What's beef? hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo That's beef, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo It's always your own peoples Sometimes it's your own peoples
Übersetzung: Black Star. Was ist Beef.
no bitches followin me Gotta Mac-10 and you aint even bust back And your boy got hit in the back What type of nigga is that (Hook) That's why I stay in all black
a must black All 17 come up out the glock Oh that's a must black, all 50 come out the chop Bitch nigga you bleed I'm bout cheese You know what I do
's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno Niggaz poppin, welcome to our casino Cause you and me know Hundred percent like a c-note Looking for a bitch that's half-black
then let it be brief I need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cold An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold The shit
sober. So move over, For this fat bitch Puts roofies in my cola. Cool, That's what I wanted, Wrestling sumo with (a cobra?). There, Beware when it's
Lord knows that we gon' make it Oooooooooooooooooooh [Diddy: over Chorus] The world famous As we proceed To give you what you need It's been so long It's
this crap out Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn't This fucking black cloud's still follow's me around But it's time to exercise these
I just show up go up to the stage and blow up the spot, There aint no boy who can do what I do boy I'm a star, Boy, I told you boy, I'm a Soldier boy,
of the year then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year No one's tryin to hear some fuckin
up and just lite some, UHH Where my niggaz that take ones? 'Cuz when we smoke that shit it's like "WHOA!!WHOA!!" [Verse 2: Eve] Uh, yo Start the beef
'm a beast, holmes It's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's clone Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown Your momma missing, your
kush, heavy drags Bodegas, I'm mad, my older sister Patty's a butch Guns come out like my mother's teeth, watch how I'm throwing heat The leg gravy be
astronomically it could happen homie - follow me Hip-hop's the black goal - mind and soul refined as we roll, another ghetto story is told I stopped flippin' ki's
's cashmere baby Nah, you know, that's just laid back man Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z Yeah baby Motherfuckin pimp that's what he be Cashmere
said: "Sir you had too much to drink, come out the bathroom Get out of the mirror" Huh? What? Where's Sheila? Ahhh, now I remember, I had beef with this
