Beef (Pete Rock)

Y'all don't want, beef No y'all don't want, that Get caught up in these streets Get shot up by them heats Y'all don't want, beef No y'all don't want, that Get caught up in these streets Get shot up by them heats Word to my cousin, the truth and no lie Me and my dawg was in his brand new Land, puffin' on lye Tameka came by, glossy-eyed as she cried Lil' Jay got sprayed with a chrome four-five That's my motherf**kin' man, get in the Land Head to the rest, grab vests, switch whips to the Caravan I heard an ambulance right up the block Plus more shots, the shit's gettin' hot, pull up and park By the back, pass the gat, hit the lights and lay back Hold up, now roll up, yo where them niggaz at? I know one of them cats from the projects with Jay The first nigga move, I'ma pull this gun, spray No delay, we stay night to f**kin' dawn It's on, my head spinnin', feelin' my cheeks get warm Tears drip as I stepped out the whip Slipped a clip, had to get hit, uh-uh that's that bullshit Y'all don't want beef No y'all don't want that Get caught up in these streets Get shot up by them heats Y'all don't want beef No y'all don't want that Get caught up in these streets Get shot up by them heats Yo, I can't believe my man since 3rd grade got sprayed Bullet laced as he laid, chokin' up blood with no aid Made money for the purpose of his daughter Victim of an unmerciful slaughter, explain harder Or don't bother, I'ma heat yo' ass like lava Identified was that tinted gray Chevy Impala Fleein' the scene, as the back tires screamed Now for them my man [Incomprehensible], ruined his whole dream Of playin' ball pro, bitch that's how it go You let me know, I'll hit your whole f**kin' team with the metal Mental struggle got my hand under the bubble Tryin' to blow steam and leave the scene blood puddles Snakes, whattup nigga? These niggaz ain't explainin' Well, f**k it then, it's time for some gestratin' Hit him in the worthless shell he came in Murder is a sin, but it's worse him dyin' on revenge and I ain't havin' it Y'all don't want beef No y'all don't want that Get caught up in these streets Get shot up by them heats Y'all don't want beef No y'all don't want that Get caught up in these streets Get shot up by them heats I ain't havin' it, reached in the bubble and grabbed it Automatic cocked back and squeezed through his Polo fabric Nigga duckin' and runnin', irrationally gunnin' Thinkin' to myself, do I gotta hit someone Then I heard shots from a back route Fired back out, got shot, dropped and blacked out Put in a clap out, didn't map out or act out the plans Now I'm consciously layin' while bullets is sprayin' the Caravan We can't lose, I hear shotguns then 22's Left arm booze, or blood soaked through my Adidas shoes Heavy breathin', a lot of bleedin' Bitches screamin', put over on my good shoulder, started squeezin' Out the back window, she gave the wrong info Suddenly crashed into a Pinto Hopped out, flew through the back yard, word to God It's on and I felt the gat slip through my palm Kept runnin', hopped the fence, hopin' that I didn't leave prints Spotted a black Ac' parked with dark tints Broke the passenger's side, hotwired the wide and slide Another unsolved homicide Y'all don't want beef No y'all don't want that Get caught up in these streets Get shot up by them heats Y'all don't want beef No y'all don't want that Get caught up in these streets Get shot up by them heats