Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Watch Who U Beef Wit, artist - Canibus. Album song 2000 B.C., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Watch Who U Beef Wit |
Yo, you better watch who you beef wit |
You might be walkin down the street, then |
Suddenly you hear tires screechin |
Niggas’ll be hoppin out with heat and |
Throw you in the car seat and leave your lady standin there screamin |
The whole weekend, you get blindfolded and beaten |
Nose bleedin, gaspin for air, wheezin |
You got kidnapped and you don’t even know the reason |
We even called your fam for ransom, they said, «Keep him» |
Watch who you beef wit |
Yeah, it ain’t no secret |
Talkin that street shit’ll get you in some deep shit |
See, niggas know who you be wit |
Where you be at, when you be gone, when you be back |
All of my niggas got doctor degrees in thuggonometry |
We all know how to hold the heat properly |
And how to conduct an armed robbery for personal property |
And can go without food or water for 24 hours at least |
We fugitives, who ain’t doin a bid, and shoot to live |
Even if it means leavin you for dead |
Cause niggas like you get scared, look for loopholes |
Pick the phone up and dial 9-uno-uno |
What happened to them crew of niggas that you talk about? |
Them crew of niggas that you never walk without? |
I know what happened; |
y’all heard about the double-action |
Portable gatling and y’all don’t wanna get blasted |
Aiyyo we run up in radio stations on some unannounced shit |
Catch the DJ off guard and roundhouse him |
Duct tape his mouth then, put a pound to his gut |
And force him to play five cuts off the up-and-comin album |
Just the way I planned it, niggas’ll start to panic |
Brains get hijacked like planes and crash landed |
Bitch niggas pray to the Lord; |
the black box |
That was supposed to record the pilot’s voice got destroyed |
So watch who you beef wit |
And watch who you suck your teeth at |
It’ll probably be somethin you regret |
You get wet with horizontal rain droplets |
Miniature rockets, comin out barrels of metal objects |
Niggas get shot in the face |
On the ground shakin like tectonic plates that cause earthquakes |
Now you got your grill in the ground, how that dirt taste? |
You shouldn’t have started this shit in the first place |
Cause niggas is comin to get you, ready to rip you |
With intercontinental ballistic missiles and pistols |
Put a red dot on your head like you Hindu |
Then put a hole in you big enough to put my open fist through |
We could verbally diss you or we could get physical |
Whatever niggas wanna do, we could do it too |
Cause you a sinner, I’m a sinner, we all sinners |
We rob niggas for they presents at they bar mitzvahs |
We rob niggas for they body organs, and sold em to the highest bidders |
Things like hearts and livers |
One and a half million in cash when it’s delivered |
Then go to Yom Kippur and beg for God to forgive us |
See you the type that, finds violence real frightenin |
Or hold your crucifix tighter when shells is firin |
Sittin by your bed perspirin, tryin to crawl underneath it |
You need to watch who you beef wit |
Keep that low-down stinkin dirty motherfucker |
You need to watch who you beef wit |
You need to watch who you beef wit |
Yeah nigga, watch who you beef wit |
Watch who you beef wit |