[Intro]Explain
 [bad word] 
 Uncle Paulie, P. Diddy, Caesar Leo DeGenero
 Charli Baltimore, Iceberg Slim
 The most shady, Frank Baby

 [Verse 1]
 Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
 Rapper style used by me, the B.I. I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
 Will reach the [bad word]  ceiling, check-check it
 My Calico been [bad word]  this rap Alfred Hitchcock
 Drop-top-notch, playa-hating won't stop
 This instant, rappers too persistent
 Quick to spit Biggie name on [bad word]  make my name taste
 Like [bad word] when you speak it, see me in the street
 Your jewelry? You can keep it, that be our little secret
 See me, that is, I that is, whiz!
 [bad word] still in my biz
 Don't they know my [bad word] Gutter [bad word]  kidnap kids?
 [bad word] em in the [bad word]  throw 'em over the bridge
 That's how it is, my [bad word] is laid out
 [bad word] that "beef" [bad word]  that [bad word] is played out
 Y'all got the gall, all I make is one phone call
 All y'all disappear by tomorrow
 All your guns is borrowed, I don't feel sorrow
 Actually, your man passed the Gat to me, now check this

 [Hook]
 What's beef? Beef is when you need 2 Gats to go to sleep
 Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets
 Beef is when I see you
 Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time
 What's 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

 [Verse 2]
 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 [bad word] from the Brook just be
 Wiling on you, just be styling on you
 When I, tried to warn you but your eyes [bad word] up
 Now I cleared them [bad word] with hits you on the [bad word] bench
 Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kind of
 Peeved at these weak MC's with the
 Supreme ballerlike lyrics. I call em like I see em,  Y'all niggas sound like me
 Y'all was grimy in the early 90s, far behind me
 It ain't hard to find me, number one with the "booyaka"
 Give me the Remy and the chronic, ain't no telling what I do to ya
 It's obvious the game's new to ya
 Take them ends you make
 And spend em on a tutor hah, one shot, I'm through with ya

 [Hook]

 [Verse 3]
 There'll be nothing but smooth sailing
 When I spit shots, now your crew's bailing
 All I got is heat and tough talk for you
 Tie you up, cut your balls off just to use
 Man, listen, straight torture
 Look what that slick [bad word] bought ya
 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 soul's risen
 It's bad cause I just begun
 What make the [bad word] real bad?
 I was having fun