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| That bullet was for Eric though
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| Beefin' over bitches
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| He killed himself a year ago
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| Beefin' over bitches |