504 Boyz - Beefing Lyrics
Huh!Ha!Yea(lets go get this ***** ass nigga)Let me tell you a little story about...About this nigga I knew...This nigga I knew...Jus-just...Look(chorus)You was my nigga, now we beefinIm bustin at youYou bustin at meAnd it wont stop till we both sleepin(its world war nigga)(check this shit out)Chorus[verse 1]We was claimin the same hood*****ed the same *****es (same *****es)And they knewIf I hit it, you had to hit it tooWe was crewYou was with me when I first pulled the triggerYou tried to shoot too, but your gun jammedSo we pulled off..ya remember?I hid by your mama house for a couple of daysCause the niggaz we was beefin with knew where I stayedWe were some down south niggazBootin em out niggazThe wrong route niggaz...Typical niggazWe just nickel and dime itSellin weed...to the needyEverything be 50-50Aint no need for being greedyYou my dogg, huh? (for sho bro)So thats how we played itNiggaz who hated...We rushin them and demonstratedWhile we aint to be fadedOn this mission to get money, power, and *****esOr whatever come along with these richesThats if nobody snitchesId do a bid for yaTake care of your kid for yaBut damn!Look what these ***** niggaz done did to ya<phone rings>(chorus in the background during the talking)-hello? ?-yeah, nigga, whats happenin?-whats happenin with ya dogg?-nigga, whats happenin with you nigga?Talking about you got some beef with me nigga-beef wit you? nigga you know Im a real nigga,If I had some beef with you,Id come to you like a man dogg...it aint like that between usSee what it is, is...You talkin to these niggaz...and these niggaz got you goin[verse 2]Them niggaz told you I blew upAnd I forgot about usThe same niggaz who was with you and afraid to bustHow could you listen to these niggaz?When they mean no goodMotha*****ers aint even from our hoodAnd know you snortin furl with emOff in that world with emAnd father forgive himHe dance to some other rhythmEver thought that we could work it out?We would meetBut as long as you with them niggazIll be with that heatAnd thats deepCause I made a promise to your mama when we was only 12Ill deliver you from evil and keep you alive and wellGuess I gotta disappoint herBut you leave me no choice...Callin my crib, with this murder-murder tone in your voiceWhat...Im a ***** or somethin?I used to fight for yaUsed to let you stay at my mama cribWhen shit jsut wasnt right for yaLook what you do me in return...I guess I played with fireSo eventually it burnsNigga(chorus in the background)-hello? hello?Man this nigga done *****in hung up on meYall think that nigga serious?ChorusIts world war nigga
