Big Daddy Kane

Big Daddy Kane - The Beef Is On lyrics

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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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Publisher: Cold Chillin'

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Released in: 1993

Language: English

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