ourse

If it's beef, if it's beef then let it go down rite now

If it's beef, if it's beef then let it go down rite now



Verse 1

Look, My flow is definate satisfaction

Cause the reaction I get from real niggas when I'm rappin

This pistol clappin... (All the jacka jackin)

Come hit this hustle

I kno this nigga been flexin showin his mothafuckin muscles



Nigga, I know you strong

But you been stuntin for to long

Me an my niggas don't like that we gone follow you home

Cutthroat to the bone an ima stress it till you know it

Cutthroat my own nigga cause he started gettin loaded



Fuck em I'm on a come up I been down for to long

I'm strapped a 2(or)4 nickels an both of them bitches chrome

I smoke droe all day

An take ecstasy

I ain't poppin if I ain't gotta bitch next to me



Back to the muscle man, I caught em flexin supa sunday

Hope he got his gun cause it's gone be gunplay up this oneway



He cadilacin

I'm cadilacin

Caught em up I'm traffic,

Tole double crossa go an snatch em an bring em to me



He got on over a hundred g's worth of jewlrey

Bat em up with the pistol, bitch(come make this bitch?)

Cooperation, act rite

Take yo lick, did you say you live that, fast life

Everything goes



Logga black jumped in his whip

Tole em follow behind me, we goin dump his shit

I see his true colors he cryin like a punk bitch
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com

Shut the fuck up, for I hit you with the... pump bitch

Nigga Wassup



Who you want me to call for ya

I kno your big dawg, what's his name

Break it off for ya

He already know I on give a fuck I'm over due

Ain't no excuses for none of the shit soulja do



Ima leave em buck naked

Close the slots there pass me a shoe

An let yo round put a hit out over the issue

I'm true to it



Course x2



Verse 2



If it's beef then nigga let it be

I bet these mothafuckers wouldn't see a better me

I hope you own purp nigga

Shit you better be

Because we comin an we comin throught

Every ally, every cut, every street



I'm streamin hot

I'm on fire like the devil be

Flames from the K shine bright like my bezel b

I had to see, I was like fuck what they was tellin me

Murder in the first degree

Muthafuck a felony



Young badass

Shit I needed the fast cash

Hit em in his dome take his stash

Then I dash fast



Nobody seen shit

Plus we in a mean whip

All black seat coop, with the black mags

All black Dickie fit, with the black rags

Covered by a white sheet, with the black bags



Nah that's shire nigga

An we gone ride nigga

Hit yu ina face to ya feet

Nigga die nigga



Course x2

add to
My Songs
Email
Print