Want Beef - Lyrics - C-***

Intro: It's C-***, ya heard me? (Master P in here) (Represent that low Mid-East, wodie!) (thugs) From the unwild to the dead (wassup God?) (Where you at Fat Joe?!) You want beef boy? (Joe crack) (Oh yeah) (flex) Huh? Joe, haha hoodie-hoo! Verse 1: Fat Joe: Yo what the *** is goin' on black? You ain't never seen no combat These streets here like ?? and we on that Yeah we on that When you see those cats comin' with 100 *** that'll kill you Better run, and it's the God, Joe Creasy Liftin's so easy Fifth got a clip that'll grip your dome, cheezy, for sheezy Y'all don't wanna see that wodie, I'm from the streets Where the theme is to keep that mother You *** actin' like you really wanna hold beef Like these bullets I keep can go through your gold teeth Like we ain't those *** you really wanna be Signin' off, truly yours, C-*** and Joe C Chorus: C-*** You want beef wardie? (*** don't want no beef) You talkin' to me wardie? (Shoot 'em right through they gold teeth) You wanna see wardie? (*** don't wanna see us) I'm from the streets wardie x2 Verse 2: C-***: See, I was born into the streets I'm ahead of the game, it's like a bad habit Seems like I'm never gon' change See I'm a hustler, that means I'm never gon' get it I even ride, I mean like I get it See I'm a thug *** dog, I'm fresh off the block Hold up player, you caught me, with a mouth full of rock Ain't *** changed my *** Yeah, I'm on MTV, but I'm from the Projects Where ??? You and me, ain't no sunshine when I'm there, I'm there I'm from the streets, my *** in the hood, they be dyin' Where the key is, won't slow down, lay down I'll have you restin' in pieces Now listen up player, if you really want beef chorus No Limit Yo that's why...