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