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 fuckin' 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 shit, make my name taste      Like ass 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   Motherfuckers still in my biz      Don't they know my nigga Gutter fuckin' kidnap kids?   Fuck 'em in the ass, throw 'em over the bridge   That's how it is, my shit is laid out   Fuck that beef shit, that shit 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 nigga from the Brook just be   Whylin' on you, just be stylin' on you      When I, tried to warn you but your eyes fucked up   Now I cleared them shits with hits you on the fuckin' 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 shit 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 shit 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   Shit, I don't want no beef