Webbie I got That Letras:
[Webbie Talking]

Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these bitch
azz niggaz out here Trill Entertainment Young
Savage nigga im Webbie ya heard me look

[Verse 1:]

I fuck a bitch till she real tired and i aint
fuckin wit her less she real fine i gotta lot
money i aint gotta lie play me on dat funny style
nigga gotta die why u spit dat nut out bitch
apologize its real deal pimp shit bitch recognize
bitch say get her some shoes then i reply all u
get is a big dick dat circumsized boosie dat 745
hurt they eyez u know dat LI so ima get dat other
kind im mothafuckin straight gangsta dat who is i
get outta line ima spank ya dont even try murda
murda kill kill all in my eyez me i take dat beef
shit and tenderize it i got some fuckin skeletons
all in my closet and it no class experiment some
missing bodies

[Chorus]

U want beef (I got dat) Dope (I got dat) hoes (I
got dat) Dro (I got dat) Money (I got dat) Cars (I
got dat) Pistol (I got dat) Niggaz (Get shot at)

[Verse 2:]
I know u heard to me that beef aint nothin but a
word ya heard i creep and serve bullets they
swerve and calm ya nerves fuck u nigga i aint
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throwin no slurs all i know is streets and birds
broads and cars and malls big splurs i used to
steal wallets and purses now i feel wallets and
purses all the real niggaz while off my verses
boot up retarded and send boys to hurses dont get
me started cause boy i might hurt ya junkie
alcoholics ill woop ya ass purple slap ya and kick
ya and treat you like urkle slang u and bang u no
i dont think u heard me ku klux klan hang u the
light u and burn u young savage what u wan do
nigga

[Chorus]
U wan beef (I got dat) Dope (I got dat) Hoes (I
got dat) Dro (I got dat) Money (I got dat) Cars (I
got dat) Pistol (I got dat) Niggaz (Get shot at)

[Verse 3:]
[Boosie]

Yo we come threw we stomp u, u owe us we chomp u
we soldiers who gon to knock a fuckin don loose
ima always be a savage ima always toat dat plastic
ima always be smart lil boosie always gon wear
masks im gon always hit dat classic gon hold BR
down with a wip so sick dat make u boys turn
around now we burnin off da ground the sickest in
the town boosie and webbie got dat crown u other
niggaz bow down to the feet of some youngsta who
gon see we body bad niggaz and we toe tag da feey
fuckin in da back seat we aint playin wit no
rookie u take dis money and we gon throw a party
on dat pussy my life style is too cold my niggaz
we run threw holes passin down like new poles and
rockin dem like new bowes got served by the case
loads we leanin like dem Texas boys and we dont
kay roll dis shit we aint tryna stretch ya boy if
u know me u know me from gettin loaded u know me
from lookin sported u know me from pistol toatin u
know me from candy coatin my cars rollin wit dem
superstars bondin my niggaz out when they
stretchin behind bars (thug life)
Letras: I got That Webbie [final]