Beef Young Gunz

[Intro: Need Buck]
Yo, C, hand me that muthafucking ratchet, man
These niggas talkin all that beef shit
Soon as this nigga come around the muthafucking corner, I'ma lay this nigga
Fuck this nigga

[Verse 1: Young Chris]
Hunnit rounds, lay em down from afar
Talking that trunk shit, laid em down by the bar
Spit it how I live it, yeah I'm down for the draw
Thinking I ain't wit it, run around from New York
Though I Knew niggas, niggas is down wit the law
All new heat, niggas ain' down wit the broads
I ain't trying lease I'm putting down what it cost
All you playa haters get lost, I'm warning niggas
Informing niggas we can take it toe-to-toe blow-for-blow
Grab you 4 teflons going ?
Shoot em' up niggas is rugered up
The lead flying, somebody dying, suit em' up
Nigga you come in our direction
Shells in your fleshing
I was told homey squeeze first in thought of question
Niggas will never ever get on our level
Before you getting my chedder
Homey you kiss my bareta