时间：2005-11-18
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Biggie
We here
Uh huh
We ain't goin nowhere
Uh uhh
Diddy
Yall motherf**kers don't know what beef is
Biggie
Ha ha ha ha ha check out this bizarre
Rapper style used by me the B I G
B i g
I put my key you put your key in money we'll be seein
C'mon
Will reach the f**kin ceiling check it
Check it
My Calico been cocked this rap Alfred Hitchcock
Drop top notch playa hating won't stop
Uhh
This instant rappers too persistant
Quick to spit Biggie name on s**t
Make my name taste like a*s when you speak it
Yeah
See me in the street your jewelry you can keep it
Keep it
That'll be our little secret
Shhh
See me B that is I that is G whiz
Motherf**kers still in my biz
C'mon
Hope they know my n***a Gutter f**kin kidnip kids
That's right
F**k 'em in the a*s throw 'em over the bridge
Aaah
That's how it is my s**t is laid out
Laid out
F**k that beef s**t that s**t is played out
Played out
Y'all got to go all I make is one phone call
All y'all dissapear by tomorrow
Tomorrow
All your guns is borrowed I don't feel sorrow
No sorrow
Actually your man passed the gat to me now check this
Talk to em
Biggie
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 an 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 a ICU check it
Havoc
I done clapped at the best of them
Been caused the death of them
These dudes don't want no more s**t is affecting them
Tops popped off them n***az from the bridge
Just be wildlin' on you line that red dot on you
Take that
Don't know or warn you catch them all hogged up
Sober that a*s up with clips the ratchet spit
Number one with the buddhaka henny sour diesel
Ain't no tellin what I do to ya
It's obvious ma you ain't f**king keep it moving ma
Prodigy
Pow pow pow pow pow they shot 'em in their cars
I wish I was there I would of shot back all 'em
They fire return fire put it right back on 'em
Sacrafice myself for you no problem
No problem
In the flames I burn for my n***az that's gone
And the n***az that took the hits on my n***az you been warned
P's not the one Hav not the one
You try to run up on us
We already bustin' the guns
Biggie
They'll be nothin but smooth sailing
Talk to em
When I spit shots now your crew's bailing
Yall don't know what beef is
All I got is heat and tough talk for you
Tie you up cut your balls off just for you
Man this is straight torture look what that slick s**t bought ya
C'mon
A first class ticket to Lucifer real name Cristopher
Yea chris
Watch me set it off like Vivica
C'mon that's right
Here lies your demise close your eyes
Close your eyes
Think good thoughts die while your skin start to glisten
Pale blue hands get cold your soul's risen
D**n
It's bad cause I just begun
What make the s**t real bad I was havin fun
Hahaha
Diddy
Attention MCs Attention MCs
Beef doesn't happen on records
Beef does not happen on records
You don't know what beef is
You don't know what beef is
You don't want no beef you f**kin fake studio a*s gangsta
Rapping motherf**kers
C'mon man
F**k outta here
F**k outta here
Beef is B I G not being here
B i g
We miss you
Beef is your love ones not being here
We miss you
Beef is every so called ghetto superstar that rose
To the top and dropped just as quickly
That's beef
On some bulls**t
What's beef 2006
What's beef
That's beef
Yall motherf**kers don't know what beef is
That's beef
F**k all yall
B***hes
Bad Boy b***h we still here
