Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beef , by - Young Gunz. Release date: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Beef |
| Yo, C, hand me that muthafucking ratchet, man |
| These niggas talkin all that beef shit |
| Soon as this nigga come around the muthafucking corner, I’ma lay this nigga |
| Fuck this nigga |
| Hunnit rounds, lay em down from afar |
| Talking that trunk shit, laid em down by the bar |
| Spit it how I live it, yeah I’m down for the draw |
| Thinking I ain’t wit it, run around from New York |
| Though I Knew niggas, niggas is down wit the law |
| All new heat, niggas ain' down wit the broads |
| I ain’t trying lease I’m putting down what it cost |
| All you playa haters get lost, I’m warning niggas |
| Informing niggas we can take it toe-to-toe blow-for-blow |
| Grab you 4 teflons going? |
| Shoot em' up niggas is rugered up |
| The lead flying, somebody dying, suit em' up |
| Nigga you come in our direction |
| Shells in your fleshing |
| I was told homey squeeze first in thought of question |
| Niggas will never ever get on our level |
| Before you getting my chedder |
| Homey you kiss my bareta |
| If it’s beef fire it up |
| Yo it start from a fist fight |
| You know where it end right |
| Niggas talkin that roach shit |
| Getting they ratchet |
| Trying lead the only thing you love out to be bastards |
| Gotta walk down on them cause them feinds ain’t asking |
| That laser grip bullshit you mine as get rid of it |
| ? |
| what I got I let it breathe a lil' bit |
| Trust me that pump-action garunteed you a casket |
| Some crying other niggas was laughing |
| In my hood it ain’t good |
| Niggas get what they deserve |
| That Mauseberg 500 lay em' on the curb |
| All cause him and them had a couple words |
| Now mom dukes letting off a couple birds |
| Dubs cry, slugs fly most times it ain’t even over no pies |
| It’s just some regular of guys |
| Wanted dead or alive and in my hood they never ask that Question Why? |
| You know we right back at em |
| Tinted up on the caddy |
| Bunch of pistol grip and I fullied the automaty |
| Yeah, and I can care less if they bag me |
| Gotta hit em' where it hurt |
| While she coming out of church |
| Ransom a 100 grand it can get me what she worth |
| For I put her to the earth |
| And otherwise she murked |
| Just another T-shirt |
| Nigga lost in the sauce |
| Next time you know better f**kin' wit a boss |
| They know we tear the place up |
| Face fruity and the Jacob |
| Play tough big ass toolie cover the waist up |
| Call my ace up nigga? |
| on his way up |
| I told him bring the eight’s up and come one bring the K’s up |
| Coming straight up somebody block getting sprayed |
| Babies time to wake up somebody shooting again |
| Somebody losing a friend over music again |
| Happened before we’ll do it again |
| YOU F**K AROUND NIGGA! |