Bring Da Beef (feat. G.I.B.)

Chorus:

Bring da beef to the streets (y'all don't really want it)

Keep the heat with me (so don't run up on me)

All my people see (y'all don't really want it)

Betta not f**k wit me ('cause our hood is on it)

(repeat)

Verse 1:

I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin wild

Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun style

Call me One-eyed Willy since I sleep with my clothes

Make money with my partners as I murder my foes

In all black clothes like the Grim Reaper

Its G.I.B. and I'm my brother's keeper

(?) will chop his fingers with an axe

These trick-ass cowards should be wearin tampax

What ya think this is, huh, a Lifetime story

Man I'm knockin cowards off of my riders before me

Lay it down muthaf**ka and quit bumpin your gums

Ain't no peace in the slums just bums and crumbs

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Verse 2:

Police say G.I.B. is a game

But we hooded up doin our family thing

Straight up hang and swang in the city of ?

Increasin my change to an impeccable range

That you can't reach, if you listen I'll teach

Of course I'm a beast on them tracks I release

Whether East or West, I envision a check

That my show pay, I'm a predator, hey

So where's my prey 'cause it's possible for me to be poppin today

I'll keep rockin the ? in the home of your place

Bet you won't wanna stay

Keep the chrome in your face

Betta watch what you say, hey

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Verse 3:

I'm ?

Disturbin the streets

Money's my mission but the way I live ain't no guarantees

Just visions of casualties, sworn to municipalities

Got 'em after me 'cause a coward chose to speak on how I eat

But I don't play when it comes to my meat

Like the ? brothers, leave 'em layin between the sheets

See we Get It Boyz, so we roll with the heat

If money got a problem, tell him he gon' get beat

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Verse:4

I'll put you lames in the place where you're eternally restin

And for that player-hatin testin, you gon' meet the Smith and Wesson

'cause these bad block niggas take no prisoners at war times

Respect mine, I'll have Guerrillas kickin in your door time

We're deep with the artillery, impose on your spot

Plenty G's plus a silly G to get your ass-knot

Ridin in a minivan, contraband in my hand

Find these buzzards, split their wig, that is my master plan

I don't start it but I finish it a true gun blazer

OGM and H-man, them some true hell raisers

From the WMPG, Northside ? street

Stay equipped with the heat, so we can take it to the street, bitch niggas

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