I Got That

Boosie I swear to
God Ima hurt one of these lil ***** azz ****** in here
Trill Entertainment
Young Savage ***** im
Webbie ya heard me look[Verse 1:]
I **** a ***** till she real tiredand i aint ****in wit her less she real fine i gotta lot money i aint gotta lie play me on dat funnystyle ***** gotta die why u spit dat nut out ***** apologize its real deal pimp **** ***** recognize *****say get her some shoes then i reply all u get is a big **** dat circumsized boosie dat 745 hurt they eyezu got dat
LI so ima get dat other kind a motha****in straight gangsta dat who is i get outta line imastank ya dont even try murda murda kill kill all in my eyez me i take dat beef **** and tenderize it i gotthem ****in skeletons all in my closet and it no class experiment some missing bodies *****[Chorus]
U want beef (I got dat)
**** (I got dat)hoes (I got dat)
Dro (I got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
****** (Get shot at)[Verse 2:]
I know u heard to me that beef aint nothin but a word ya heard i creep and serve bullets they swerve andcalm ya nerves **** u ***** i aint throwin no slurs all i know is streets and birds broads and cars andmalls big splurgin i used to steal wallets and purses now i feel wallets and purses all the real *********** off my verses boot up retarded and send boys to hurses dont get me started cause boy i might hurt yadrunk as a alcoholic ill woop ya ass purple slap ya and kick ya and treat you like urkle swang thru and bang uno i dont think u heard me ku klux klan hang u then light u and burn u young savage what u wan do *****[Chorus]
U wan beef (I got dat)
**** (I got dat)
Hoes (I got dat)
Dro (I got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
****** (Get shot at)[Verse 3:][Boosie]
We come threw we stomp u, u owe us we chomp u we soldiers who want to knock a ****in dome loose imaalways be a savage ima always tote dat plastic ima always be smart so boosie always gon wear masks im gonalways hit dat classic gon hold
BR down with a whip so sick dat make u boys turn around now we burnin offda ground the sickest in the town boosie and webbie got dat crown u other ****** bow down to the feet ofsome youngsta who dont sleep we body bag ****** and we toe tag da feet we ****in in da back seat we aint playinwit no rookie we take dat money and we gon throw a party on dat ***** my life style is too cold my ******** run threw hoes pass'em down like newports and rockin dem like new bauds got syrup by the case loadswe leanin like dem
Texas boys and we dont karo dat **** we aint tryna stretch it boy and if u know me uknow me from gettin loaded u know me from lookin sported u know me from pistol toatin u know me from candycoatin my cars rollin wit superstars bondin my ****** out when they stretchin behind bars (thug life webbie)