Y'all don't want, beef   No y'all don't want, that   Get caught up in these streets   Get shot up by them heats      Y'all don't want, beef   No y'all don't want, that   Get caught up in these streets   Get shot up by them heats      Word to my cousin, the truth and no lie   Me and my dawg was in his brand new Land, puffin' on lye   Tameka came by, glossy-eyed as she cried   Lil' Jay got sprayed with a chrome four-five      That's my motherfuckin' man, get in the Land   Head to the rest, grab vests, switch whips to the Caravan   I heard an ambulance right up the block   Plus more shots, the shit's gettin' hot, pull up and park      By the back, pass the gat, hit the lights and lay back   Hold up, now roll up, yo where them niggaz at?   I know one of them cats from the projects with Jay   The first nigga move, I'ma pull this gun, spray      No delay, we stay night to fuckin' dawn   It's on, my head spinnin', feelin' my cheeks get warm   Tears drip as I stepped out the whip   Slipped a clip, had to get hit, uh-uh that's that bullshit      Y'all don't want beef   No y'all don't want that   Get caught up in these streets   Get shot up by them heats      Y'all don't want beef   No y'all don't want that   Get caught up in these streets   Get shot up by them heats      Yo, I can't believe my man since 3rd grade got sprayed   Bullet laced as he laid, chokin' up blood with no aid   Made money for the purpose of his daughter   Victim of an unmerciful slaughter, explain harder      Or don't bother, I'ma heat yo' ass like lava   Identified was that tinted gray Chevy Impala   Fleein' the scene, as the back tires screamed   Now for them my man [Incomprehensible], ruined his whole dream      Of playin' ball pro, bitch that's how it go   You let me know, I'll hit your whole fuckin' team with the metal   Mental struggle got my hand under the bubble   Tryin' to blow steam and leave the scene blood puddles      Snakes, whattup nigga? These niggaz ain't explainin'   Well, fuck it then, it's time for some gestratin'   Hit him in the worthless shell he came in   Murder is a sin, but it's worse him dyin' on revenge and I ain't havin' it      Y'all don't want beef   No y'all don't want that   Get caught up in these streets   Get shot up by them heats      Y'all don't want beef   No y'all don't want that   Get caught up in these streets   Get shot up by them heats      I ain't havin' it, reached in the bubble and grabbed it   Automatic cocked back and squeezed through his Polo fabric   Nigga duckin' and runnin', irrationally gunnin'   Thinkin' to myself, do I gotta hit someone      Then I heard shots from a back route   Fired back out, got shot, dropped and blacked out   Put in a clap out, didn't map out or act out the plans   Now I'm consciously layin' while bullets is sprayin' the Caravan      We can't lose, I hear shotguns then 22's   Left arm booze, or blood soaked through my Adidas shoes   Heavy breathin', a lot of bleedin'   Bitches screamin', put over on my good shoulder, started squeezin'      Out the back window, she gave the wrong info   Suddenly crashed into a Pinto   Hopped out, flew through the back yard, word to God   It's on and I felt the gat slip through my palm      Kept runnin', hopped the fence, hopin' that I didn't leave prints   Spotted a black Ac' parked with dark tints   Broke the passenger's side, hotwired the wide and slide   Another unsolved homicide      Y'all don't want beef   No y'all don't want that   Get caught up in these streets   Get shot up by them heats      Y'all don't want beef   No y'all don't want that   Get caught up in these streets   Get shot up by them heats