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
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
throw the grands up And what? I got a plot to get what's mine in the nine-nine It's my time, motherfucker, try to stop me busting nine-nines Wild ridahs
so 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
the Motel 6 laying up with two chicks the Lenny and Squiggy way Or Jack Tripper, I'm TECH the rap Ripper on Cognac, liquor I'm TECH the gat Clicker I'
I'm putting Nair in your leave in hair conditioner Now you Hari Krishna to my listeners in this rhyme You will find psychotic scriptures saying It's something disrupting my mind Tech Nine
nigga a suplex. Coathangastrangla banging' the deuce set, chokeandstrangle name it in two blex. It's the season of the siccness times three, spittin' the venomous IV fulla white weed. And my nine
I only got one life to live like the soaps So before they take mines I'm puttin glocks to they throats Kerplow! Adams Apple just got hit by a nine-millimeter
, and real niggas hush Fake niggas run, and real niggas bust Y'all got me fucked up, I been a street nigga And when it's cold outside, I bring my heat nigga Don't beef
indirect Say my name and see where I end this tech I got a lot of love for this but dawg, I'm real When it's beef, it's beef when it's rap, it's real
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 o nine
the grands up And what? I got a plot to get what's mine in the nine-nine It's my time mother fucker try to stop me busting nine-nines Wild ridahs all
when I'm pushin' my line money hangin' out the ass didn't get it for crime/ Ain't worried about beef, but I do carry a nine/ I'm a put it on your mind
home of the brave, the 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
hot, bustin' til the beef stop Preach not, our goal is to reach the top Knees drop, I light it up and clean shop Built with better design, clever mind Verbal Tech nine
