Trina - What's Beef Lyrics

[Intro:]
Ay yo Drew, turn my mic up
Cause I want these motherf*ckers to hear me
I see you rap bitches talkin real slick in them magazines
I'm the same bitch your man want and your best friends a Trina fan (haha)
Ya'll bitches funny to me, ha, you know what I feel like playin
I'm in tha air I don't hear bitches corny raps, the baddest bitch is back

[Chorus:]
Now what's beef, beef is when the bitch titties lookin like they sleep
Beef is when your clothes lookin like dirty sheets
Beef is when I help you, sellin records just like I do, now that's beef
What's beef, beef is when these ho's say my name in the streets
Beef is when they fame only last a few weeks
Beef is when I help you, sellin records just like I do, now that's beef

[Verse 1:]
My blades been sharp, my spades been played with this one
(But nut uh) This ain't a game with this one
See I'm a put some ho's to shame so listen, I done seen alot of lames
But it's a shame that this one, you see the problem is
I used to like ya, till u start jumpin on the dick with Trick
N doin all of my leftover shit, now you's a scam, whatsup
You get the leftover hits, so bitch get on the band wagon
Or get left over bitch, you can't believe tha baddest beefin
With this drunk ass bitch, a slang titty havin fake Lauren Hill ass bitch
You moved to georgia, cause in florida u wouldn't hit on shit
Now you's a mess ho that's why they cut you out your own video
U dissin for promo, dissin me is a no no,
I'm the queen of breeze riches, a doe ho
But back to the promo, yo, I'm a still try to help you out
Ay ya'll I'm talkin bout Khia, dirty miss of the south.

[Chorus:]
Now what's beef, beef is when the bitch titties lookin like they sleep
Beef is when your clothes lookin like dirty sheets
Beef is when I help you, sellin records just like I do, now that's beef
What's beef, beef is when these ho's say my name in the streets
Beef is when they fame only last a few weeks
Beef is when I help you, sellin records just like I do, now that's beef.

[Verse 2:]
Your neck n your back, bitch u kno you was wrong
And kang wang ho, I'd even like that song
Or was all of this just over some dick, I told u in my debu
Best friends I do five or six, enough of that bitch
I got some other shit to address, about some pussy ass nigga's
With my name in they chest sayin
(Trina f*cked Baby now she f*ckin Lil Wayne)
U nigga's snitchin on your records f*ckin up a bitch name
You wouldn't do that to a nigga, so why u do it to me?
U soundin like ho nigga, why u slanderin T?
Cause u a cash money reject, a night work soldier, he f*ckin with dat boi
And u gon' end up in a coma
N what about the water boi, he's a silly, last I heard u ain't even from philly
So nigga keep that bench warm and let the players handle this shit
Cause u just dissin for deal but I'm dissin with the real.

[Chorus:]
What's beef, beef is when that dope make a nigga fall asleep
Beef is when u sound like a motherf*ckin sheep
Beef is when I help you, sell records just like I do, now that's beef
What's beef, beef is when a street nigga beefin with a chick
Beef is when u brag on another nigga's dick
Beef is when I help you, sell records just like I do, now that's beef nigga.

F*ck nigga's, u nigga's can't be serious
U nigga's is real f*ckin funny to me, get the f*ck outa here!