Artist: Napoleon f/ P.A.C. VA Streets Album: Kingpin Wit Da Inkpen Song: Beef Ain't Over Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: P.A.C. VA Streets] Yeah, nigga, you know what it is, nigga What you thought it was over, huh? You thought it was never Ain't never over, ain't over til I say it's over, nigga Ain't over til I feel safe, nigga, and you know what that mean I ain't gotta say nothing, man, P.A.C. VA Streets, man Illuminati Network in this muthafucka, man Get at us, nigga [Napoleon] Right now, it's like me against the world, yeah I'm feeling like Pac The beef cooking in the George Foreman grill and it's hot They shot my man, son, took his life, raped his seed Left him out in the cold, 38 degrees It's getting real, the hood still shocked that he dead Everybody really thought he'd get locked by the feds But instead, them cowards put a glock to his head Blew his brains out, left it fifty blocks on the bed Before the hit, my man was the boss like Paulie Everytime it was a drought, on the soft, he'd call me And all pushes can't imagine all the soft you caused me It's easy to snowman, but my boss was frosty Now it's war, I'm sending all my men like Sosa Dead or alive, your spend a night with vultures I know all about your white Testarosa Run but you can't hide, your life is over [Chorus: P.A.C. VA Streets] Everytime that you see me, just say what's up and keep walking Don't get offended, I don't know you like that I prolly got my hand on my pistol, go ahead and start it, I spark it I let my killas lay your monkey ass flat My niggas if it's beef then we riding, or we moving in silence Creep, creep, homey, peel your cap When them clowns least expect it, we gon' teach 'em a lesson Now ya'll pussies better learn how to act [Napoleon] Word on the street, them cowards came back to the set I immediately, founded all the macs and the techs It's time we ride, sorta like Boyz-N-Da-Hood When them dudes shot Ricky, Dough Boy understood That revenge, was sweeter than the acid with crime Not that we sued 'em, I still got to smack 'em with nines The clock ticking, feeling like the end of the world The plot thickens, he chilling in the Benz with his girl I caught him sleeping, shoulda seen the look in his eyes It reminded me of Frank getting juked for his pies I made 'em beg, just to let him know he a bitch We got to kill him, for real, cuz I know he a snitch What up partner? Damn, did you shit on yourself? Next time tell God he should of did it himself I blew his dome, filled the Yankees fitted with shells He got his wish, a first class ticket to hell, hell [Chorus] [Hook 2X: P.A.C. VA Streets] The beef is on (boy, you shouldn't have done that) The beef is on (now I'mma peel yo cap)