PMD
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Das EFX
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And the C-h-u-double b
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Beef
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Here we go
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[ Chubb Rock ]
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I arrive from the steps of Sinai cause I'm fly
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When you're high from the lye
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You see me mingle in the sky
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The dim light superceeds the street cock fight
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Straight heterosex, but I still dig Van, ya dyke
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From the mic flip, metronome time skip, who will high-ship
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The Brooklyn base scholar and them niggas past Islip
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And ooh-ooh, I curse you with that Fugee-la voodoo
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Will do you like Italian deli kids slicing prosciutto
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I barb you like Bobbito, the airport, right through Heathrow
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Release murder niggas like Ito
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Pure hatred, cause he picked who he picked to mate with
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Then laced it, bourgeois player two-faced it
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Hey revamp the swing to parlay
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How black power went sour, where's Brother Jay?
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Where's the 'pink Cadillacs protected by' whoever?
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The red and the black, green, Hilfiger nigga
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Indians wanna protect the Lone Howling Chief
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So kids create beef
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[ CHORUS ]
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Beef
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Back in the days when we had nothin but beef
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At the end you may lose nothin but teeth
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That's fly
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But nowadays ask kids
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When they have beef, you might die
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Why?
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[ Skoob ]
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While niggas beef about this and biggedy-beef about that
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I'm with my soldiers in the Rover, never sober, fuck that
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Yo dun, I run with wild Crooklyn niggas with gats
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Pigged-push wigs back on corner spots full of criggedy-crack
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My niggas click back, kid, that's why we hold somethin
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And break your punk ass down just like you stole somethin
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When I rock with Chubb you block show me love
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Nigga what, want beef, we drawin first blood
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[ Krazy Drazy ]
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Well, it's the riggedy-rhyme dropper, the hip-hopper, you know the name
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I ciggedy-can't explain (why niggas beefin in the game)
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You see, I niggedy-never get shocked when a nigga get wet
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Tiggedy-talk that shit, I guess you're bound to get hit
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The rap zone's now a war zone, we fight on sight
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We wiggedy-wildin out, provin all these white folks right
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We like some crabs in a barrel tryin to get on top
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The Hit Squad, Chubb Rock represent hip-hop
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So kill the beef
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[ CHORUS ]
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[ PMD ]
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Well, when I first dropped the bait back in 1988
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I couldn't wait to get straight and dominate state to state
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Went to feud, bullshit evil, exterminatin flows
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Check your grip, don't slip or get a dose on how it goes
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Jealous niggas, gun triggers, fuckin up the game
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But me you can't tame, an outlaw like Jesse James
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We got east versus west, bullet-proof tef' vest
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Who's the best? But let it rest, because there's no contest
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Temptation, accusations need to stop
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Unify hip-hop, PMD, Chubb Rock
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[ Chubb Rock ]
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Now - I will come back to the groove
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Now my man Common on wax slayin Ice Cube - anyway, that's cool
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That nigga somewhere 'higher learnin'
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And of course there's that famous beef between Parrish and Sermon
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And that's cool, both those niggas killed Jane
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And now there's Nice without Smooth - that's insane
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And I heard they squashed that, and that shit should cease
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Cause black mutha-uckas shouldn't beef
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Beef
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Beef
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Back in the daa-ays
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Beef
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Beef
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Back in this day there's beef
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Beef
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Back in the day there was beef
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Beef
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That shit got to cease
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Peace!
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Beef
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Chubb Rock |