Boosie, I swear to God I heard one of you a bitch ass nigga up in here
Thrilling the time we all said, nigga, I'm wavy, you heard me
Look, gangster shit, look
I fuck a bitch till she real tired (you know that)
And I ain't fucking with her unless she real fine (you know that)
I got a lot of money, I ain't gotta lie (you know that)
Play me on my funny style, nigga gotta die (you know that)
Why you spit that nut out? Bitch, apologize (you know that)
This real deal pimp shit, bitch, recognize (you know that)
Bitch say, "Get her some shoes," then I reply (you know that)
"All you get is a dick, bitch, that's circumcised" (you know that)
Boosie, that 745 hurt they eyes (you know that)
You got that L.I so I'ma get that other kind (you know that)
A motherfucking straight gangster, that's who is I (you know that)
Get out of line, I'ma stank ya, don't even try (you know that)
Murder, murder, kill, kill, all in my eyes (you know that)
Me, I take that beef shit and tenderize it (you know that)
I got some fucking skeletons up in my closet (you know that)
And it ain't no class experiment, I'm mixing bodies (you know that)
You want beef? I got that
Dope? I got that
Hoes? I got that
Dro? I got that
Money? I got that
Cars? I got that
Pistol? I got that
Niggas get shot at
I know you heard of me, that beef ain't nothing but a word
You heard I creep and serve, bullets they swerve and calm your nerves
Fuck you nigga, I ain't throwing no slurs
All I know is streets and birds, broads and cars and malls, big splurges
I used to steal wallets and purses
Now I fill wallets and purses
All the real niggas wild off my verses
Boot up retarded and send boys to hearses
Don't get me started 'cause boy I might hurt ya
Drunk as an alcoholic, I'll whoop ya ass purple
Slap ya then kick ya and treat you like Urkel
Spank you and bang you, no, I don't think you heard me
Ku Klux Klan hang you then light you and burn ya
Young savage, what you want do, nigga?
You want beef? I got that
Dope? I got that
Hoes? I got that
Dro? I got that
Money? I got that
Cars? I got that
Pistol? I got that
Niggas get shot at
We come through, we stomp you, you owe us, we trunk you (trunk)
We soldiers who want to knock a fucking dome loose
I'ma always be a savage, I'ma always tote that plastic
I'ma always be smart so Boosie always gon' wear masks
I'm gon' always hit that classic, (that body clear) that hoe will be all down (for real)
With a whip so sick that make you boys turn around (oh)
Now we burning off the ground, the sickest in the town
Boosie and Webbie got the crown, you other niggas bow down
To the feet of some youngsters who don't sleep (we all sleep)
We body bag niggas then we toe tag they feet
You fucking in the back seat, they ain't playing with no rookie
You take this money, we gon' throw a party on that pussy (yeah)
My lifestyle is too cold, my niggas, we run through hoes
Pass them down like Newports and rocking them like new boats
Got served by the case loads, we leaning like detective boys
And we don't karo this shit, we ain't trying to stretch it, boy
And if you know me, you know me from getting loaded
You know me from looking sporty, you know me from pistol toting
You know me from candy coating my cars, rolling with superstars
Burning my niggas out when they stretching behind bars
Thug, thug life, men
