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[Royce Da 5'9"] Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre mixture 5'9", 6 July, and Asar hits'll leave the side of your car door with more Smokin more holes than the Swiss cheese Bitch please, I'm postponin yo' homie's older moments, like I stole his future Hoes know me, I'm no phony Females'll tell you, "Yeah he cute, but he sho'll shoot ya!" My heart bleeds the blood of felonies The blood of Superman, the blood that I've never seen You seem like the shook type You ain't a thug so I wanna see what your brains and your blood look like Fuck is you sick? 'Pac should be pissed Cause fifty percent of the niggaz suckin his dick is bitch! I'm against all this name-callin shit Negro please! Listen to Chris Wallace bitch [Chorus] What's beef? Beef is when these rappers be believin they rhymes And a nigga like me just take it one day at a time Beef is when you die because of your CD When I come from your blindside, before you see ME Beef is when I get jumped by niggaz And come back to kill 'em, one by one Beef is the reaper, patiently pacin outside of your pretty house SongtexteToday, you figured out, WHAT'S BEEF [Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah.. gangsta, ain't this? Starvin artists that comes with the guns he paint with All you sorry street rejects Y'all about to go up in smoke, seats ejectin (Boom!) Houses come down Drastic murders is happenin, make a nigga momma mouth come down [gasp!] The precinct's heated - the cops is mad because they know who shot yo' ass and they know who can beat it Above the law, run up on y'all so quickly and show you what only you and a slug saw The silence is screwed in front of the .9 Ruger Quietly shootin what'll hush y'all I will leave you lying down in a street Everything around you will be dyin down but the beef Please believe - my guns'll take you punks to your maker from my freezin sleeve [Chorus - 2X] Aus Songtexte Mania