Got Beef
Tha Eastsidaz f/ Jayo Felony & Sylk E. Fine

Chorus 1:
(Snoop Dogg)
If you got beef, wit DPG
Holla at me, the D-O-G
(8 times)

Verse 1:
(Jayo Felony)
The life I lead
The average nigga woulda broke down a long time ago
Try to bang in a show and get slumped like The Crow
Any day now, we gon' run at my nigga these killas ?
We see it all like night owls and we stay on the prowl
They don't wanna see me shine again
They fuckin' with my mind again
But as soon as I finish this Heineken
I gotta go get my nine again
It got a body on it from a party don't it?
Yeah an' I been tryin' to slang it, but don't nobody want it
They can't help you with band-aids, we comin' with grenades,
You ain't seen this many niggas in your life with diamonds and braids
I'm from the home where they get sprayed and gang related raids
Fuck y'all
This start bangin' after Colors was made
Let's C-walk to that, and never give me no hassle
'Cause I come from one of the worst cottage in Paso

Chorus 2:
(Snoop Dogg)
If you got beef, wit DPG
Holla at me, the D-O-G
If you got beef, wit DPG
Holla at me, the D-O-G
If you got beef, wit L-O-C
Holla at me, the D-O-G
If you got beef, wit DPG
Holla at me, the D-O-G

Verse 2:
(Tray Dee)
It ain't no mystery
You dissin' me, you dissin' my clique
An' ain't no question we come steppin' straight to get in your shit
So why you actin' like a bitch?
Puttin' your business on wax
When we could scrap or slap a clip, if you want it crack
See in the pen we got a name for niggas runnin' they yap
Sale soldiers, roll 'em up with somethin' up in they back
Handles ours, battle scars, Shackles, guards and all
And we the last niggas standin' once they start to fall
Make the call
Or fuck it
Jus' kick off the brawl
'Cause I'm ridin' with my doggs, win, lose, or draw
Dogg pound insane, neighborhood twenty gang
An' every gangsta that I hang wit down to bang
Full time, pull mines an' I gots to bust
Fuck a pass, when I mash, anybody get touched
So make my name taste just like a dick in your mouth
And watch the way you on my nuts when you spittin' it out
Dogghouse

Chorus 1

Verse 3:
(Sylk E. Fine)
You got a muthafuckin' problem with my niggas, then you got one with me
It's the S to the Y, the L, just drop three keys
As I flee, to the homie L.T.'s, to make the magic
It's those that talk, and those that make shit happen
So what ya say?
You wanna spit?
Ya got beef?
D.P. serve the heat, straight to the street
Honey west, I make the mission complete
Therefore them bitches who talk that shit
Be them bitches to get that ass beat
(Snoop Dogg)
Now don't come 'round here fuckin' with us
Cuz on the real homeboy, we'll be fuckin' you up
And to you bitches who be thinking ya'll could slide by
With that punk shit, bitch, biddity-bye-bye
I fuck a bitch up faster than I do a nigga
See to me, most bitches is women, but bitch yous a nigga
We got rules and codes
G's and hoes
Friends and foes
Ride or get rode on

Chorus:
(Snoop Dogg)
If you got beef, wit DPG
Holla at me, the D-O-G