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
Traduction: Black Star. Quoi de boeuf.
, it's hard Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars It's ironic, it's the same for the artists Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars
uh uh uh huh That's Right [Hook: repeat 2X] Who wanna Mob wit me (I do derrty) You wanna Mob wit me (Yes I do derrty) It's all you what you see (I know what
it'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
But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music
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
boys (?) 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
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
man, know what I mean Let's just do something for the ladies man Let's get a chorus goin' on or something Let's pop a chorus off, ya know what I mean
But 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
Star-bound, money now, for jet-black drop shit Eve guarantee, betcha' niggaz wanna pop this Little kids be behind me screamin' out, "Can you stop miss?!!" I know they daddy's
no beef shit, but its still fuck the rats And when I'm in New York, I set a bunch of traps Put the g's where they can see it, and if you stunt, you clap
start searching for the glock And I can't forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the cops Even I was Ready To Die, when I heard that he was shot What's beef?
for that black bitch track, And n***as stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped, When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap, It's still Aftermath, and
im from DPG If it beef you see the murda lik it aint no luner and i represent the P like Russel Simmons [The Game]x2 Im a neighbourhood super star Get
