Lyrics

You was my nigga now we beefin' I'm bustin' at you, you bustin' at me And it won't stop til' we both sleepin' We was claimin' the same hood fucked the same bitches And they knew, if I hit it you had to hit it too, we was cruel You was wit me when I first pulled the trigga You tried to shoot two, but your gun jammed so we pulled off, remember? I headed by your Mama house, for a couple of days Cuz the niggas we was beefin' with, knew where I stayed We was some down South niggas, Boot in the mouth niggas The wrong route niggas Typical niggas We'd just make a lil' dollar, sellin' weed to the needy Everything be fifty/fifty ain't no need, for bein' greedy You my dog, ha? So that's how we played it Niggas who hated, we rushed and demonstrated Why we ain't to be faded On this mission with get money, power, and bitches I would ever come along with these riches that's if nobody snitches I do a bid for you, take care of your kid for you But damn, look what these pussy niggas done did to you Hello? (Yeah, nigga what's happenin'?) What's happenin' wit'cha dogg? (What's happenin' with you nigga, nigga talk about you got some Beef wit me nigga) Beef wit you? Nigga you know I'm a real nigga, If I had some beef with you I'd come to ya like a man, It ain't like that between us, what it is is, you talkin' to these Niggas, and these niggas got you... Them niggas told you I blew up and I forgot about us The same niggas who was with you, and afraid to bust How could you listen to these niggas? When they mean no good? Muthafuckas ain't even from our hood And now you snortin' furl with em Off in that World with em Father forgive him he dancin' to some other rhythm Ever thought that we could work it out? We would meet, But as long as you with them niggas I be with that heat And that's deep, Cuz I made a promise to your mama when we was only 12 I would deliver you from evil and keep you alive and well Guess I gotta disappoint her, but you leave me no choice Callin' my crib with this "Murder, murder" tone in your voice What I'm a bitch or somethin'? I used to fight for you, Used to let you stay at my Mama crib when shit just wasn't right for you Look what you do me in return I guess I played with fire, so eventually it burns Hello? Hello? Man, this nigga done fuckin' hung up on me. Y'all think that nigga serious? It's World War nigga Once again, it's the fuckin' murder prince The ghetto commando, representin' niggas
Writer(s): Ryan Michael Robbins, Mac Vaughn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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