| 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 |