text: The Commission:
  Uncle Paulie
  P. Diddy
  Cease-A-Leo DeGennaro 
  Charli Baltimore, Iceberg Slim
  The most shady, Frankie Baby
  We here 
  We aint goin nowhere 
  Uh-uh 
  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 well be seein
  Will 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
  Dont they know my nigga Gutter fuckin kidnap kids
  Fuck em in their 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 the gall, all I make is one phone call
  All yall disappear 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, one more time
  Whats beef?
  Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep
  Beef is when you roll no less than 30 deep
  Beef is when I see you
  Guaranteed to be in ICU, check it
  I done smoked with the best of em 
  Shot at the rest of em 
  Was about a hundred or more, maybe less of em
  Got my rocks off, that nigga from the Brook just be
  Wildin on you, just be stylin on you 
  When 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 MCs 
  With the supreme baller-like lyrics
  I call em like I see em, G
  Yall niggas sound like me 
  Yall was grimy in the early 90s, far behind me
  It aint hard to find me
  Number one with the Bui Ya Kah 
  Give me the Remy and the chronic, aint no tellin what I do to ya
  Its obvious the games new to ya 
  Take them ends you make 
  And spend em on a tutor, hah, one shot, Im through with ya
  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 , one more time
  Whats beef? 
  Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep 
  Beef is when you roll no less than 30 deep 
  Beef is when I see you
  Guaranteed to be in ICU, check it 
  Therell be nothin, therell be nothin but smooth sailin 
  When I spit shots, now your crews bailin 
  All I got is heat and tough talk for you 
  Tie you up, cut your balls off just for you 
  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 souls risen
  Its bad cause I just begun
  What make the shit real bad, I was havin fun 
  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, one more time 
  Whats beef? 
  Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep 
  Beef is when you roll no less than 30 deep 
  Beef is when I see you 
  Guaranteed to be in ICU, and Im through
  Uhhh, uhhh
  The life after
  Life after
  Uhh 
  Life after...