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      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   Today, you figured out, WHAT'S BEEF      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      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