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It`s hell up in Harlem, my main man just caught a bad oneWetted by a magnum when he didn`t have noneThat goes to show you that even when you`re respectedBrothers`ll still try ya if they think you`re butt-nakedSo i went uptown to get the low-downTo see who made the whole thing go downWord on the streets had itSome kids from the Bronx with automaticsCame to start staticSome new jacks at the gameTryin to get a nameHad a point to proveWrong moveSo I can`t wait to get em all straightIt`s a big payback when I retaliateSteam, I gotta let it offAnd I can`t wait to set it offTo revenge my main man that`s goneAnd as sure as my name is Kane, word is bondThe 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 hardCallin a hit squad and pull all these clown`s ciddardFor tryin to friddont and fiddake the middoodBut when I get riddude - awesome dudeSo I took a little trip to BrooklynBedstuy Do-Or-Die is where i was lookinFor my boys from Roosevelt, Albany and MarcyPlus I got a posse over in CanarsieI`m talkin about ill brothers that don`t playThey sit around watchin `Scarface` all daySo here we go, headed up to they sceneTwenty deep in a van like the A-TeamWe rolled up to see what this joint`s aboutWhen one of my boys in the van just pointed em outSo without delay we reactedAnd started shootin like it was target practiceWhen they saw that we wasn`t messin aroundOne tried to run, so I had to chase him downI caught the kid by the corner store deliKicked him in the belly like I was Jeff KelleyI did his jugular vein something violentCame back to see my crew made the rest silentWe sent fifteen bodies to Trapper JohnCos 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 peopleI sort of figured if you thought I was weakYou`d mop the street up with meAnd I got to kill a lot more of your peopleTo put you in your place)(You send your boys in I send em back in a paperbag)Many screamed about a homicideBut when I came to shut em down all the drama diedI plead insanity when I got a jam with meAnd we roll like the Corleone familyI bring the boys that`ll bring the noiseIn the aftermath everything`s destroyedLike a crew of barbariansAnd brothers that want beef, I make em vegetariansSo don`t even front and try to put it as if you`re ruffCos soon as I see ya, best believe i`ma call your bluffAnd everyone else that tried to press up on me tuffHave fallen and they can`t get upMy game is a ill oneCos i`m a real oneLorda mercyNuff controversyA gangster, a khanA pimp and a donWaitin for the beef to be on

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