I’m a Beast Hit ’Em Up

Lyrics
[Intro] Alright First Biggie died, Pac died You know what I'm sayin'? Everything was cool, laid back Now we got this fuckboy Flex! (Blaow!) So we gon' do it like this: [Verse 1] Put 'em up on the scoop It's Mr. Bossalini the rider Got a Desert Eagle with slugs gotta go deep up inside ya First off, fuck Boyflex and his fake-ass name (Name) Talkin' dead on my dead homie to gain his own fame Fuck Fuckboy Flex, I'm the Flex Capacitor And the next nigga that flex be the next I massacre Incapacitate a motherfucker, leave him broke down and bleeding For talkin' shit about a real nigga that's no longer breathing Old coward-ass lame-ass game-less nigga (Nigga) I'mma peace to the nine 'til they can't tame me, nigga! It's two real-ass niggas dead over that type of shit That you tryna get started (started), fuck nigga You look retarded on YouTube cryin' Shit, I wish I was there to slap you Right when the first tear dropped, I woulda napped you Night-night, nigga (Blaow!) You the [?] above Shot yourself in the foot When you fucked around with the Mob It's still Westside, nigga, but I still love the East (East) But these bitch-ass niggas like you that bring out the beast I'm a beast, nigga [Outro] I'm a mothafuckin' beast You know what, man, I ain't gon' even ride on yo' mothafuckin' ass no more, man You ain't gon' bite that shit (Blaow! Blaow!) You know what, we gon' do the Fuckboy Flex Challenge So all you mothafuckas who don't like this nigga, what this bitch-ass nigga talkin' 'bout, man Let's see you get down, and spit some mothafuckin' gangsta shit This the Fuckboy Flex Challenge, man Ay-ay-ay, nigga, FUCK that nigga! Blap-blap-blaow!
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