t fuck wit' me You fuck wit' me and there's gonna be some fuckin' casualties (You can't fuck wit' me) [Beelow:] You comin' at some brave muthafuckaz and ballers
fucking top, look I got the SK's in the trunk, I got the AK's in the back We bout to handle this motherfucking shit right, this nigga Beelow think he
bodies What you thuggin in, them big bodies Them big bodies [Beelow] You like them woodgrain Suburbans on them 20 inch mo's Say you ballin out of control
Chorus 2: x2] Ya'll people ya'll better get ready for war You see it's war time, boy is you a soldier [Verse 4: Beelow] You gotta keep ya eyes peeled
like it ain't nothing to it Gotta floss on them haters make 'em respect my mind Uht oh you done had ya turn boy now its my turn Ballin 4 Billions in yo
punk, you's a pussy, you's a bitch ass niggaz [Thug Addict:] Tell me how you gon' try to compare to a fuckin' baller man Better go to war with Saddam
