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Satellites in Orbit - What's Beef Lyrics



Satellites in Orbit - What's Beef Lyrics




My Calico been cocked rap Alfred Hitchcock
Drop top notch playa hating won't stop
This instant, rappers too persistent
Quick to spit DRGY name on shit, make my name taste
Like ass when you speak it, see me in the street
Your jewelry you can keep it, that be our little secret (shhh)
See me, B that is, I that is, G whiz
Motherf*ckers still in my biz
Don't they know my brother Gutter f*ckin kidnap ****
**** 'em in the ***, throw 'em over the bridge
That's how it is, my shit is laid out
F*ck that beef shit, that shit 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, yo man pass the gat to me, now check this

What's beef?
Beef is when you need two 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

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 brother from the Brook just be
Wylin on you just be, stylin on you
And I tried to warn you but your eyes f*cked up
So I cleared them shits with hits you on the f*ckin' bench
Pardon my French but uhh sometimes I get kinda
Peeved at these, weak MC's
With their Supreme baller like, lyrics I call em like I see em G
Nobody sound like me
Grimy since the early '90s', far behind me
It ain't hard to find me number one with the booyaka
Gimme the Remi and the chronic ain't no tellin what I do to ya
It's obvious the game's new to ya
Take them ends you made
Spend 'em on a tutor huh, one shot, I'm through with ya

What's beef?
Beef is when you need two 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

Now it's nothing but smooth sailin'
When I spit shots, now your crew's bailin'
All I got is heat and tough talk for you
Tie you up, cut your balls off just so you
Man this is straight torture, look what that slick shit bought ya
A first class ticket to Lucifer, real name Cristopher

What's beef?
Beef is when you need two 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, and I'm through"
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My Calico been cocked rap Alfred Hitchcock
Drop top notch playa hating won't stop
This instant, rappers too persistent
Quick to spit DRGY name on shit, make my name taste
Like ass when you speak it, see me in the street
Your jewelry you can keep it, that be our little secret (shhh)
See me, B that is, I that is, G whiz
Motherf*ckers still in my biz
Don't they know my brother Gutter f*ckin kidnap ****
**** 'em in the ***, throw 'em over the bridge
That's how it is, my shit is laid out
F*ck that beef shit, that shit 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, yo man pass the gat to me, now check this

What's beef?
Beef is when you need two 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

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 brother from the Brook just be
Wylin on you just be, stylin on you
And I tried to warn you but your eyes f*cked up
So I cleared them shits with hits you on the f*ckin' bench
Pardon my French but uhh sometimes I get kinda
Peeved at these, weak MC's
With their Supreme baller like, lyrics I call em like I see em G
Nobody sound like me
Grimy since the early '90s', far behind me
It ain't hard to find me number one with the booyaka
Gimme the Remi and the chronic ain't no tellin what I do to ya
It's obvious the game's new to ya
Take them ends you made
Spend 'em on a tutor huh, one shot, I'm through with ya

What's beef?
Beef is when you need two 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

Now it's nothing but smooth sailin'
When I spit shots, now your crew's bailin'
All I got is heat and tough talk for you
Tie you up, cut your balls off just so you
Man this is straight torture, look what that slick shit bought ya
A first class ticket to Lucifer, real name Cristopher

What's beef?
Beef is when you need two 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, and I'm through"
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Writer: Burt Bacharach, Carl Broady, Christopher Wallace, Hal David, Nashiem Myrick, Sean J. Combs
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Hipgnosis Songs Group




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