[Webbie Talking]
Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these lil bitch azz niggaz in here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga I'm Webbie ya heard me look
[Verse 1:]
I fuck a bitch till she real tired
And I ain't fuckin wit her less she real fine I gotta lot money I ain't gotta lie play me on dat funny
Style nigga gotta die why you spit dat nut out bitch apologize its real deal pimp shit bitch recognize bitch
Say get her some shoes then I reply all you get is a big dick dat circumsized boosie dat 745 hurt they eyez
You got dat LI so ima get dat other kind a mothafuckin straight gangsta dat who is I get outta line ima
Stank ya don't even try murda murda kill kill all in my eyez me I take dat beef shit and tenderize it I got
Them fuckin skeletons all in my closet and it no class experiment some missing bodies bitch
[Chorus]
you 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)
Niggaz (Get shot at)
[Verse 2:]
I know you heard to me that beef ain't nothin but a word ya heard I creep and serve bullets they swerve and
Calm ya nerves fuck you nigga I ain't throwin no slurs all I know is streets and birds broads and cars and
Malls big splurgin I used to steal wallets and purses now I feel wallets and purses all the real niggaz
While off my verses boot up retarded and send boys to hurses don't get me started cause boy I might hurt ya
Drunk as a alcoholic ill woop ya ass purple slap ya and kick ya and treat you like urkle swang through and bang you
No I don't think you heard me ku klux klan hang you then light you and burn you young savage what you wan do nigga
[Chorus]
You 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)
Niggaz (Get shot at)
[Verse 3:]
[Boosie]
We come threw we stomp you, you owe us we chomp you we soldiers who want to knock a fuckin dome loose ima
Always be a savage ima always tote dat plastic ima always be smart so boosie always gon wear masks I'm gon
Always hit dat classic gon hold BR down with a whip so sick dat make you boys turn around now we burnin off
Da ground the sickest in the town boosie and webbie got dat crown you other niggaz bow down to the feet of
Some youngsta who don't sleep we body bag niggaz and we toe tag da feet we fuckin in da back seat we ain't playin
Wit no rookie we take dat money and we gon throw a party on dat pussy my life style is too cold my niggaz
We run threw hoes pass'em down like newports and rockin dem like new bauds got syrup by the case loads
We leanin like dem Texas boys and we don't karo dat shit we ain't tryna stretch it boy and if you know me you
Know me from gettin loaded you know me from lookin sported you know me from pistol toatin you know me from candy
Coatin my cars rollin wit superstars bondin my niggaz out when they stretchin behind bars (thug life webbie)