Rasheed Goodlowe - What's Beef? lyrics

[Intro] The Commission: Uncle Paulie, P. Diddy, Caesar Leo DeGenero Charli Baltimore, Iceberg Slim The most shady, Frank Baby [Verse 1] 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**in' ceiling, check-check it My Calico been co*ked, this rap Alfred Hitchco*k Drop-top-notch, playa-hating gon' stop This instant, rappers too persistent Quick to spit Biggie name on sh**, make my name taste Like a** when you speak it, see me in the street Your j**elry? You can keep it, that be our little secret See me, B that is, I that is, G whiz Motherf**ers still in my biz Don't they know my n***a Gutter f**in' kidnap kids f** 'em in the a**, throw 'em over the bridge That's how it is, my sh** is laid out f** that "beef" sh**, that sh** 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 pa**ed the Gat to me, now check this [Hook] What's beef? Beef is when you need 2 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 30 deep Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU [Verse 2] 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 n***a from the Brook just be Wiling on you, just be styling on you When I, tried to warn you but your eyes f**ed up Now I cleared them sh**s with hits you on the f**ing bench Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these weak MC's with the Supreme ballerlike lyrics. I call em like I see em, G Y'all n***as sound like me Y'all was grimy in the early 90s, far behind me It ain't hard to find me, number one with the "booyaka" Give me the Remy and the chronic, ain't no telling 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 hah, one shot, I'm through with ya [Hook] [Verse 3] There'll be nothin' but smooth sailing When I spit shots, now your crew's bailing 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** bought ya A first cla** 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** real bad I was havin' fun