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Big Daddy Kane ~ The Beef is On
| It's hell up in Harlem, my main man just caught a bad one Wetted by a magnum when he didn't have none That goes to show you that even when you're respected Brothers'll still try ya if they think you're butt-naked So i went uptown to get the low-down To see who made the whole thing go down Word on the streets had it Some kids from the Bronx with automatics Came to start static Some new jacks at the game Tryin to get a name Had a point to prove Wrong move So I can't wait to get em all straight It's a big payback when I retaliate Steam, I gotta let it off And I can't wait to set it off To revenge my main man that's gone And as sure as my name is Kane, word is bond The beef is on (Once again it's on) (You got beef) (Once again it's on) (You got beef you better save it for the muthafuckin meat market) It's time to show them how to get hard Callin a hit squad and pull all these clown's ciddard For tryin to friddont and fiddake the middood But when I get riddude - awesome dude So I took a little trip to Brooklyn Bedstuy Do-Or-Die is where i was lookin For my boys from Roosevelt, Albany and Marcy Plus I got a posse over in Canarsie I'm talkin about ill brothers that don't play They sit around watchin 'Scarface' all day So here we go, headed up to they scene Twenty deep in a van like the A-Team We rolled up to see what this joint's about When one of my boys in the van just pointed em out So without delay we reacted And started shootin like it was target practice When they saw that we wasn't messin around One tried to run, so I had to chase him down I caught the kid by the corner store deli Kicked him in the belly like I was Jeff Kelley I did his jugular vein something violent Came back to see my crew made the rest silent We sent fifteen bodies to Trapper John Cos the beef was on (Once again it's on) (You got beef) (Once again it's on) (You got beef you better save it for the muthafuckin meat market) (I don't happen to trust people I sort of figured if you thought I was weak You'd mop the street up with me And I got to kill a lot more of your people To put you in your place) (You send your boys in I send em back in a paperbag) Many screamed about a homicide But when I came to shut em down all the drama died I plead insanity when I got a jam with me And we roll like the Corleone family I bring the boys that'll bring the noise In the aftermath everything's destroyed Like a crew of barbarians And brothers that want beef, I make em vegetarians So don't even front and try to put it as if you're ruff Cos soon as I see ya, best believe i'ma call your bluff And everyone else that tried to press up on me tuff Have fallen and they can't get up My game is a ill one Cos i'm a real one Lorda mercy Nuff controversy A gangster, a khan A pimp and a don Waitin for the beef to be on more free lyrics |