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* soundtrack has a different beat and longer intro Chorus: Canibus Yo, you better watch who you beef wit You might be walkin down the street, then suddenly you hear tires screechin Niggaz'll be hoppin out with heat and throw you in the car seat and leave your lady standin there screamin The whole weekend, you get blindfolded and beaten Nose bleedin, gaspin for air, wheezin You got kidnapped and you don't even know the reason We even called your fam for ransom, they said, "Keep him" Watch who you beef wit [Canibus] .. yeah, it ain't no secret Talkin that street shit'll get you in some deep shit See, niggaz know who you be wit Where you be at, when you be gone, when you be back All of my niggaz got doctor degrees in thuggonometry We all know how to hold the heat properly And how to conduct an armed robbery for personal property and can go without food or water for 24 hours at least We fugitives, who ain't doin a bid, and shoot to live even if it means leavin you for dead Letras de cancionesCause niggaz like you get scared, look for loopholes Pick the phone up and dial 9-uno-uno What happened to them crew of niggaz that you talk about? Them crew of niggaz that you never walk without? I know what happened; y'all heard about the double-action portable gatling and y'all don't wanna get blasted Chorus [Canibus] Aiyyo we run up in radio stations on some unannounced shit Catch the DJ off guard and roundhouse him Duct tape his mouth then, put a pound to his gut and force him to play five cuts off the up-and-comin album Just the way I planned it, niggaz'll start to panic Brains get hijacked like planes and crashlandin Bitch niggaz pray to the Lord; the black box that was supposed to record the pilot's voice got destroyed So watch who you beef wit And watch who you suck your teeth at It'll probably be somethin you regret You get wet with horizontal rain droplets Miniature rockets, comin out barrels of metal objects Niggaz get shot in the face on the ground shakin like tectonic plates that cause earthquakes Now you got your grill in the ground, how that dirt taste? You shouldn't have started this shit in the first place Chorus [Canibus] Cause niggaz is comin to get you, ready to rip you with intercontinental ballistic missiles and pistols Put a red dot on your head like you Hindu then put a hole in you big enough to put my open fist through We could verbally diss you or we could get physical Whatever niggaz wanna do, we could do it too Cause you a sinner, I'm a sinner, we all sinners We rob niggaz for they presents at they barmitzvahs We rob niggaz for they body organs, and sold em to the highest bidders Things like hearts and livers One and a half million in cash when it's delivered Then go to Yom Kippur and beg for God to forgive us So you the type that, find violence real frightenin Or hold your crucifix tighter when shells is firin Sittin by your bed perspirin, tryin to crawl underneath it You need to watch who you beef wit Chorus [Canibus] Keep that low-down stinkin dirty motherfucker You need to watch who you beef wit You need to watch who you beef wit Yeah nigga, watch who you beef wit Watch who you beef wit From Letras Mania