[Chorus:]
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Bring da beef to the streets (y'all don't really want it)
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Keep the heat with me (so don't run up on me)
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All my people see (y'all don't really want it)
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Betta not fuck wit me ('cause our hood is on it)
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[repeat]
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[Verse 1:]
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I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin wild
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Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun style
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Call me One-eyed Willy since I sleep with my clothes
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Make money with my partners as I murder my foes
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In all black clothes like the Grim Reaper
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Its G.I.B. and I'm my brother's keeper
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[?] will chop his fingers with an axe
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These trick-ass cowards should be wearin tampax
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What ya think this is, huh, a Lifetime story
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Man I'm knockin cowards off of my riders before me
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Lay it down muthafucka and quit bumpin your gums,
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Aint no peace in the slums just bums and crumbs
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[chorus]
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[Verse 2:]
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Police say G.I.B. is a game
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But we hooded up doin our family thing
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Straight up hang and swang in the city of ?
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Increasin my change to an impeccable range
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That you can't reach, if you listen I'll teach
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Of course I'm a beast on them tracks I release
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Whether East or West, I envision a check
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That my show pay, I'm a predator, hey
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So where's my prey 'cause it's possible for me to be poppin today
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I'll keep rockin the ? in the home of your place
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Bet you won't wanna stay
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Keep the chrome in your face
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Betta watch what you say, hey
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[chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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I'm ?
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Disturbin the streets
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Money's my mission but the way I live aint no guarantees
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Just visions of casualties, sworn to municipalities
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Got 'em after me 'cause a coward chose to speak on how I eat
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But I don't play when it comes to my meat
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Like the ? brothers, leave 'em layin between the sheets
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See we Get It Boyz, so we roll with the heat
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If money got a problem, tell him he gon' get beat
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[chorus]
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[Verse 4:]
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I'll put you lames in the place where you're eternally restin
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And for that player-hatin testin, you gon' meet the Smith and Wesson
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'cause these bad block niggas take no prisoners at war times
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Respect mine, I'll have Guerrillas kickin in your door time
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We're deep with the artillery, impose on your spot
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Plenty G's plus a silly G to get your ass-knot
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Ridin in a minivan, contraband in my hand
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Find these buzzards, split their wig, that is my master plan
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I don't start it but I finish it a true gun blazer
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OGM and H-man, them some true hell raisers
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From the WMPG, Northside ? street
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Stay equipped with the heat, so we can take it to the street, bitch niggas
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[chorus x2]
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Bring Da Beef
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Chingy |