Big Daddy Kane - The Beef Is On Lyrics
Its hell up in harlem, my main man just caught a bad oneWetted by a magnum when he didnt have noneThat goes to show you that even when youre respectedBrothersll still try ya if they think youre butt-*****So 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 cant wait to get em all straightIts a big payback when I retaliateSteam, I gotta let it offAnd I cant wait to set it offTo revenge my main man thats goneAnd as sure as my name is kane, word is bondThe beef is on(once again its on)(you got beef)(once again its on)(you got beef you better save it for the mutha*****in meat market)Its time to show them how to get hardCallin a hit squad and pull all these clowns 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 canarsieIm talkin about ill brothers that dont 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 joints 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 wasnt 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 its on)(you got beef)(once again its on)(you got beef you better save it for the mutha*****in meat market)(I dont happen to trust peopleI sort of figured if you thought I was weakYoud 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 thatll bring the noiseIn the aftermath everythings destroyedLike a crew of barbariansAnd brothers that want beef, I make em vegetariansSo dont even front and try to put it as if youre ruffCos soon as I see ya, best believe ima call your bluffAnd everyone else that tried to press up on me tuffHave fallen and they cant get upMy game is a ill oneCos Im a real oneLorda mercyNuff controversyA gangster, a khanA pimp and a donWaitin for the beef to be on
