{Neef Talking}
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Yo C hand me that muthafucking ratchet man
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These niggas talkin all that beef shit
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Soon as this nigga come around the muthafucking corner I'ma lay this nigga
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Fuck this nigga
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{Chris Verse}
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Hundred round lay em down from a far
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Talking that trunk shit layed down by the bar
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spit it how I live it
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yeah I'm down for the ?
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Thinking I ain't wit it run around from New York
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Though I Knew niggas niggas is down wit the law
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All new heat niggas ain' down wit the broads
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I ain't trying lease I'm putting down what it cost
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All you playa haters get lost
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I'm warning niggas,informing niggas we can take it toe-to-toe blow-for-blow
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Grab you 4 teflons going ?
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shoot em' up niggas is rugered up
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The lead flying, somebody dying, suit em' up
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nigga you come in our direction
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shells in your fleshing
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I was told homey squeeze first in thought of question
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niggas will never ever get on our level
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before you getting my chedder
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homey you kiss my bareta
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{Swiss Beats Chorus}
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If it's beef fire it up{repeat 8x's}
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{Neef Verse}
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Yo it start from a fist fight
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you know where it end right
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niggas talkin that roach shit
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getting they ratchet
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trying lead the only thing you love out to be bastards
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gotta walk down on them cause them feinds ain't asking
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that laser grip bullshit you mine as get rid of it
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? what I got I let it breathe a lil' bit
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trust me that pump-action garunteed you a casket{Whooo!}
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some crying other niggas was laughing
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in my hood it ain't good
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niggas get what they deserve
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that Mauseberg 500 lay em' on the curb
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all cause him and them had a couple words
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now mom dukes letting off a couple birds
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dubs cry, slugs fly most times it ain't even over no pies
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it's just some regular of guys
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wanted dead or alive and in my hood they never ask that Question Why?
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{Chorus repeat 8x's}
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{Neef Verse}
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you know we right back at em
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tinted up on the caddy
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bunch of pistol grip and I fullied the automaty
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Yeah, and I can care less if they bag me
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gotta hit em' where it hurt
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while she coming out of church
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ransom a 100 grand it can get me what she worth
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for I put her to the earth
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and otherwise she murked
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just another T-shirt
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nigga lost in the sauce
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next time you know better fuckin' wit a boss
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{Chris}
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They know we tear the place up
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face fruity and the Jacob
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play tough big ass toolie cover the waist up
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call my ace up nigga ? on his way up
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I told him bring the eight's up and come one bring the K's up
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coming straight up somebody block getting sprayed
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babies time to wake up somebody shooting again
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somebody losing a friend over music again
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happened before we'll do it again
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YOU FUCK AROUND NIGGA!
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{Chorus repeat 8x's}
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Beef
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Young Gunz |