Lyrics What's Beef? - 2014 Remaster - The Notorious B.I.G.

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!)