[Verse 1]
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
Try'na 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
(Whoo) Steam, I gotta let it off
And I can't wait to set it off
To avenge my main man that's gone
And as sure as my name is Kane, word is bond
The beef is on
[Chorus]
(Once again it's on)
[(You got beef)] x 3
(...you better save it for the mothafuckin meat market) x 2
[Verse 2]
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 Jim Kelly
I did his jugular vein something violent
Came back to see my crew made the rest silent
We sent fifteen bodies to Trapper John
'Cause the beef was on
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
Try'na 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
(Whoo) Steam, I gotta let it off
And I can't wait to set it off
To avenge my main man that's gone
And as sure as my name is Kane, word is bond
The beef is on
[Chorus]
(Once again it's on)
[(You got beef)] x 3
(...you better save it for the mothafuckin meat market) x 2
[Verse 2]
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 Jim Kelly
I did his jugular vein something violent
Came back to see my crew made the rest silent
We sent fifteen bodies to Trapper John
'Cause the beef was on
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