Biggie

We here

Uh huh

We ain't goin nowhere

Uh uhh

Diddy

Yall motherf**kers don't know what beef is

Biggie

Ha ha ha ha ha check out this bizarre

Rapper style used by me the B I G

B i g

I put my key you put your key in money we'll be seein

C'mon

Will reach the f**kin ceiling check it

Check it

My Calico been cocked 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**t

Make my name taste like a*s when you speak it

Yeah

See me in the street your jewelry you can keep it

Keep it

That'll be our little secret

Shhh

See me B that is I that is G whiz

Motherf**kers still in my biz

C'mon

Hope they know my n***a Gutter f**kin kidnip kids

That's right

F**k 'em in the a*s throw 'em over the bridge

Aaah

That's how it is my s**t is laid out

Laid out

F**k that beef s**t that s**t is played out

Played out

Y'all got to go all I make is one phone call

All y'all dissapear by tomorrow

Tomorrow

All your guns is borrowed I don't feel sorrow

No sorrow

Actually your man passed the gat to me now check this

Talk to em

Biggie

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 a ICU check it

Havoc

I done clapped at the best of them

Been caused the death of them

These dudes don't want no more s**t is affecting them

Tops popped off them n***az from the bridge

Just be wildlin' on you line that red dot on you

Take that

Don't know or warn you catch them all hogged up

Sober that a*s up with clips the ratchet spit

Number one with the buddhaka henny sour diesel

Ain't no tellin what I do to ya

It's obvious ma you ain't f**king keep it moving ma

Prodigy

Pow pow pow pow pow they shot 'em in their cars

I wish I was there I would of shot back all 'em

They fire return fire put it right back on 'em

Sacrafice myself for you no problem

No problem

In the flames I burn for my n***az that's gone

And the n***az that took the hits on my n***az you been warned

P's not the one Hav not the one

You try to run up on us

We already bustin' the guns

Biggie

They'll be nothin but smooth sailing

Talk to em

When I spit shots now your crew's bailing

Yall don't know what beef is

All I got is heat and tough talk for you

Tie you up cut your balls off just for you

Man this is straight torture look what that slick s**t bought ya

C'mon

A first class ticket to Lucifer real name Cristopher

Yea chris

Watch me set it off like Vivica

C'mon that's right

Here lies your demise close your eyes

Close your eyes

Think good thoughts die while your skin start to glisten

Pale blue hands get cold your soul's risen

D**n

It's bad cause I just begun

What make the s**t real bad I was havin fun

Hahaha

Diddy

Attention MCs Attention MCs

Beef doesn't happen on records

Beef does not happen on records

You don't know what beef is

You don't know what beef is

You don't want no beef you f**kin fake studio a*s gangsta

Rapping motherf**kers

C'mon man

F**k outta here

F**k outta here

Beef is B I G not being here

B i g

We miss you

Beef is your love ones not being here

We miss you

Beef is every so called ghetto superstar that rose

To the top and dropped just as quickly

That's beef

On some bulls**t

What's beef 2006

What's beef

That's beef

Yall motherf**kers don't know what beef is

That's beef

F**k all yall

B***hes

Bad Boy b***h we still here