What's Beef? (2008 Remaster)

The Commission, Uncle Paulie, Big Ditti

Caesar Leo DeGenero, Charlie Baltimore, Iceberg Slim

The most shadiest, Franky Baby, we here

We ain't goin' nowhere

Ask yourself, do you know what beef is?

Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre

Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G.

I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein'

Will reach the f**kin' ceiling, check, check it

My Calico been cocked this rap Alfred Hitchcock

Drop top notch playa hating won't stop

This instant, rappers too persistent

Quick to spit Biggie name on sh*t, make my name taste

Like a** when you speak it, see me in the street

Your jewelry you can keep it, that be our little secret

See me, B that is, I that is, G whiz

Motherf**kers still in my biz

Don't they know my ni**a Gutter f**kin' kidnap kids?

F**k 'em in the a**, throw 'em over the bridge

That's how it is, my sh*t is laid out

F**k that beef sh*t, that sh*t is played out

Y'all got the gall, all I make is one phone call

All y'all disappear by tomorrow

All your guns is borrowed, I don't feel sorrow

Actually, your man passed the gat to me, now check this

What's beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep

Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets

Beef is when I see you

Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time

What's beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep

Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep

Beef is when I see you

Guaranteed to be in ICU, check it

I done smoked with the best of 'em shot at the rest of 'em

Was about a hundred or more, maybe less of 'em

Got my rocks off, that ni**a from the Brook just be

Whylin' on you, just be stylin' on you

When I, tried to warn you but your eyes f**ked up

Now I cleared them shits with hits you on the f**kin' bench

Pardon my French but ah, sometimes I get kinda

Peeved at these, weak MC's with the

Supreme baller like, lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em G

Y'all niggaz sound like me

Y'all was grimy in the early nineties, far behind me

It ain't hard to find me number one with the booyaka

Gimme the Remi and the chronic ain't no tellin' what I do to ya

It's obvious the game's new to ya

Take them ends you make and spend 'em on a tutor ha

One shot, I'm through with ya

What's beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep

Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets

Beef is when I see you

Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time

What's beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep

Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep

Beef is when I see you

Guaranteed to be in ICU, check it

There'll be nothin' but smooth sailin'

When I spit shots, now your crew's bailin'

All I got is heat and tough talk for you

Tie you up, cut your balls off just to use

Man listen straight torture, look what that slick sh*t bought ya

A first class ticket to Lucifer, real name Christopher

Watch me set it off like Vivica

Here lies your demise, close your eyes

Think good thoughts, die while your skin start to glisten

Pale blue hands get cold, your soul's risen

It's bad 'cause I just begun, what make the sh*t real bad

I was havin' fun

What's beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep

Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets

Beef is when I see you

Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time

What's beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep

Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep

Beef is when I see you

Guaranteed to be in ICU, and I'm through

It's like that, like that

Like that, like that, yeah, I like that

Big Nash, hit me baby

On and on and on and on

Bad Boy, y'all know what it is

Sh*t, I don't want no beef