Hello. Yo What's up? They said what? Man, fuck them niggas man. Look here, just find out where them niggas at man. No need for no nigga to beno mothafuckin talkin. (It's goin down, fuck them)
-LaReece-(Krayzie Bone)-Chorus-
This beef is ready (Ready)/ Come and get it (Come and get it)/ You hatas, my heat is steady so if you with it, now or later/ ThugLine niggas gon ride tonight (Gon' ride tonight)/ Servin this beef; anyway you like (Anyway you like)
-Krayzie Bone-
You ain't no killa/ So don't be actin like you finna kill somethin nigga/ Bought that nine, four years ago and bitch you still ain't pulled the trigga/ You done heard about them Thuggish Ruggish Boys? Nigga don't give a fuck about nobody and fuck up you and your's, quickly/ Wanna bullshit me, get me pissy/ See how fast I get to clickin the trigger till the clip is empty/ Fuck this rap shit man, I just do this shit for fun/ Run wit guns, cause I know when it's over that it's just begun/ These niggas ain't even on my level/ Ain't even in it, but they won't let go/ I ask myself "Yo, who in the fuck is Fredro Starr?"/ Now rappin hands (?) act a fag/ Motherfucker, if you ever think you want some, bitch I'm right here/ So, what the fuck son/ (Slam) Oh yea nigga? This how we do it (Buck buck)/ Keep speakin for that chump, and you fuck around and get fucked up/ Hollywood, I'm the nigga from the neighborhood/ Crash your set and blow heaters and I hope we don't hit Moesha, fuck her
-Chorus-
-Kaymont-
Yall just some out of work actors niggas, playin a role/ But I'ma could show you what I could do, when my heart gets cold/ Yall niggas kill me (Who?) the ones who try to sound like Pac (Little Zane)/ Only the original thug niggas know the shit don't stop/ Why is you style stealing faggots still tryna rap like Bone?/ And all of you niggas thats thug hatin, gon' make me pull out the chrome/ Black gloves and ski masks and I'ma empty the clip/ Niggas is jumpin in beefs, they ain't got shit to do with/ Fredro mind your business this between us and your man/ Before you fuck around and get your little punk ass slammed/ Throw your guns in the air, but we wit killin clowns/ You'sa washed up rapper (Washed up) and we at the top of the cloud/ You thinkin crazy ain't Krayzie? Then you must be highly mistaken/ Just the thought of us eatin up, got your punk ass shakin/ Gettin prepared for the battle/ Cause every nigga goes to war/ This is ThugLine nigga, and we gon' settle the score (Thug-Line)
-Chorus-
-LaReece-
(Uh, Uh) I speak softly but I carries a big gun, like Eastwood/ Got these bitches goin and wonderin how she could/ Land on top, and still ball and serve yall/ You ridin on my tits, but prayin for my downfall/ What, you wanna jack my rhymes? And mack my grind? Trick, I'll lay you down for you jack what's mines/ (?) bitch, please, ain't no groosta shit you spit/ And if it wasn't for Dre, you scratchin your ass for hits/ And when I see you, the weed is up, I'm kickin out puffs/ The name is L-A-R-E-E-C me that's bringin the funk/ And see bitch, you don't want none/ And any hoe you bringin can come and get some/ That'll be the song I'm singin/ I put your black ass in the trunk with duct-tape and a dick in your mouth/ That shit you said was foul/ I have a (?) with your click around town/ 'Have you seen her?' on the back of a carton/ You and that skinny tramp Aaliyah bitch
-Chorus-
Recorded for the ThugLine/BTNHBoard.com album Too Raw For Retail