[Chorus]
You was my n*gga now we beefin'
I'm bustin' at you, you bustin' at me
And it won't stop til' we both sleepin' (2x)
[First Verse]
We was claimin' the same hood f*cked the same b*tches
And they knew, if I hit it you had to hit it too, we was cruel
You was wit me when I first pulled the trigga
You tried to shoot two, but your gun jammed so we pulled off, remember?
I headed by your Mama house, for a couple of days
Cuz the n*ggas we was beefin' with, knew where I stayed
We was some down South n*ggas
Boot in the mouth n*ggas
The wrong route n*ggas
Typical n*ggas
We'd just make a lil' dollar, sellin' weed to the needy
Everything be fifty/fifty ain't no need, for bein' greedy
You my dog, ha? So that's how we played it
n*ggas who hated, we rushed and demonstrated
Why we ain't to be faded
On this mission with get money, power, and b*tches
I would ever come along with these riches that's if nobody snitches
I do a bid for you, take care of your kid for you
But damn, look what these pus*y n*ggas done did to you
[Chorus]
[Bridge One]
[phone ring]
Hello?
(Yeah, n*gga what's happenin'?)
What's happenin' wit'cha dogg?
(What's happenin' with you n*gga, n*gga talk about you got some
Beef wit me n*gga)
Beef wit you? n*gga you know I'm a real n*gga
If I had some beef with you I'd come to ya like a man
It ain't like that between us, what it is is, you talkin' to these
n*ggas, and these n*ggas got you....
[Verse Two]
Them n*ggas told you I blew up and I forgot about us
The same n*ggas who was with you, and afraid to bust
How could you listen to these n*ggas? When they mean no good?
Muthaf*ckas ain't even from our hood
And now you snortin' furl with em
Off in that World with em
Father forgive him he dancin' to some other rhythm
Ever thought that we could work it out?
We would meet
But as long as you with them n*ggas I be with that heat
And that's deep
Cuz I made a promise to your mama when we was only 12
I would deliver you from evil and keep you alive and well
Guess I gotta disappoint her, but you leave me no choice
Callin' my crib with this "Murder, murder" tone in your voice
What I'm a b*tch or somethin'?
I used to fight for you
Used to let you stay at my Mama crib when sh*t just wasn't right for you
Look what you do me in return
I guess I played with fire, so eventually it burns
[Bridge Two]
Hello?
Hello?
Man, this n*gga done f*ckin' hung up on me
Y'all think that n*gga serious?
[Chorus]
It's World War n*gga
Once again, it's the f*ckin' murder prince
The ghetto commando, representin' n*ggas