What's Beef
I-Rocc Lyrics


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Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
Will reach the fuckin' ceiling, check-check it
My Calico been cocked, this rap Alfred Hitchcock
Drop-top-notch, playa-hating gon' stop
This instant, rappers too persistent
Quick to spit Biggie 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
See me, B that is, I that is, G whiz
Motherfuckers still in my biz
Don't they know my nigga Gutter fuckin' kidnap kids
Fuck 'em in the ass, throw 'em over the bridge
That's how it is, my shit is laid out
Fuck 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, your man passed the Gat to me, now check this

What's beef? Beef is when you need 2 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

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 nigga from the Brook just be
Wiling on you, just be styling on you
When I, tried to warn you but your eyes fucked up
Now I cleared them shits with hits you on the fucking bench
Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these weak MC's with the
Supreme ballerlike lyrics, I call 'em like I see 'em, G
Y'all niggas sound like me
Y'all was grimy in the early 90s, far behind me
It ain't hard to find me, number one with the "booyaka"
Give me the Remy and the chronic, ain't no telling what I do to ya
It's obvious the game's new to ya
Take them ends you make
And spend 'em on a tutor hah, one shot, I'm through with ya

What's beef? Beef is when you need 2 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

There'll be nothin' but smooth sailing
When I spit shots, now your crew's bailing
All I got is heat and tough talk for you
Tie you up, cut your balls off just to use
Man, listen, straight torture
Look what that slick shit bought ya
A first class ticket to Lucifer, real name Christopher
Watch me set it off like Vivica
Here lies your demise, close your eyes
Think good thoughts, die while your skin start to glisten
Pale blue hands get cold, your soul's risen
It's bad 'cause I just begun
What make the shit real bad
I was havin' fun

What's beef? Beef is when you need 2 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

Overall Meaning

The song "What's Beef" by I-Rocc is about the concept of beef in the rap industry, which is a term used to describe conflicts between rappers. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the dangers and complexities of this type of beef. The first verse talks about how easy it is to make money in the industry by collaborating with other rappers, but also how quickly things can turn violent when one rapper feels disrespected by another. The second verse goes deeper into the topic of beef, discussing the need to be heavily armed and protected when in dangerous neighborhoods, and the possibility of being left in critical condition in the ICU after confrontations with rival rappers. The final verse takes a more aggressive stance, with lyrics about physically torturing and killing those who would try to take what's his.


The overall message of "What's Beef" is that conflict should be avoided in the rap industry, as it can lead to serious consequences. The song also highlights the fact that many rappers who claim to be "real" and "gangsta" are often just trying to impress others with their tough talk and violent personas. Ultimately, the song warns that those who choose to engage in beef will pay a heavy price for their actions.


Line by Line Meaning

Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
I find it amusing how eccentric and unique my rap style is.


Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G
My rapping style is one-of-a-kind and is used only by me, The Notorious B.I.G.


I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
Let's cooperate and make some money together, we'll both benefit from it.


Will reach the fuckin' ceiling, check-check it
Our combined efforts will bring us great success and wealth.


My Calico been cocked, this rap Alfred Hitchcock
I'm ready and prepared to defend myself if necessary, this rap is like an Alfred Hitchcock movie with suspense and danger.


Drop-top-notch, playa-hating gon' stop
My style is top-notch and I won't let haters (envious people) stop me.


This instant, rappers too persistent
Other rappers are too persistent in trying to use my name for clout.


Quick to spit Biggie name on shit, make my name taste
They are too quick to associate themselves with me (Biggie) and it's ruining my reputation.


Like ass when you speak it, see me in the street
When you say my name, it leaves a bad taste in your mouth. If you see me in person, don't say anything about me.


Your jewelry? You can keep it, that be our little secret
I don't want your jewelry, just don't mention my name and we'll keep things peaceful.


See me, B that is, I that is, G whiz
When you see me, remember that I am The Notorious B.I.G. Also, I am a genius (G whiz).


Motherfuckers still in my biz
People are still trying to involve themselves in my business and personal life, even after I've asked them not to.


Don't they know my nigga Gutter fuckin' kidnap kids
I have connections to some dangerous people, like my friend Gutter who is known for kidnapping children.


Fuck 'em in the ass, throw 'em over the bridge
Those who don't listen to my warnings will face the consequences, like being thrown off a bridge after being sexually assaulted.


That's how it is, my shit is laid out
This is how things work, I'm just being honest.


Fuck that "beef" shit, that shit is played out
I don't want any drama or conflict, that stuff is overdone and boring.


Y'all got the gall, all I make is one phone call
You have a lot of nerve, I could easily make a call to have you taken care of.


All y'all disappear by tomorrow
If I wanted to, I could make all of you vanish overnight.


All your guns is borrowed, I don't feel sorrow
You don't even own your own guns, so I'm not going to feel bad about taking them away from you.


Actually, your man passed the Gat to me, now check this
In fact, one of your associates gave me a gun, so you're defenseless against me.


What's beef? Beef is when you need 2 Gats to go to sleep
Beef is a feud or conflict that's so intense that you need two guns to feel safe enough to go to sleep.


Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets
Beef is when your family members are put in danger because of your conflict with someone else.


Beef is when I see you
The presence of the person you have a beef with is enough to cause tension and danger.


Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time
If we cross paths again, you will end up in the Intensive Care Unit of a hospital.


Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep
Beef is when your enemies mess with your possessions or property, like starting your car without permission.


Beef is when you roll no less than 30 deep
Beef is when you bring a large group of people (at least 30) for protection and intimidation purposes.


I done smoked with the best of 'em
I've smoked weed with some of the greatest people in the industry.


Shot at the rest of 'em
I've also engaged in gun violence with other rappers.


Was about a hundred or more, maybe less of 'em
There were probably around 100 or so rappers that I've had conflicts with, maybe slightly less.


Got my rocks off, that nigga from the Brook just be
I've enjoyed these violent encounters, I'm from Brooklyn and I don't shy away from confrontation.


Wiling on you, just be styling on you
I'll attack you fiercely and without hesitation, I'll be doing it in style too.


When I, tried to warn you but your eyes fucked up
I've warned you before but you didn't listen, now it's too late.


Now I cleared them shits with hits you on the fucking bench
Now that I've made my mark on you (physically or verbally), you're no longer a threat and you're out of commission.


Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kind of
Excuse my language, but sometimes I get irritated.


Peeved at these weak MC's with the
I'm annoyed by these mediocre rappers who have the audacity to claim that they're on my level.


Supreme ballerlike lyrics, I call 'em like I see 'em, G
Their boasts and exaggerated lyrics are just not impressive to me, I'm being honest about it (G being a shortened form of Genius).


Y'all niggas sound like me
You all are trying to imitate my style and it's not going well for you.


Y'all was grimy in the early 90s, far behind me
You guys were dirty (in terms of reputation and lifestyle) back in the 90s, but I've moved on and improved since then.


It ain't hard to find me, number one with the "booyaka"
I'm easy to locate and I'm known to be the best when it comes to causing chaos (booyaka is slang for chaos).


Give me the Remy and the chronic, ain't no telling what I do to ya
If you give me alcohol (Remy Martin) and weed (chronic), there's no telling what level of destruction I'll reach.


It's obvious the game's new to ya
You clearly don't know how to play this game and are basically clueless when it comes to beef and rap battles.


Take them ends you make
Take the money you earn (from rap and other ventures).


And spend 'em on a tutor hah, one shot, I'm through with ya
Use that money to get yourself a tutor and improve your skills. One bullet from me and you're finished.


There'll be nothin' but smooth sailing
Everything will go smoothly if you stay out of my way.


When I spit shots, now your crew's bailing
When I start firing my weapon, your group will start running away (like a boat that's bailing out water).


All I got is heat and tough talk for you
All I have is a weapon and boastful words for you.


Tie you up, cut your balls off just to use
I'll torture you by tying you up and castrating you, just for my own amusement.


Man, listen, straight torture
Pay attention to what I'm saying, I'm talking about causing extreme pain and suffering.


Look what that slick shit bought ya
This is what you get for acting smooth and thinking you're better than me.


A first class ticket to Lucifer, real name Christopher
Your actions have earned you a guaranteed ticket to hell (Lucifer), real name Christopher (referring to The Notorious B.I.G.'s given name, Christopher Wallace).


Watch me set it off like Vivica
Watch me initiate this destructive event, like Vivica A. Fox did in the movie 'Set It Off.'


Here lies your demise, close your eyes
Your defeat and downfall are imminent and you should prepare for it.


Think good thoughts, die while your skin start to glisten
Think positive thoughts before you die, and watch your skin glow as you die (a morbid and ironic statement).


Pale blue hands get cold, your soul's risen
When you die, your body will turn pale and your hands will get cold, but your soul will rise and leave your body.


It's bad 'cause I just begun
It's unfortunate for you because I'm just getting started with my cruelty and violent acts.


What make the shit real bad
What makes it worse is that it's all real and not just an act.


I was havin' fun
I enjoyed every moment of it, even though it was violent and destructive.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Burt Bacharach, Carl Broady, Christopher Wallace, Hal David, Nashiem Myrick, Sean J. Combs

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