Bring da beef to the (Y'all don't want it) Keep the heat me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all don't want it) not fuck wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
Bring da beef to the (Y'all don't want it) Keep the heat me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all really want it) Betta not wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
I'm a bad crook out hurr runnin' wild 'Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun Call me One-eyed Willy since I sleep my clothes Make with my partners as I murder my foes
In all black like the Grim Reaper G.I.B. and I'm my brother's keeper Richie Rich will chop his fingers the axe These cowards should be wearin' tampax
What ya think this is, huh, a lifetime Man, I'm cowards off of my riders before me Lay it down, muthafucka and quit your gums Ain't no peace in the just bums and crumbs
Bring da to the streets (Y'all don't really it) Keep the heat me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all really want it) Betta not wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
Bring da to the streets (Y'all really want it) Keep the with me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all don't want it) Betta not wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
Police say G.I.B. is a But we hooded up doin' our family thing hang and swang in the city of Kang Increasin' my to an impeccable range
That you can't reach, if you listen teach Of course I'm a on them tracks I release Whether East or West, I'll envision a That my pay, I'm a predator, hey
So where's my 'cuz it's possible for me to be poppin' today I'll keep rockin' the in the home of your place Bet you wanna stay Keep the chrome in your face, watch what you say, hey
Bring da beef to the (Y'all don't really it) the heat with me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all really want it) not fuck wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
da beef to the streets (Y'all don't really it) the heat with me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all don't really it) not fuck wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
I'm disturbin' the streets my mission but the way I live ain't no guarantees Just of casualties sworn to municipalities Got 'em after me 'cuz a coward chose to speak on how eat
But I don't play it comes to my meat Like The Isley Brothers leave 'em layin' between the See we Get It Boyz and know we roll the heat If money got a problem, tell him he gon' get
Bring da to the streets (Y'all don't want it) the heat with me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all don't want it) not fuck wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
Bring da beef to the (Y'all really want it) Keep the heat me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all really want it) not fuck wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
I'll put you lames in the place where you're restin' And for that testin', you gon' meet the Smith and Wesson 'Cuz these bad niggas take no prisoners at war times Respect mine, I'll have Guerrillas kickin' in your door
We're deep with the artillery, impose on spot Plenty G's, plus, a G, I'll get your ass knocked Ridin' in a minivan, contraband in my Find these buzzards, split their wig that is my plan
I start it but I finish it a true gun blazer OGM and H-man, them true hell raisers the WMPG, Northside [Incomprehensible] street Stay with the heat So we can it to the street, yo, bitch niggas
Bring da beef to the (Y'all don't really it) Keep the with me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all really want it) Betta not wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
Bring da beef to the (Y'all really want it) Keep the heat me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all don't want it) Betta not wit me ('Cuz our is on it)