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    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

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