[Webbie Talking]

Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these bitch azz niggaz out here

Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga im Webbie ya heard me look

[Verse 1:]

I fuck a bitch till she real tired

and i aint fuckin wit her less she real fine i gotta lot money

i aint gotta lie play me on dat funny

style nigga gotta die why u spit dat nut out bitch apologize

its real deal pimp shit bitch recognize bitch

say get her some shoes then i reply all u get is a big dick

dat circumsized boosie dat 745 hurt they eyez

u know dat LI so ima get dat other kind

im mothafuckin straight gangsta dat who is i get outta line ima

spank ya dont even try murda murda kill kill all in my eyez me

i take dat beef shit and tenderize it i got

some fuckin skeletons all in my closet and it no class experiment some missing bodies

[Chorus]

U 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 u heard to me that beef aint nothin but a word ya heard

i creep and serve bullets they swerve and

calm ya nerves fuck u nigga i aint throwin no slurs all

i know is streets and birds broads and cars and

malls big splurs 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

dont get me started cause boy i might hurt ya

junkie alcoholics ill woop ya ass purple slap ya and kick ya

and treat you like urkle slang u and bang u

no i dont think u heard me ku klux klan hang u the light u

and burn u young savage what u wan do nigga

[Chorus]

U 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]

Yo we come threw we stomp u, u owe us we chomp u

we soldiers who gon to knock a fuckin don loose ima

always be a savage ima always toat dat plastic

ima always be smart lil boosie always gon wear masks im gon

always hit dat classic gon hold BR down with a wip so sick

dat make u boys turn around now we burnin off

da ground the sickest in the town boosie and webbie got

dat crown u other niggaz bow down to the feet of

some youngsta who gon see we body bad niggaz

and we toe tag da feey fuckin in da back seat we aint playin

wit no rookie u take dis money and we gon throw a party on dat pussy

my life style is too cold my niggaz

we run threw holes passin down like new poles and rockin dem

like new bowes got served by the case loads

we leanin like dem Texas boys and we dont kay roll dis shit

we aint tryna stretch ya boy if u know me u

know me from gettin loaded u know me from lookin sported

u know me from pistol toatin u know me from candy

coatin my cars rollin wit dem superstars bondin my niggaz out

when they stretchin behind bars (thug life)