Beef-Young Gunz

　　　 Artist：young gunz Songs Title：beef Yo C hand me that muthaf**king ratchet man These niggas talkin all that beef sh*t Soon as this ni**a come around the muthaf**king corner I'ma lay this ni**a F**k this ni**a Hundred round lay em down from a far Talking that trunk sh*t 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' 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 Ni**a 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{repeat 8x's} Yo it start from a fist fight You know where it end right Niggas talkin that roach sh*t 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{Whooo!} 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 Ni**a 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 a** toolie cover the waist up Call my ace up ni**a ? 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 NI**A!