Bring da Beef

G.I.B., ChingyBuy this song

[Chorus: x2]
 Bring da beef to the streets (y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me (so don't run up on me)
All my people see (y'all don't really want it)
 Betta not fuck wit me ('cause our hood is on it)

I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin' wild
Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun style 
Call me One-eyed Willy since I sleep with my clothes 
Make money with my partners as I murder my foes
In all black clothes like the Grim Reaper 
Its G.I.B. and I'm my brother's keeper 
? will chop his fingers with an axe
 These trick-ass cowards should be wearin' Tampax 
What ya think this is, huh, a Lifetime story
Man I'm knockin' cowards off of my riders before me
Lay it down motherfucker and quit bumpin' your gums,
Ain't no peace in the slums just bums and crumbs 

[Chorus]

 Police say G.I.B. is a game
But we hooded up doin' our family thing
 Straight up hang and swing in the city of ?
Increasin' my change to an impeccable range
That you can't reach, if you listen I'll teach 
Of course I'm a beast on them tracks I release  Whether East or West, I envision a check 
That my show pay, I'm a predator, hey
So where's my prey 'cause it's possible for me to be poppin today
I'll keep rockin' the ? in the home of your place 
Bet you won't wanna stay
Keep the chrome in your face
 Betta watch what you say, hey

[Chorus]

I'm ?
Disturbin' the streets 
Money's my mission but the way I live ain't no guarantees 
Just visions of casualties, sworn to municipalities 
Got 'em after me 'cause a coward chose to speak on how I eat
But I don't play when it comes to my meat
Like the ? brothers, leave 'em layin' between the sheets 
See we Get It Boyz, so we roll with the heat
If money got a problem, tell him he goin' get beat

[Chorus]

I'll put you lames in the place where you're eternally restin'
And for that player-hatin' testin', you gon' meet the Smith and Wesson  Cause these bad block niggas take no prisoners at war times  Respect mine, I'll have Guerrillas kickin' in your door time
We're deep with the artillery, impose on your spot
 Plenty G's plus a silly G to get your ass-knot
Ridin' in a minivan, contraband in my hand
Find these buzzards, split their wig, that is my master plan
I don't start it but I finish it a true gun blazer  OGM and H-man, them some true hell raisers 
From the WMPG, Northside ? street 
Stay equipped with the heat, so we can take it to the street, bitch niggas

[Chorus: x2]

Written by: ALONZO E. JR. LEE, CARL BOWERS, HOWARD EARL BAILEY, KAI SIMMS, LARRY PULLMAN, RICHARD ANDERSON, SHAMAR D. DAUGHERTY

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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