Beef (Young Gunz)

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 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' 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 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