| Yo, you better watch who you beef wit
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| You might be walkin down the street, then
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| Suddenly you hear tires screechin
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| Niggas’ll be hoppin out with heat and
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| Throw you in the car seat and leave your lady standin there screamin
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| The whole weekend, you get blindfolded and beaten
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| Nose bleedin, gaspin for air, wheezin
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| You got kidnapped and you don’t even know the reason
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| We even called your fam for ransom, they said, «Keep him»
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| Watch who you beef wit
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| Yeah, it ain’t no secret
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| Talkin that street shit’ll get you in some deep shit
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| See, niggas know who you be wit
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| Where you be at, when you be gone, when you be back
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| All of my niggas got doctor degrees in thuggonometry
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| We all know how to hold the heat properly
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| And how to conduct an armed robbery for personal property
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| And can go without food or water for 24 hours at least
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| We fugitives, who ain’t doin a bid, and shoot to live
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| Even if it means leavin you for dead
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| Cause niggas like you get scared, look for loopholes
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| Pick the phone up and dial 9-uno-uno
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| What happened to them crew of niggas that you talk about?
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| Them crew of niggas that you never walk without?
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| I know what happened; |
| y’all heard about the double-action
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| Portable gatling and y’all don’t wanna get blasted
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| Aiyyo we run up in radio stations on some unannounced shit
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| Catch the DJ off guard and roundhouse him
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| Duct tape his mouth then, put a pound to his gut
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| And force him to play five cuts off the up-and-comin album
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| Just the way I planned it, niggas’ll start to panic
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| Brains get hijacked like planes and crash landed
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| Bitch niggas pray to the Lord; |
| the black box
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| That was supposed to record the pilot’s voice got destroyed
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| So watch who you beef wit
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| And watch who you suck your teeth at
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| It’ll probably be somethin you regret
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| You get wet with horizontal rain droplets
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| Miniature rockets, comin out barrels of metal objects
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| Niggas get shot in the face
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| On the ground shakin like tectonic plates that cause earthquakes
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| Now you got your grill in the ground, how that dirt taste?
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| You shouldn’t have started this shit in the first place
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| Cause niggas is comin to get you, ready to rip you
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| With intercontinental ballistic missiles and pistols
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| Put a red dot on your head like you Hindu
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| Then put a hole in you big enough to put my open fist through
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| We could verbally diss you or we could get physical
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| Whatever niggas wanna do, we could do it too
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| Cause you a sinner, I’m a sinner, we all sinners
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| We rob niggas for they presents at they bar mitzvahs
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| We rob niggas for they body organs, and sold em to the highest bidders
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| Things like hearts and livers
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| One and a half million in cash when it’s delivered
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| Then go to Yom Kippur and beg for God to forgive us
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| See you the type that, finds violence real frightenin
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| Or hold your crucifix tighter when shells is firin
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| Sittin by your bed perspirin, tryin to crawl underneath it
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| You need to watch who you beef wit
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| Keep that low-down stinkin dirty motherfucker
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| You need to watch who you beef wit
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| You need to watch who you beef wit
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| Yeah nigga, watch who you beef wit
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| Watch who you beef wit |