Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Watch Who U Beef Wit, artist - Canibus. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
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 |