Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Hanif Muhammad, Chris Ries, Kaseem Dean
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Young GunzBeef Lyrics:
Yo, C hand me that muthafuckin' ratchet man
These niggas talkin' all that beef shit
Soon as this nigga come around the muthafuckin' 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 [Incomprehensible]
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 tryin' lease, I'm puttin' down what it cost
All you playa haters get lost
I'm warnin' niggas, informin' niggas
We can take it toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow
Grab you four Teflons goin' [Incomprehensible]
Shoot em' up, niggas is rugered up
The lead flyin', somebody dyin', suit em' up
Nigga you come in our direction, shells in your fleshin'
I was told homey squeeze first in thought of question
Niggas will never ever get on our level
Before you gettin' 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 talkin' that roach shit, gettin' they ratchet
Tryin' to lead the only thing you love out to be bastards
Gotta walk down on them, 'cause them feinds ain't askin'
That laser grip bullshit you might as well get rid of it [Incomprehensible] what I got I let it breathe a little bit
Trust me that pump-action guaranteed you a casket
Some cryin' other niggas was laughin'
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 lettin' 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 comin' 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 fuckin' 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
Comin' straight up, somebody block gettin' sprayed
Babies time to wake up somebody shootin' again
Somebody losin' 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
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