I Got That

Lyrics

[Intro: Webbie] Boosie, I swear to God, I'ma hurt one of these bitch ass niggas out here, Trill Entertainment Young Savage, nigga, I'm Webbie, ya heard me? Look… [Verse 1: Webbie] I fuck a bitch till she real tired And I ain't fuckin' with her, less, she real fine I gotta lot money, I ain't gotta lie Play me on that funny style, nigga gotta die Why you spit that nut out? Bitch, apologize It's real deal pimp shit, bitch, recognize Bitch say get her some shoes then I reply All you get is a big dick that circumcised Boosie, that seven hundred forty-five hurt they eyes You know that L-I, so, I'ma get that other kind I'm mothafuckin' straight gangsta that who is I Get outta line, I'ma spank ya, don't even try Murder, murder, kill, kill all in my eyes Me I take that beef shit and tenderize it I got some fuckin' skeletons all in my closet And it no class experiment some missing bodies [Chorus: Webbie] You want beef, I got that, dope, I got that Hoes, I got that, dro', I got that Money, I got that, cars, I got that Pistol, I got that, niggas get shot at [Verse 2: Webbie] I know you heard to me that beef ain't nothin' but a word Ya heard I creep and serve bullets they swerve And calm ya nerves fuck you nigga I ain't throwin' no slurs All I know is streets and birds broads and cars and malls big splurs I used to steal wallets and purses, now I feel wallets and purses All the real niggas while off my verses boot up retarded And send boys to hearses don't get me started 'Cause, boy, I might hurt ya, junkie alcoholics, I'll whoop ya ass purple Slap ya and kick ya and treat you like Urkel Slang you and bang you, no, I don't think you heard me, Ku Klux Klan hang you The light you and burn you, Young Savage, what you wan' do, nigga? [Chorus: Webbie] You want beef, I got that, dope, I got that Hoes, I got that, dro', I got that Money, I got that, cars, I got that Pistol, I got that, niggas get shot at [Verse 3: Boosie Badazz] Yo, we come threw we stomp you, you owe us we chomp you We soldiers who gon' to knock a fuckin' Don loose I'ma always be a savage I'ma always toat that plastic I'ma always be smart Lil Boosie always gon' wear masks I'm gon' always hit that classic, gon' hold BR down With a whip, so sick that make you boys turn around Now, we burnin' off the ground the sickest in the town Boosie and Webbie got that crown you other niggas bow down To the feet of some youngstas who don't sleep We body bag niggas and we toe tag the feet Fuckin' in the back seat we ain't playin' with no rookie You take this money and we gon' throw a party on that pussy My life style is too cold my niggas, we run threw holes Passin' down like Newports and rockin' them like new bowes Got served by the case loads, we leanin' like them Texas boys And we don't kay, roll this shit we ain't tryna stretch ya boy If you know me, you know me from gettin' loaded You know me from lookin' sported you know me from pistol toatin' You know me from candy, coatin' my cars rollin' with them superstars Bondin' my niggas out when they stretchin' behind bars (Thug life)