[Intro: AK]
(Beef if what you want, then I put four up into you…)
Ay man, these pussy ass niggas don’t want no beef man
I don’t give a fuck who it is man, gutta bitches, motherfucking the pussy members the posse whatever the fuck y’all niggas call y’all selves man
All ya sucka ass niggas cliqued up shawty
What the fuck that supposed to mean shawty?
Y'all niggas clicked up take on my squad?
Y’all niggas had to go form a whole fucking alliance of bitches to take on these threats man?
Y’all ain't no real niggas man, y'all niggas pussy man
Then y'all want to goddamn jump on a nigga when you see a nigga by himself, y’all niggas dont wanna square up 1 on 1
I dare one of y’all fuck niggas to square up 1 on 1 with me, ok I put fear in y’all bitch ass niggas
[Verse 1: AK]
See I’ma verse first squirt squirt, skeet squirt in his eyе
For screaming murk-murk, her get murkеd he skeet squirt til he die
Bring the heat back for me, Shaq, run up here get beat back
Your body missing they just bring your head and your feet back
For claiming they supposed to be thugs
Until I'm throwing their body over the counter like some pharmacy drugs
I won't be satisfied til the chopper chop his ass up
Then make that nigga die, liquify and mop his ass up
DP be in the posse, pussy poppin like punks
Probably pussy pop for pay, thats why Lil 3 gon' pop the trunk
And popping pussy niggas plenty, plus my partner got a pump
Pick his pussy partner up and power drive him till he slumped, nigga
[Chorus: AK]
Beef is what you want-the beef is what you-beef is what-beef is what
Beef is what you want-the beef is what you-beef is what-beef is what
Beef is what you want then I put four up into you
Or put your chest under your ankles like some low-top tennis shoes
Beef is what you want-the beef is what you-beef is what-beef is what
Beef is what you want-the beef is what you-beef is what-beef is what
Beef is what you want then I put four up into you
Or put your chest under your ankles like some low-top tennis shoes
[Verse 2: Dre]
Shawty fuck the gutta boys, G.B. stand for gutta bitches
And fucking with them threats boy you must be on some other shit
I'm a threat and best believe that I’ll shoot ya boy
Nigga don't get mad cuz these hoes don’t want to juke yo boy
This fat nigga claim he gutta, thats a no-no
How the fuck you gon be gutta and you in love with my homegirl Coco
I remember you, you was the fat kid that got picked on
So you ran to Arrendale and started a clique like you the shit homie
You got your clique and that's okay, but you still fake bruh
And thinking you could beat us that's a dream, you needs to wake up
Y'all ain't gutta, y’all some bitches screaming "shoot your boy"
But you couldn't shoot the shit if you was sitting on the toilet, bitch
[Chorus: AK]
Beef is what you want-the beef is what you-beef is what-beef is what
Beef is what you want-the beef is what you-beef is what-beef is what
Beef is what you want then I put four up into you
Or put your chest under your ankles like some low-top tennis shoes
Beef is what you want-the beef is what you-beef is what-beef is what
Beef is what you want-the beef is what you-beef is what-beef is what
Beef is what you want then I put four up into you
Or put your chest under your ankles like some low-top tennis shoes
[Verse 3: Lil 3]
You lil bitches, test my gangsta, you shouldn’t test that
Cuz I'mma make you nigga I heads open like e fresh pack (open em up)
Of cigarettes and all you niggas gonna red correct
Talking shit about the threats cuz imma leave you niggas wet
And yeah y’all niggas talking shit like you're quite hard
Not deodorant but boy I hope you got the Right Guard
Imma have niggas like whoa, like I was Black Rob
Y’all dont fuck with BMF, y’all not really a black mob
Y’all just some young niggas who are suckers and y’all lack cheese
Suddenly they gangstas, cuz they mamas bought them black tees
But when I bust, watch the young bucks raise up
Fuck Gutta Boys DPS open ya K’s Up
Y’all .22 packers, I copped the .44 pack
And even all the fat boys in your clique gon run a 4 flat
Y’all niggas ain’t no gangstas, y’all can’t
Fuck with us, so face it bitch
But before that shit gon happen the college team will beat the pacers
[Verse 4: Lil E]
I heard beef is what they want, it ain’t no problem, they can have it folk
Slide the .45 in their mouth and squeeze and let that hammer go
I had to get you cuz you niggas stepped into my residence
Have my niggas hop out like them niggas from Dead Presidents
And you talkin' bout me Shaq, you know I ain’t forgot right
I'm a leave yo ass like broke up Boobie from Friday Night Lights
And for the last time, I ain’t gon tell yo' ass again
Lil E dont give a fuck, so be prepared to meet your fucking end
[Outro: AK]
Beef is what you want then I put four up into you
Or put your chest under your ankles like some low-top tennis shoes
Beef is what you want then I put four up into you
Or put your chest under your ankles like some low-top tennis shoes
