Beef lyrics

Artist  : Young Gunz 
Song : Beef



 Send "Beef" Ringtone to your Cell 

 {Neef Talking}

Yo C hand me that muthafucking ratchet man

These niggas talkin all that beef shit

Soon as this nigga come around the muthafucking
corner I'ma lay this nigga

Fuck this nigga



{Chris Verse}

Hundred round lay em down from a far

Talking that trunk shit layed down by the bar

spit it how I live it

yeah I'm down for the ?

Thinking I ain't wit it run around from New
York

Though I Knew niggas niggas is down wit the
law

All new heat niggas ain' down wit the broads

I ain't trying lease I'm putting down what it
cost

All you playa haters get lost

I'm warning niggas,informing niggas we can take
it toe-to-toe blow-for-blow

Grab you 4 teflons going ?

shoot em' up niggas is rugered up

The lead flying, somebody dying, suit em' up

nigga you come in our direction

shells in your fleshing

I was told homey squeeze first in thought of
question

niggas will never ever get on our level

before you getting my chedder 

homey you kiss my bareta



{Swiss Beats Chorus}

If it's beef fire it up{repeat 8x's}



{Neef Verse}

Yo it start from a fist fight 

you know where it end right

niggas talkin that roach shit

getting they ratchet 

trying lead the only thing you love out to be
bastards

gotta walk down on them cause them feinds ain't
asking

that laser grip bullshit you mine as get rid of
it

? what I got I let it breathe a lil' bit

trust me that pump-action garunteed you a
casket{Whooo!}

some crying other niggas was laughing

in my hood it ain't good

niggas get what they deserve

that Mauseberg 500 lay em' on the curb

all cause him and them had a couple words

now mom dukes letting off a couple birds

dubs cry, slugs fly most times it ain't even over
no pies

it's just some regular of guys

wanted dead or alive and in my hood they never
ask that Question Why?



{Chorus repeat 8x's}



{Neef Verse}

you know we right back at em

tinted up on the caddy

bunch of pistol grip and I fullied the
automaty

Yeah, and I can care less if they bag me

gotta hit em' where it hurt

while she coming out of church

ransom a 100 grand it can get me what she
worth

for I put her to the earth

and otherwise she murked

just another T-shirt

nigga lost in the sauce

next time you know better fuckin' wit a boss



{Chris}

They know we tear the place up 

face fruity and the Jacob

play tough big ass toolie cover the waist up

call my ace up nigga ? on his way up

I told him bring the eight's up and come one
bring the K's up

coming straight up somebody block getting
sprayed

babies time to wake up somebody shooting
again

somebody losing a friend over music again

happened before we'll do it again

YOU FUCK AROUND NIGGA!



{Chorus repeat 8x's}