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Yeah (lalala lala lalala) You pricks are pissing in the wind if you think I'm gonna back down I'd rather grab my pistol and bang out. I'm official with a pistol .. man down 30 goons came to bridge and ran out I had to tell to tell my youngers stand down These pricks didnt bring sticks they brought planks out How you gonna bring wood to a gun fight and get run up out the hood?.. Dumb guys Internet murders with no burner My youngers slap the ting like Ike Turner Don't you know we eat beef like a nice burger Big Mac with extra cheese and get your lights turned out So it's best you turn your life around Or end up with your guys in the ground I'm fed up with this messing about It's about time we put this ??? 2nd Verse (lalala lala lalala) A man could never put his hand on me and get away wid it Ill get my bang on g .. Yeap K did it And I bang on beef I don't play gimmicks I keep my hand on heat and let strays hit him I'm a man of the streets I don't rate snitchin Best you mind how you speak or find your brain missing Letras de cancionesGet around on the streets on the pave twitching Fuck this Internet beef why these brehs bitching If they got a problem best they come and see me I'm the type to get the job done check ma cv Got a lot of steps to go before you step to me g I'm heavy on the road and I step freely And everywhere I go every hood feels me And everybody knows you ain't real g You just sit up on the Internet and spill beans And make death threats .. Ah bag of real geeks (Thanks to Jayda-Mai for these lyrics) From Letras Mania