Lyrics:

(Lil' Webbie:)
Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these bitch azz niggaz out here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga im Webbie 'ya heard me look

(Verse 1:)

I fuck a bitch till she real tired
And I ain't fuckin' wit her less she real fine I gotta lot money I ain't gotta lie play me on dat funny
Style nigga gotta die why you spit dat nut out bitch apologize its real deal pimp shit bitch recognize bitch
Say get her some shoes then I reply all you get is a big dick dat circumsized boosie dat 745 hurt they eyez
You know dat LI so I'ma get dat other kind I'm mothafuckin straight gangsta dat who is I get outta line I'ma
Spank 'ya don't even try murda murda kill kill all in my eyez me I take 'dat beef shit and tenderize it I got
Some fuckin' skeletons all in my closet and it no class experiment some missing bodies

(Chorus:)

You want beef (I got dat)
Dope (I got dat)
hoes (I got dat)
Dro (I got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
Niggaz (Get shot at)

[Verse 2:]
I know you heard to me that beef ain't nothin' but a word 'ya heard I creep and serve bullets they swerve and
Calm 'ya nerves fuck you nigga I ain't throwin' no slurs all I know is streets and birds broads and cars and
Malls big splurs I used to steal wallets and purses now I feel wallets and purses all the real niggaz
While off my verses boot up retarded and send boys to hurses don't get me started 'cause boy I might hurt 'ya
Junkie alcoholics I'll woop 'ya ass purple slap 'ya and kick 'ya and treat you like urkle slang you and bang you
No I don't think you heard me ku klux klan hang you the light you and burn you young savage what you wan do nigga

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3:)

[Lil' Boosie:)
Yo we come threw we stomp you, you owe us we chomp you we soldiers who gon to knock a fuckin' don loose I'ma
Always be a savage I'ma always toat dat plastic I'ma always be smart Lil' Boosie always gon wear masks im gon
Always hit 'dat classic gon hold BR down with a wip so sick 'dat make you boys turn around now we burnin' off
Da ground the sickest in the town boosie and webbie got 'dat crown you other niggaz bow down to the feet of
Some youngsta who gon see we body bad niggaz and we toe tag d'a feey fuckin' in 'da back seat we ain't playin'
Wit no rookie you take dis money and we gon throw a party on dat pussy my life style is too cold my niggaz
We run threw holes passin' down like new poles and rockin' dem like new bowes got served by the case loads
We leanin' like dem Texas boys and we don't kay roll dis shit we ain't tryna stretch 'ya boy if you know me you
Know me from gettin' loaded you know me from lookin' sported you know me from pistol toatin' you know me from candy
Coatin' my cars rollin' wit dem superstars bondin' my niggaz out when they stretchin' behind bars (thug life)