Tonalité : E minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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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
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Drop- top- notch,
playa- hating gon' stop
This instant, rappers too persistent
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Quick to spit Biggie name on shit,
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make my name taste
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Like ass when you speak it,
see me in the street
Your jewelry? You can keep it,
that be our little secret
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See me, B that is, I that is, G whiz
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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
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Y'all got the gall,
all I make is one phone call
All y'all disappear by tomorrow
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All your guns is borrowed,
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I don't feel sorrow
Actually, your man passed the Gat to me,
now check this
Verse 2
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What's beef? Beef is when you
need 2 Gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your moms ain't
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safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in ICU,
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one more time
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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 3
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I done smoked with the best of 'em
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Shot at the rest of 'em
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Was about a hundred or more,
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maybe less of 'em
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Got my rocks off,
that nigga from the Brook just be
Wiling on you, just be styling on you
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When I, tried to warn you but
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your eyes fucked up
Now I cleared them shits with hits
you on the fucking bench
Pardon my French but, uh,
sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these weak
MC's with the
Supreme ballerlike lyrics,
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I call 'em like I see 'em, G
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Y'all niggas sound like me
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Y'all was grimy in the
early 90s, far behind me
It ain't hard to find me,
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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,
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one shot, I'm through with ya
Verse 4
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
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There'll be
Verse 5
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nothin' but smooth sailing
When I spit shots,
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now your crew's bailing
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All I got is heat and tough talk for you
Tie you up, cut your balls off just to use
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Man, listen, straight torture
Look what that slick shit bought ya
A first class ticket to Lucifer,
real name Christopher
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Watch me set it off like Vivica
Here lies your demise, close your eyes
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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
Verse 6
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What's beef? Beef is when you
D#m
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need 2 Gats to go to sleep
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Beef is when your moms
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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
D#
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Guaranteed to be in ICU
Outro 1
And I'm through
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