BEEF IN THE STREETS

THE 1ST BEEF - (RUKAS!)

Tons of sirens drunks driving no one’s surviving
Once violence becomes a science mums crying
Sobbing their sons lie in a coffin a youngster dying
I ain’t forgot’em, guns are firing
Police want answers none supplying, London’s silent
Someone’s lying, someone’s hiding or, someone’s trying
You aint travelled enough dabbled in drugs battled in clubs
Been shackled in cuffs so what you babbling bruv?
On nights of passion guys are bashed in lives flash in
Front of eyes, a nice attraction
A hundred and five knife slashing prized assassins
Come alive, and rise to action, run the lights clashing
Please know we hate the cops on the streets nosy neighbours watch
They wanna see the police negotiator shot
What’s the reason for police?
There’s nothing they can do and nothing MPs can achieve
Beef in the streets!

Chorus!

Damn it’s hard to breathe in the streets
And a part of me’s in the streets
Man I’d rather peace in the streets
There’s no love, but so much beef in the streets!
Please promise me` the life i want i know there’s
No peace on the street’ where i belong and no they
Don’t teach honesty’ no right or wrong but yo there’s
Beef…on… the… street

THE 2ND BEEF - (DEKAY!)

I know there’s beef in streets an i aint talking bout mickey d’s
Youngsters in the bits are keen to cut you up like guillotines
Skunk mixed with nicotine got me having sicker dreams
I’m sick of these fickle streets never get a bit of peace
My little niece got shot by a fiend just for talking grease
I had to back it coz its deep, fuck calling police
I found the skeez responsible before she spoke to me
I broke her knees and left a signed cd so she know it’s me
Sadistic poetry until the roads cement me
My soul is empty so know not to offend me
I aint got 10p steal ya money like mps
While little yoots get shot on the block from envy
Its evident, we need some more facilities
Divided gangs are making war like their the fucking military
Undercover sinners be, spilling blood invisibly
And kids don’t wanna be doctors they wanna grow up to be killers see!

THE 3RD BEEF (RUKAS!)

The youth……always on the move
What are we to do? …what are we to do? Ooh…
Open up more day centres, play at tennis no more all day benders
To stray offenders boredom is a great menace
Mt mate kenneth had heart his fake tenners flooded black markets
And now today ken is a mad artist
Leave your pal and refuse that gallon of booze
My challenge to you’se you gotta try to put that talent to use
Underage drinking bags of stella
Younger mates thinking that’s the fella, what can i tell ya?
The youth always in a mood on the news
Always on the move always in a feud on the loose
What you wanna do? Confused no clue what i do?
I get thru…to…you! I write a song!