he attacked and the result of the attack was.... BEEF BEEF.... B-E-E-F Bitter emotions envy and fear. Beef Ain't nobody got no real beef with me nigga
like that, don't think you gon' steal a nigga off my team and my team ain't gon' strike back We'll be right back, fuck you done it nigga We treat beef
grown and these guns come out Circle of life, it's kinda deep how we end out. [Chorus] Yo them niggas that wanted beef before Don't want no beef no mo
me, muthafucka) Yo, it's New Year's son (fuck ya'll niggaz, this ain't no Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN
: [Verse 1: Necro] My religious beliefs are to kill snitches and any bitches that beef Your grill in stitches, get buried inside a ditch in your briefs
zone of the slave We all want it, but gettin' it's, a whole 'nother page The young guns wantin' respect, flossin' the tech Bitches wanna strip, now it
soul (Proof: Fo' sho') [J-Hill] Five ways, six days, seven plus [J-Hill] AK we could let the nine spray (Proof: Ten jewels) [Verse 2: Proof] (Nine by nine
in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest that say Five-two-oh-nine
blastin, techs on blocks Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin acres From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough Dimes, givin fellatio, siete zeros Bet my nine
New York and Hoopz Strap up your boots, move around Pick it up like engine number nine It's mine, homey, Tech, what's good? And it ain't hard to tell
Says doowylloh Force feed me a Sumo For about nine weeks Playing Club Nuevo Till he's blue Though Then stuff him in the front seat of a Yugo Body filled with beef
to get me, and were too thru the cops I'm on the streets, gotta pass heat everyday Before I leave my rest, yo I got to pray My nine spray, get me caught
that.. punk smoov shit man! Get with that ROUGH shit man, you know how we do! [Redman] Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black tech nine by
gun was a .32, back before uh! Graduated to the .38, maybe a nine I prefer the fo' five, stay alive Techs held the crack gate in '88 AR's spit from far
fire where I learned to ball Uptown is the place where I lay my dome On the streets of the Bronx where my family roam Hoe, damn it, we home, Peter got a nine
we keepin our eye on the target So as soon as the shit get started, we gon pop pop pop-pop that body, (Doin' that violent..) Them popo don't want beef
to me, muthafucka) Yo, it's New Year's son (fuck ya'll niggaz, this ain't no Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN
get found in vacant lot You don't really wanna come try the one guy Who stay dumb high from blunt lie To ???? alumnight We got more beef than an atomic
