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The Notorious B.I.G. - What's Beef (Lyrics)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
Al Green
Al Green
Sampled Artist
Carlos "July Six" Broady
Carlos "July Six" Broady
All Instruments
Paragon
Paragon
All Instruments
The Isley Brothers
The Isley Brothers
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Burt Bacharach
Burt Bacharach
Songwriter
Hal David
Hal David
Songwriter
Nashiem Myrick
Nashiem Myrick
Songwriter
Carlos Broady
Carlos Broady
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Patterson
Michael Patterson
Mixing Engineer
Al Machera
Al Machera
Recording Engineer
Nashiem Myrick
Nashiem Myrick
Producer
Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
Recording Engineer
Rasheed Goodlowe
Rasheed Goodlowe
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Jones
Steve Jones
Assistant Recording Engineer
Carlos "July Six" Broady
Carlos "July Six" Broady
Producer
Paragon
Paragon
Producer
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

The Commission: Uncle Paulie, P. Diddy Cease-A-Leo DeGenero (yeahhh) Charli Baltimore, Iceberg Slim The most shady, Frankie 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' We'll reach the fuckin' ceiling, check-check it My Calico been cocked, this rap Alfred Hitchcock Drop-top-notch, playa-hatin' gon' 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, gee-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 I-C-U, 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 I-C-U, 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 rock salt That nigga from the Brook just be Wylin' on you, just be stylin' on you And 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 uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these weak MC's with these Supreme baller like lyrics, I call 'em like I see 'em, G Y'all niggas sound like me (yeah) Y'all was grimy in the early 90's, far behind me It ain't hard to find me Number one with the booyaka (booyaka) Give me the Remy and the chronic, ain't no tellin' what I do to ya It's obvious the game's new to ya (new to ya) Take them ends you make 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 in I-C-U (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 30 deep (30 deep) Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in I-C-U, 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 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 (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 in I-C-U, 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 in I-C-U, and I'm through (And I'm through) Uhhh, uhhh The life after (Now ask yourself) (Do you really, know what beef is?) Life after (Then ask yourself) Uhh (Do you really, want beef?) (Ahahaha!) (Yeah, I like that) (Big Nash) (Hitmen baby) (On and on and on and on) (Bad Boy) (Y'all know what it is) (Shit, I don't want no beef, ahaaa!)
Writer(s): Sean J. Combs, Christopher Wallace, Burt F. Bacharach, Hal David, Carlos Daronde Broady, Nashiem Sa Allah Myrick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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