The Notorious B.I.G. What's Beef? Lyrics

[Intro:]
The Commission, Uncle Paulie, Big Ditti
Caesar Leo DeGenero (yeahhh)
Tony 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 f___in ceiling, check, check it
My Calico been c___ed (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 s___, make my name taste
like a__ 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
m_________ers still in my biz
Don't they know my n____ Gutter f___in kidnip kids? (uhh)
f___ em in the a__, throw em over the bridge (oooh)
That's how it is, my s___ is laid out (what)
f___ that beef s___, that s___ 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

[Chorus:]
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 n____ 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 f___ed up
Now I cleared them s___s with hits you wanna f___in b____ (mmm)
Pardon my French but ahh, sometimes I get kinda
peeved at these, weak MC's (don't stop) with the
Y'all n____z 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

[Chorus]

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 b____ off just to use (oooh)
Man listen straight torture, look what that slick s___ 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 (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!)

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
(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.
s___, I don't want no beef, ahaaa!)