Ending All Da Beef (feat. Arab)

[Intro: Soulja Boy]

Soulja Boy, Arab in the building

We ending all beef right now

Ya'll Niggas goin shoot by us so SHUT THE FUCK UP, NIGGA!

[Soulja Boy:]

Now let me tell you who the fuck I be

Soulja mothafuckin B

I be rep Chi-Lanta Ville

So get the fuck up off of me

Stacks On Deck, ENT

Whip doe with that palm tree

Man we got the pistol

Case you niggaz wanna fuck with me!

I'm goin make it rain but I ain't talkin bout no money

Gotta choppa on deck, and I aiming at you dummy

With da rubberband chain let it hang on my neck

When I get up on the mic, I puttin all you hoes in check

Go for pussy ass niggaz talkin bout they want some beef

I got me some Bating apes, and they try to copy me

Man, sit yo ass down with the busted ass Jay's

I'm the realiest in this hoe, I steal my city if you break

Nigga ask about me in yo town, I'm the one who shut it down

From State to State, Soulja Boy do shows and do heavy weight

I don't giva fuck, cause my clique about da action

If you run up off me wrong, then my thumbs goin get the blessin

Hoe you diss Arab, so I gotta get you back

Nigga I heard all yo songs and every song I heard was wack

So isn't lust the night, then let it go

And when they cut the lights on, you other niggaz on the flo

BITCH!

[A-Rab:]

Yo I'm fresh up out da chain, with my colors rearrange

Too much ice around my neck gotta nigga feelin strange

30/30, sixty mans, nigga whatever you call it

Standing in da top grands, so you know a nigga ballin

16, just a lil baby, you think it's a lie

Concrete through our hood watch da red touch yo eye

When I'm comin up, nigga I got five-to-five stackers

And I am the bomb, bitch, like a fuckin fire-cracker

Who you think you spalkin beef, blowin in yo fuckin TV

And my clique will knock and down n stach ya Jay's up off ya feet

I got fans everywhere, lined up to take my picture

If you haters don't know me, you could ask yo lil sister

Hair braided all right, and I finna hit the show

You might see me in yo city cause they Rab-it on the flo

All you haters, ya'll ain't even gotta buy my new CD

You hear my name everywhere you go, even on TV, nigga

[Soulja Boy:]

Bitch ass niggas ya'll muhfuckers quit hatin nigga

We goin round us and get da fuck over

YAHHH BITCH YAHHH!

A-C-T-I-O-N

Oooh you don't want it hoe!

We bout da action hoe!

We bout da action hoe!

We bout da action hoe!

We bout da action hoe!

(bitch nigga, I got me some Game, you goin get Stack On Deck

THROW SOME D MOTHAFUCKA, FUCK YOU NIGGA!)

[laughter and talkin]

[talkin: Soulja Boy]

Man I hope ya'll niggas love this shit

But I was just wondering

You want me to diss you so you could get a little bit mo fame

Or you want me to diss you cause ya'll niggas don't like us

Take dat back

Till Then

You don't want it hoe!

You don't want it hoe!

You don't want it hoe!

You don't want it hoe!

You don't want it hoe!

You could BOO before a show as I'm a come to yo city

And I'm a bring the whole mothafluckin Mississippi River

YAHHH!

[Laughter and talkin]

I got me some Jay's

I got me some Jay's

I got me some Jay's

I got me some Jay's

AAAAHGGUHUGHAHAUHUGHUHHHH!