LL Cool J Where I Belong

What's Beef?



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As far as Canibus go, my man is hittin' his ex-broad

I'm getting head from his new piece While 20 gang-bangers applaud,

you came up with that bullshit Some heads sucked it up,

then you dropped that garbage album And Totally fucked it up,

I coulda told ya I knew your moms From the after-hours spot,

when I used to be up in Canada With the dreads on a black block,

before you dick rode Lost Boyz For a ticket our to Jersey,

but being the man I am I tried to show ya mercy,

I coulda told the World The way ya label hates your guts

And how me and Wyclef, got together to set you up

And how he gave me half your budget, don't believe me look it up

Ya A&R promotion niggas, they helped me hook it up

I hate to be responsible, for destroying your career

A one-hit wonder, huh No Wonder you disappeared,

I coulda told the world You get your lyrics from the internet

Then spit 'em word for word Like you really a rap vet,

How you take metaphors from books And put 'em in your rhymes,

and how you really from Canada And you been frontin' all this time

I heard your second album, that shit is garbage too

LL Cool J and I did this to you

On that note he said

"Yo L, you the man", I said peace, one love

And Drove off in the Lex Land


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Xzibit Grindin' (JD Diss)

What's BEEF?

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If ya So So Def than bitch get a hearing aid
Ain't worth ya gauge ya heart pumping lemonade
Hook, line and sinker ya took the bait
Act ya age, not ya size, not ya weight
Every time you professional making hits
Why it always gotta sound like the next men shit?
Went from Big to Puff to Snoop to Jay
Hey Jermaine who's dick you gon' ride today?
Couldn't wait to get the green light from Dr. Dre
Never liked ya fuckin' ass any goddamn way
And I could care less if we label mates
Your style been dead Columbia should drop the weight
I got love for Da Brat get off Bow Wow back
Fuck you, fuck ya niggas that's writing ya raps
What up lo get ya L.A. pass revoked
Don't get me wrong Papa Smurf you won't get smoked
But ya might get robbed and choked
Or you might disappear, kidnapped with no ransom note
Off the leash, off the hook, off the chain
Fuck Jermaine you ain't gotta say my name
Speak now or forever hold a dick in ya mouth
You ain't the mayor, you don't run shit in the South
Scarface run the South motherfucker you a peon
The underage bitch in the Kelly tape getting pee'd on
Cock-eyed midget with a Napoleon complex
Nickelodeon fetish you represent nonsense
Harlem Shake to that, high jump to hell
You the best in the business, I can't tell
Too late to apologize kiss my ass
We about to cut your whole sound scan in half
Got to keep your hands up homie protect yo'self
Stop fucking with the West nigga respect yo'self
It's a short ride to the top and a long way down
Look Man vs. Machine about to drop now
This ain't no beef it's more like lunch meat
Loss caliber heat let's take it to the street muh'fucker

IllStyle

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