[Webbie Talking]

Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these lil bitch azz ni**az in here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage ni**a im Webbie ya heard me look

[Verse 1:]

I f**k a bitch till she real tired
and i aint f**kin wit her less she real fine i gotta lot money i aint gotta lie play me on dat funny
style ni**a gotta die why u spit dat nut out bitch apologize its real deal pimp s**t bitch recognize bitch
say get her some shoes then i reply all u get is a big dick dat circ**sized boosie dat 745 hurt they eyez
u got dat LI so ima get dat other kind a mothaf**kin straight gangsta dat who is i get outta line ima
stank ya dont even try murda murda kill kill all in my eyez me i take dat beef s**t and tenderize it i got
them f**kin skeletons all in my closet and it no class experiment some missing bodies bitch

[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)
Ni**az (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 f**k u ni**a i aint throwin no slurs all i know is streets and birds broads and cars and
malls big splurgin i used to steal wallets and purses now i feel wallets and purses all the real ni**az
while off my verses boot up retarded and send boys to hurses dont get me started cause boy i might hurt ya
drunk as a alcoholic ill woop ya ass purple slap ya and kick ya and treat you like urkle swang thru and bang u
no i dont think u heard me ku klux klan hang u then light u and burn u young savage what u wan do ni**a

[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)
Ni**az (Get shot at)

[Verse 3:]
[Boosie]

We come threw we stomp u, u owe us we chomp u we soldiers who want to knock a f**kin dome loose ima
always be a savage ima always tote dat plastic ima always be smart so boosie always gon wear masks im gon
always hit dat classic gon hold BR down with a whip 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 ni**az bow down to the feet of
some youngsta who dont sleep we body bag ni**az and we toe tag da feet we f**kin in da back seat we aint playin
wit no rookie we take dat money and we gon throw a party on dat pussy my life style is too cold my ni**az
we run threw hoes pass`em down like newports and rockin dem like new bauds got syrup by the case loads
we leanin like dem Texas boys and we dont karo dat s**t we aint tryna stretch it boy and 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 superstars bondin my ni**az out when they stretchin behind bars (thug life webbie)