What's Beef

Aye, what's beef?
Pussy niggas lying in they tweets
Then you catch 'em in the streets and they be dying for the tweets

What's beef?
Pussy niggas lying on these beats
And when it's war, they be hiding from the beast
You see 'em lying in the Jeeps
Mama's crying, see 'em lying in the streets
Shots fired, see 'em flying to a priest
Hit em' nines, they'll speak
100 Rounds, start to spit, say it's beef
And my niggas ain't gon' play, 'cause they only play for keeps

What's beef?
When it ain't your bedtime, you go to sleep
Better watch all them cuts, 'cause you thought these niggas creep
What's beef?
When a nigga pop up and you don't see
Put a slug in your brain, have your shit all in the streets
And you gotta get a ride, ain't no walking in these streets
And it ain't no drive-by's, only walk-ups in these streets

What's beef?
When your block's calling peace
And you sneak up on them niggas when they thought it was a beast
That's beef and all my niggas lying, y'all some sheeps
Leave a pussy nigga broad lying there for weeks
Hit 'em with the iron, leave 'em lying in the crease
See shots for 7 days, give they block a whole week

What's beef?
When everywhere you go, you gotta sneak
And everybody know the killer, won't nobody speak
That's beef
When it's closed casket, can't nobody see
Even though the preacher preach, we still load up for the beef

When you plotting on a nigga, you just wanna see him sleep
And you sit outside his crib, got the drop on where he be
Then he walk outside the crib, see him walking to the street
Then you walk up on him slow, got you stalking in the streets
Got you thinking in your head 'bout all the shit he tweet
Then you start to check your piece, put one up in the peak
Now it ain't no turning back, now you gotta pop that heat
Then you got the ups on him, but he already peeped

Up that nina 23, seen you falling down the streets
Then you froze up like a tree
Now you stuck, you better bust
Nigga gun, I'm on some knee
You ain't sleep, up your nina 17
Since I'm back, hear them peens
All them shots, hear 'em ring
See 'em crawling in the streets, bodies dropping, hear 'em scream

Then you walk up on a nigga, tell 'em thought it was a game
Talking all that shit on Twitter, nigga thought I was a lame
Throw your gang, then you hit 'em with that flame
Firing shot after shot, you can see them bullets rain
See all this Twitter shit that you niggas do for fame
Then he try to plead his case, then you hit 'em in the brain