Yo, C, hand me that muthafucking ratchet, man

These **** talkin all that beef shit

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

Fuck this ****

Hunnit rounds, lay em down from afar

Talking that trunk shit, laid em down by the bar

Spit it how I live it, yeah I'm down for the draw

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

Though I Knew ****, **** is down wit the law

All new heat, **** 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 ****

Informing **** we can take it toe-to-toe blow-for-blow

Grab you 4 teflons going ?

Shoot em' up **** is rugered up

The lead flying, somebody dying, suit em' up

**** you come in our direction

Shells in your fleshing

I was told homey squeeze first in thought of question

**** 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

**** 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 **** was laughing

In my hood it ain't good

**** 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

**** lost in the sauce

Next time you know better f**kin' 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 **** ? 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 F****K AROUND ****!

{Chorus repeat 8x's}