Bring da beef to the (Y'all really 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 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)
I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin' to run up on your ass Tommy gun style Call me One-eyed Willy since I sleep my clothes money with my partners as I murder my foes
In all black like the Grim Reaper It's G.I.B. and I'm my brother's Richie will chop his fingers with the axe These trick-ass cowards should be tampax
What ya think is, huh, a lifetime story Man, I'm knockin' cowards off of my before me Lay it down, muthafucka and quit bumpin' your Ain't no peace in the just bums and crumbs
Bring da to the streets (Y'all don't 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)
da beef to the streets (Y'all really want it) Keep the 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)
Police say G.I.B. is a But we hooded up doin' our family thing Straight hang and swang in the city of Increasin' my change to an 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 a check That my pay, I'm a predator, hey
So where's my prey 'cuz it's possible for me to be today I'll keep rockin' the [Incomprehensible] in the of your place Bet you won't stay Keep the chrome in your face, watch what you say, hey
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 really it) Betta not wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
da beef to the streets (Y'all don't want it) Keep the heat me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all don't really it) Betta not wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
I'm [Incomprehensible] the streets Money's my mission but the way I ain't no guarantees Just visions of casualties to municipalities Got 'em me 'cuz a coward chose to speak on how I'll eat
But I don't play when it comes to my Like The Isley Brothers 'em layin' between the sheets See we Get It Boyz and know we roll with the If money got a problem, tell him he gon' get
da beef to the streets (Y'all don't want it) Keep the heat me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all don't really it) not fuck wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
da beef 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)
I'll put you lames in the place you're eternally restin' And for player-hatin' testin', you gon' meet the Smith and Wesson 'Cuz these bad block niggas no prisoners at war times Respect mine, I'll have Guerrillas in your door time
deep with the artillery, impose on your spot Plenty G's, plus, a silly G, I'll get ass knocked in a minivan, contraband in my hand Find buzzards, split their wig that is my master plan
I don't start it but I it a true gun blazer OGM and H-man, some true hell raisers From the WMPG, Northside [Incomprehensible] equipped with the heat So we can it to the street, yo, bitch niggas
Bring da beef to the (Y'all really want 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)
da beef to the streets (Y'all don't really it) Keep the heat me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all don't really it) not fuck wit me ('Cuz our is on it)