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born threat - blacc mobb diss lyrics

[intro: ak]
(beef if what you want, then i put four up into you…)
ay man, these p+ssy ass n+ggas don’t want no beef man
i don’t give a f+ck who it is man, gutta b+tches, motherf+cking the p+ssy members the posse whatever the f+ck y’all n+ggas call y’all selves man
all ya sucka ass n+ggas cliqued up shawty
what the f+ck that supposed to mean shawty?
mean y’all n+ggas cl!cked up take on my squad? y’all n+ggas had to go form a whole f+cking alliance of b+tches to take on these threats man?
y’all ain’t no real n+gga man, y’all n+ggas p+ssy man
then y’all want to godd+mn jump on a n+gga when you see a n+gga by himself y’all n+ggas dont wanna square up 1 on 1. i dare one of y’all f+ck n+ggas to square up 1 on 1 with me, ok i put fear in y’all b+tch ass n+ggas

verse 1:
see i’ma vеrse first squirt squirt, skeet squirt in his eye
for scrеaming murk murk, her get murked he skeet squirt til he die
bring the heat back for me, shaq, run up here get beat back
your body missing they just bring your head and yo feet back
for claiming they supposed to be thugs, until im throwing their body over the counter like some pharmacy drugs
i won’t be satisfied til the chopper chop his ass up
then make that n+gga die, liquify and mop his ass up
dp be in the posse, p+ssy poppin like punks
probably p+ssy pop for pay, thats why lil 3 gone pop the trunk
and popping p+ssy n+ggas plenty, plus ny partner got a pump
pick his p+ssy partner up and power drive him till he slumped, n+gga

[chorus: ak]
beef is what you want+the beef is what you+ beef is what+beef is what
beef is what you want+the beef is what you+beef is what+beef is what
beef is what you want then i put four up into you
or put your chest under your ankles like some low top tennis shoes
beef is what you want+the beef is what you+ beef is what+beef is what
beef is what you want+the beef is what you+ beef is what+beef is what
beef is what you want then i put four up into you
or put your chest under your ankles like some low top tennis shoes
verse 2:
shawty f+ck the gutta boys gb stand for gutta b+tches
and f+cking with them threats boy you must be on some other sh+t
i’m a threat and best believe that i’ll shoot ya boy
n+gga don’t get mad cuz these hoes don’t want to juke yo boy
this fat n+gga claim he gutta, thats a no+no
how the f+ck you gon be gutta and you in love with my homegirl coco
i remember you, you was the fat kid that got picked on
so you ran to arrendale and started a clique like you the sh+t homie
you got your clique and that’s okay but you still fake bruh
and thinking you could beat us that’s a dream you need to wake up
y’all ain’t gutta, y’all some b+tches screaming shoot your boy
but you couldn’t shoot the sh+t if you was sitting on the toilet, b+tch

[verse 3: lil e]
you lil b+tches, test my gangsta, you
shouldn’t test that cuz i’mma make you n+gga i heads open like e fresh pack (open em up)
of cigarettes and all you n+ggas gonna red correct
talking sh+t about the threats cuz imma leave you n+ggas wet
and yeah y’all n+ggas talking sh+t like you’re quite hard
not deodorant but boy i hope you got the right guard
imma have n+ggas like whoa, like i was black rob
y’all dont f+ck with bmf, y’all not really a black mob
y’all just some young n+ggas who are suckers and y’all lack cheese
suddenly they gangstas cuz they mamas bought them black tees
but when i bust, watch the young bucks raise up
f+ck gutta boys dps open ya k’s up
y’all .22 packers, i copped the .44 pack
and even all the fat boys in your clique gon run a 4 flat
y’all n+ggas ain’t no gangstas, y’all can’t
f+ck with us, so face it b+tch
but before that sh+t gon happen the college team will beat the pacers
i heard beef is what they want, it ain’t no problem, they can have it folk
slide the .45 in their mouth and squeeze and let that hammer go
i had to get you cuz you n+ggas stepped into my residence
have my n+ggas hop out like them n+ggas from dead presidents
and you talkin bout me shaq, you know i ain’t forgot right
imma leave yo ass like broke up b00bie from friday night lights
and for the last time, i ain’t gon tell you that again
and lil e dont give a f+ck so be prepared to meet your f+cking end
[outro: ak]
beef is what you want then i put four up into you
or put your chest under your ankles like some low top tennis shoes
beef is what you want then i put four up into you
or put your chest under your ankles like some low top tennis shoes

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