The Notorious B.I.G.

The Notorious B.I.G. - What's Beef songtekst

Je score:

Uncle Paulie  Big Ditti
 Caesar Leo DeGenero (yeahhh)
 Charli Baltimore  Iceberg Slim
 The most shadiest  Frank Baby
 We here (do you know what beef is?)
 We ain't goin nowhere (do you know what beef is?)
 Uh uh (ask yourself  do you know what beef is?)
 Uh uh  uhh
 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 (uh-huh) this rap Alfred Hitchcock
 drop top notch playa hating won't stop (uhh)
 This instant, rappers too persistant
 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 kidnip kids? (uhh)
 Fuck em in the ass, throw em over the bridge (oooh)
 That's how it is, my shit is laid out (what)
 Fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out (played out)
 Y'all got to go, all I make is one phone call
 All y'all dissapear 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 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 an ICU, check it
 I done smoked with the best of em (uh-huh) shot at the rest of em
 (uh-huh)
 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 (you so crazy)
 When I, tried to warn you what your eyes fucked up
 Now I cleared them shits with hits you wanna fuckin bitch (mmm)
 Pardon my French but ahh, sometimes I get kinda
 peeved at these, weak MC's (don't stop) with the
 supreme baller like, lyrics I call em like I see em G
 Y'all niggaz sound like me (yeah)
 Y'all was grimy in the early nineties, far behind me
 It ain't hard to find me number one with the booyaka (booyaka)
 Gimme the Remi and the chronic ain't no tellin what I do to ya (I do
 to ya)
 It's obvious the game's new to ya (new to ya)
 Take them ends you make (ehehe)
 and spend em on a tutor hah, one shot, I'm through with ya
 What's beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep (don't
 sleep)
 Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets (ain't safe)
 Beef is when I see you
 Guaranteed to be an ICU (I see you) one more time
 What's beef? (What's beef) Beef is when you make your enemies start
 your Jeep
 (Start my Jeep) Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep (thirty
 deep)
 Beef is when I see you
 Guaranteed to be an ICU, check it (I see you)
 There'll be nothin but smooth sailin (sailin)
 When I spit shots, now your crew's bailin (bailin)
 All I got is heat and tough talk for you (uh-huh)
 Tie you up, cut your balls off just to use (oooh)
 Man listen straight torture, look what that slick shit bought ya
 A first class ticket to Lucife, real name Cristopher
 Watch me set it off like Vivica
 Here lies your demise, close your eyes (uh-huh)
 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, we'll make the real bad
 now we's havin fun (ahaha!)
 What's beef? (What's beef?) Beef is when you need two gats to go to
 sleep
 (Don't sleep) Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets
 (ain't safe)
 Beef is when I see you
 Guaranteed to be an ICU, one more time (I see you)
 What's beef? (What's beef?) Beef is when you make your enemies start
 your Jeep
 (Start my Jeep) Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep (thirty
 deep)
 Beef is when I see you (I see you)
 Guaranteed to be an ICU, and I'm through
 (Yeah, and I'm through)
 Uhhh, uhhh
 It's like that
 (Now ask yourself, do you really, know what beef is?)
 Like that
 (Then ask yourself)
 Uhh
 (Do you really, want beef?)
 Like that, like that *echoes*
 (Ahahaha! 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, ahaaa
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Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Life After Death (1997)

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