text: We here
  We aint going nowhere
  Yall motherfuckers dont know what beef is
  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 well be seeing
  Will reach the fucking ceiling, check it
  My Calico been cocked, this rap Alfred Hitchcock
  Drop top notch playa hating wont 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
  Thatll be our little secret
  See me B that is, I that is G whiz
  Motherfuckers still in my biz
  Hope they know my nigga Gutter fucking kidnap kids
  Fuck em in the ass, throw em over the bridge
  Thats how it is, my shit is laid out
  Fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out
  Yall got to go, all I make is one phone call
  All yall disapear by tomorrow
  All your guns is borrowed, I dont feel sorrow
  Actually your man passed the gat to me, now check this
  Whats beef, beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep
  Beef is when your moms aint safe up in the streets
  Beef is when I see you
  Guaranteed to be in ICU
  Whats 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 ICU
  Check it
  I done clapped at the best of them
  Been caused the death of them
  These dudes dont want no more, shit is affecting them
  Tops popped off, them niggas from the bridge
  Just be, wildlin on you line that red dot on you, 
  Dont know or warn you, catch them all hogged up
  Sober that ass up with clips, the ratchet spit
  Number one with the buddhaka, henny-sour diesel
  Aint no telling what I do to ya
  Its obvious ma you aint fucking keep it moving ma
  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
  Sacrifice myself for you no problem, 
  In the flames I burn for my niggas thats gone
  And the niggas that took the hits on my niggas you been warned
  Ps not the one, Hav not the one
  You try to run up on us, we already busting the guns
  Theyll be nothin but smooth sailing 
  When I spit shots, now your crews bailing 
  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 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 souls risen 
  Its bad cause I just begun
  What make the shit real bad I was having fun 
  Attention MCs........Attention MCs
  Beef doesnt happen on records
  Beef does not happen on records
  You dont know what beef is, 
  You dont want no beef you fucking fake studio ass gangsta
  Rapping motherfuckers!, 
  Fuck outta here!, 
  Beef is B.I.G. not being here, 
  Beef is your love ones not being here, 
  Beef is every so-called ghetto superstar that rose
  To the top and dropped just as quickly, 
  On some bullshit
  Whats beef 2006?
  Whats beef 
  Yall motherfuckers dont know what beef is, 
  Fuck all yall 
  Bad Boy Bitch we still here