Big Daddy Kane Lyrics

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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