Beef - Young Gunz

Yo, C, hand me that muthafucking ratchet, man

These niggas talkin all that beef shit

Soon as this nigga come around the muthafucking corner, I’ma lay this nigga

Fuck this nigga

Hunnit rounds, lay em down from afar

Talking that trunk shit, laid em down by the bar

Spit it how I live it, yeah I’m down for the draw

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

Nigga 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

Yo it start from a fist fight

You know where it end right

Niggas talkin that roach shit

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

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

Nigga 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 ass toolie cover the waist up

Call my ace up nigga?

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 NIGGA!