Beef

(الألبوم: Brothers From Another - 2005)

Yo, C hand me that muthafucking ratchet man
These niggas talking all that beef shit
Soon as this nigga come around the muthafucking corner
I'ma lay this nigga, fuck this nigga

Hundred rounds lay 'em down from a far
Talking that trunk shit layed down by the bar
Spit it how I live it, yeah, I'm down for the [?]
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't 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 four 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 cheddar, homey you kiss my bareta

If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, fire it up, fire it up

Yo, it start from a fist fight, you know where it end right
Niggas talking that roach shit, getting they ratchet
Trying to 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 might as well get rid of it
[?] what I got I let it breathe a little bit
Trust me that pump-action guaranteed 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

If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, fire it up, fire it up

You know we right back at 'em, tinted up on the caddy
Bunch of pistol grips 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 hundred 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 fucking with 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 pay him on his way up
I told him bring the eight's up and someone 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 fuck around nigga

If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, fire it up, fire it up