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[Verse One: Guru]
Stupid, you know it's time to sit and think, before we hit the brink Lockerroom, at a prize fight, before he hit the ring Like when I tell these corporate leeches they can't get a thing Or when I tell relentless rappers they had better sing The position that anyone holds could be up to grabs I'm waitin up the ave to see if anyone folds Since I was twenty-one years old and legal I knew the difference between gimmicky gangsters and powerful people I'm the reason, why the game is flipped I'm the reason, why your aim is missed I'm the reason why you're mad I only sprained my wrist The reason my mindframe is trained in this You like gunfire? Better acquire the taste Cuz youf walk aroun' with full pounds by dem waist Deface property, they be laced properly Rules are rules, fools are fools, I react logically Ain't no way, so come, make my day Like Tom Hanks I earn long bank and Cast you Away [Premier scratching] "This mic in my hand, I'm rulin!" "I repeat, this is not a question" [Chorus: Guru] (Krumbsnatcha) Oh you brag about the ki's you flipped and who you done up Nigga whattup? (Put up or shut up!) Poppin shit about the chicks and the whips you got You think you hot? (Uh-uh, man - you put up or shut up!) Always talkin bout your dough and your wealth and fame Youse a lame (Get out of here - put up or shut up!) You got hot beats and kids that can spit mad fire? Youse a liar! (That's whack - put up or shut up!) [Premier sample: "This mic in my hand, I'm rulin!"] [Verse Two: Guru] Aiyyo I've seen the toughest of tough guys, the ro |
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[DJ Premier scratching]
"I want the public to know.. what goes on" "I mean, look at the situation - be real" [Verse One: Guru] The names have been changed to protect the innocent Each step is intricate, I rep magnificent Knew this kid named Ronnie, used to make cash with Caesar They made a lot of money back in the 80's crack fever Caesar was an overachiever, a kingpin and 18-and-a-half He got knocked and left Ronnie to watch the team and the stash Plus his crib, his jewels, his whip and his girl And Ronnie's self-interests had him livin in a different world He rocked Caesar's chains, he put Caesar's rings Smokin mad wools all day, with Caesar's change Not to mention he pushed up on Caesar's wifey A move like that my man, extremely sheisty It all got back to Caesar in the bing They found Ronnie's body in the playground by the swings Anyone can get it, for sure it don't matter dawg Especially when a nigga tries commitin sabotage [Premier scratching Guru samples] "There ain't nobody to trust" "It's got me ready.. ready.. ready.. ready.. ready to bust" "It's like sabotage, there ain't nobody to trust" ""It's like sabotage" "It's got me ready.. ready.. ready.. ready.. ready to bust" [Verse Two: Guru] Treachery, deception, it's best to keep a weapon When you think that they be breddern, they underhand your plan It's over for the cowardly, we grow more potent hourly I'm knowin where the power be, I'm schemin to get even Dissension can occur from within one's ranks The chain can be weakened, by just one link Pricks be galavantin from one crew to the next Musical click-ass niggaz catch two to the chest My usua |
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"Wh-wh-wh-what can I say? Let me explain this to you..."
[GangStarr] Yo, I don't even want to fight with you man I'll lay you right where you stand You can catch a few shells One go right through your polo, man Usually I'm dolo and I gotta crazy team Car kissed the ride on you, watch for the laserbeam Shit, it's that Ol' G Flavor Remind you of a quarter bodega and that oldie behavior All point but I ain't tryna scuffle with chumps My long joints got the culture power plus the double pump Troublesome, to anyone who stands in the way I'll stand and I'll spray, FUCK if ya man is in the way Your girl want me 'cause I do it better than you The whole world wants me nigga, I'ma legend to you Like LL, Rakim, Ice-T and them niggaz Like Cube, Snoop and Dre, I'ma be seenin them figures It don't matter, you don't have to be likin me man Keep playin, you'll be layin there, right where you stand [Chorus: Jadakiss] Gun on my waist, knife in my hand I keep tellin you cowards, I'ma leave you there right where you stand I don't want to talk and I ain't tryna want to fight with ya man Tryna get it over quick, leave you right where you stand Some say I'm trifflin, sometimes I'm rightfully am But I don't give a fuck, I'ma leave you right where you stand You just mad, you will never be as nice as I am D-Block, GangStarr leave you right where you stand, what [Jadakiss] You want to know why I invest all my money into haze and into dope 'cause right now, I'm currently a slave for Interscope Respect first, then money - basic shit If you got niggaz under pressure, you could take they shit Listen, I'ma leave you right where you stand Have the ambulance pass ya Timberlands off right to ya man 'cause he pussy, he ain't gonna do nothin but look When it come to beef, he don't want to do nothing but cook As soon as the chrome scope him, right there, two in the dome Smokin, Kiss keep funeral homes open I fall back, smoke an ounce in the dark Bounce on a Preme track like I bounce on a NARC Keep playin, why'all niggaz will burn and you know they say it takes somethin to happen for niggaz to learn Let the .40 Cal give em a perm This industry is like bacteria and my flow is a germ Just mad 'cause you'll never be as nice as I am J to the mwah and I'll leave you right where you stand, huh... "You gangstas is cosmetic..." "Keep playin, you'll be layin there, right where you stand..." "My people from the hood stay on the grind..." "D-Block, GangStarr leave you right where you stand, what..." "You gangstas is cosmetic..." "W-w-w-w-w-word..." [GangStarr] I see you got the fear of God in you We'll tear your heart in two Too bad you didn't know what you got into Yeah, the most righteous, till Malcolm got a close likeness My name carry weight to capitate most vipers Hot rhymes, spit a dime, hit a case beater Flow is angry like I'm in your face with heaters Chasin divas - nah, I don't ever have to do that P.I. till I die and I laugh at you cats You happy perhaps 'cause you got dough and bitches But no love from streets only for moles and snitches Only from the meatlapin, suckers won't see it happen Cross that line, then it's time for the heat clappin I do my thing like the whole planet depends on me I got game to make Janet want to spend on me Some say I'm trifflin and sometimes I'm rightfully am Getcha man, I'll lay him right where he stand [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WHITFIELD, NORMAN J./STRONG, BARRETT/ELAM, KEITH <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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| 3:21 |
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Intro:
Skills, skills, skills [DJ Premier Scratching] "My Microphone" "It's Skills"-KRS One "The funky beat" "It's skills"-KRS One [Chorus: Guru] (Skills) Top rank point blank we vital Spit flows rip shows peep the recital (Skills) Now, you feel it when we drop those Hot beats stop phoes killin shit we got those (Skills) It's, the music that the street love Each thug, is now reppin this with deep love (Skills) Gang Starr duelin again rulin again Watch as we do it again [Verse 1: Guru] It's the, true enliven with a youthful vengeance And I'm a judge rap is your ass give you a crucial sentence You need at least twelve jewels to practice Your too enthusiastic male groupie bastard Still tryin to convince us some more Pretendin your raw that's what you need a minister for Again it's the law got you up against the wall We the gulliest fuck it then it's us against y'all Mic skills type grills like I'm Michael Jill Like when he write for the pill is how I stay for the ill Slide off kid, and let a grown man finesse it We bold and impressive that old manifest shit Some new product from a known team Niggas know me, and you can bet they know Preme So here we go for your stereo And you could tell that it's real when you hear me go hear me go [Chorus: Guru] (Skills) Top rank point blank we vital Spit flows rip shows peep the recital (Skills) Now, you feel it when we drop those Hot beats stop phoes killin shit we got those (Skills) It's, the music that the street love Each thug, is now reppin this with deep love (Skills) Gang Starr duelin again rulin again Watch as we do it again [Verse 2: Guru] You littl |
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| 4:15 |
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[Guru]
Yeah, bout to talk about some serious shit Deadly habits, you know everybody's got 'em Just that some niggaz try to front, try to cover shit up But fuck that, I be wylin sometimes - you know why? Cause suckers be thinkin that shit is sweet Niggaz be thinkin that rap niggaz ain't real, haha Yeah well that's aight, that's aight Let 'em think what they want [Verse One: Guru] Yo I'm steady at it, them deadly habits I pray for the best outcome son, but my dome's already shattered By the shit that's occurred Drivin home tipsy from the club, puffin herb, vision blurred Thinkin bout them niggaz who caught the drop Who I gotta stop, who he caught, and who still gotta get popped Stash box, feelin like Fish in "King of New York" Wifey do her thing for the God, she don't be bringin me pork Cause there's enough deadly shit a brother be facin Up in V.I.P., niggaz drinks they be lacin Got a nigga sweatin pacin, not ready to fall the fuck up But ready to pull out, and back 'em all the fuck out And my guardian angel, is always there to protect And my supreme nature, keeps all them savages in check How the hell did everything get so twisted They say be careful what you pray for, so I guess now it's this shit [Chorus: Guru] They will never know - what I do to get by And them many times I almost died They will never know - all the reasons why I flip And now I gotta keep an extra clip They will never know - what this stress is like And why I'm on point, ready to fight They will never know - all the pressure and pain Don't give a fuck if they think less of me mayne [Verse Two: Guru] Deadly habits, they could be a number of |
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Just a nice girl, in the wrong place Just a nice nice girl, in the wrong place
[Guru] What′s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? You wanna take my chips I wanna take you on trips So you can help me get my won Go ahead try it for me here′s the story of my money I′m the owner and I do more than bone you Maybe help you in fam like Princeton Apollonia You looking right I see you hooking the night But something about you got me pushing up tight Do that dance like Aphrodite cause you mighty Might be the trick that make me trip just slightly Your eyes twist and your breast acts on times as hitten If it ain′t love it is thuggish just smithen I′m felling on ya like I′m reading your aura So, and I hope that I can see you tomorrow Remembering your face like this And be chased like this What you doing in a place like this? [Chorus: Boy Big] Just a nice girl, in the wrong place And I think I′m getting you in a major way Just a nice girl, in the wrong place yeahyeahyeah Whatcha doin in a place like this? [Guru] What′s a nice girl like you doing here like this? busting your heels like this, I know you feel like shit And you feel like calling it quits, but you need that dough Paying for school I can see that yo You′re intelligent similar to Angelo I′m understanding you, I got big plans for you Your (?) got you going places You chasing money, ain′t no funny faces You s-serious, just delirious You like your little outfit, I like the way you wear it You say your last man was too jealous Your too young to settle down, girl I let you tell ′em You′re not a video chick not a groupie Just an ambitious young woman with juicy lips Remembering your face like this And be chased like this What you doing in a place like this [Chorus] [Guru] What′s a nice lady doing i |
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| 2:42 |
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Aiyyo, what the FUCK is this shit that y'all are listenin to
nowadays on the radio man? You call that shit hip-hop? THAT'S SOME FAGGOT BITCH SHIT Y'ALL ARE LISTENIN TO! All you DJ's are lettin the program directors handcuff you and sit there and tell you how to mix?! YOU FUCKIN ROBOTS! FUCK Y'ALL!!! [Guru] Real talk, serious thoughts True and livin with a youthful vengeance, yo [Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"] [Guru] At times I feel like my back's against the wall And if y'all ain't with me, then it's me against y'all I stand my ground, that's what I was taught While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort In the midst of war, I find peace within Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in The mind is a terrible thing to waste I show love cause it's a terrible thing to hate Of course I want money, but I won't compromise Y'all don't realize, think I won't bomb you guys? With the truth nigga, stop misleadin the youth nigga Too many wakes and funerals, that's the proof nigga Our hood's in danger, kids need guidance You keep lyin, still the young keep dyin As I walk through the valley I fear none, yes I'm the chairman Here with my nigga Premier son And we came to change the game We represent the pain that's real talk, what's y'all claim to fame? Rappers simply tracin flows and chasin hoes Frontin mad hard, that shit's amazin yo Producers makin Tinkerbell beats for them to rhyme on Their ass if they get on the same stage that I'm on Our shit be rugged, like the New York streets Make the wrong move stupid then you lose your seat Cats be buyin up |
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| 3:37 |
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(feat. Fat Joe & M.O.P.)
(Fat Joe) yeah uh, GangStarr Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on living legends, ya heard me? yeah uh yo uh I got seven Mac 11's about eight .38 Nine nines, Mac 10's man this shit never end Even if the apple won't spin I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin Niggaz yellin out the window "Joe's at it again" But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen I mean feds wanna knock me just cuz I'm cocky An arrogant fuck, wave "Hi" when they watch me Can't stop me everytime official Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you "He was a fine individual" what the papers scriptured Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top Even if the old ladies love to call the cops I got guns (Lil' Fame) You got, he got, they got M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns Big ones, extra large heat Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat Pop in a heart beat Keep the cannon in my reach Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach We keep them damn thangs full of hollows And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco Brownsville deep in my genes I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+ We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit We got guns (Hook) We got, we got, they got (GUNS!) Crazy ill, man rowdy I gots it locked Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock But only if you feel this shit We got, we got, they got (GUNS!) Crazy ill, man rowdy I gots it locked Bringin the noise, bringin the funk (Guru) Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak You're too dumb to play your position so unique I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep And even if you had a thought to move on us Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary It's only customary It's you we got to bury We'll dead your homo thug network Head shots make your head jerk My marks-men/man on the roof, he's an expert (Billy Danze) Who got a problem? It's already been established I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA It's always some shit but it's always a clip to re-route your doubts and see what you about Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?) Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit And you deserve a hole in the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix on the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over Keep in mind whatever the nine spit It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch We got guns |
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A special guest ??"It's the militia... It's the militia"
This is a conquest, so I suggest you take a rest Or keep a breath, but definitely keep a vest on that chest Rymes I'm packin, just like a thug at a car-jackin' Shoot off your hat when I start cappin, this is no actin G-A-N-G, S-T-A double R And you don't want no trouble up in here, baby pa From the late-night drama, of the New York streets To the hoods of LA, real niggas likin Primo's beats Put suckers on glass, send em, back to class And kick hot shit, so we can stack the Johnny Cash I brought the God, Rakim, lyrically gunning you wanna dash? I got Dub C, from South C, what you doubt me? Travellin through warzones with my infrared microphone In the year One Mill, destroying, enemies chromozones Words burn through flesh, leavin nothing but skeletal You best pay resepect to the legends, boy I'm tellin you, Militia The illest--Realest--Representin Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known The illest--Realest--Word up It's The Militia The illest--Realest--Representin Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known The illest--Realest--Word up It's The Militia Makin a move, makin a move, who's that nigga thats makin a move? It's the Shadiest rhymin'-back, actin' a motherfucking fool Four-four packers, my jackets ?hittin the tag? saggin, baggin Foot on my rag, mess up a bag, leavin my enemies in bodybags You niggas was crackin, what y'all thought it wasn't gon' happen? Dub C and my East Coast sisters gettin together rappin Gun-clappin, chump smackin, kiss the ring of your highness Look while I'm in New York City, walkin with two of the Brooklyn's finest My two affiliates from the East we all bang But if y'all don't mind, this is still Westside Connec' Gang Dress-code the same, just new pieces on my neck East Coast brownies, house shoes, and hair nets Y'all can't see this, so peep the sister G is pushin a Six As I freak this, caviar GangStarr Militia remix It's Dub C the jankiest loc', I'm runnin this here With the Guru and New York's hardest, DJ Premier, Militia The illest--Realest--Representin Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known The illest--Realest--Word up It's The Militia The illest--Realest--Representin Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known The illest--Realest--Word up It's The Militia Yo, it's The Master, mister, Musical Massacre Passion for disaster, paragraph ambassador R get the red carpet, just call me on Corner the market like the mic's last name was Corleone The facade killer, come through your city like Godzilla Think of the sickest thing you ever seen, Ra's iller My vision's vicious, suspect suspicious Plans is ambitious, my motive's malicious No interferin, if you ain't down, you got to swearin And these cats they ain't carin, habitat awarin Crack appearin, from out the track that I'm hearin It's either that, or I'm going back to racketeering Yo, you should see me, I got a crew like Mussolini But Kool as Moe Dee, my flow be, smooth and easy For turnin ?area centers? to wilers, you get the picture? Rakim is, the minist', with malice, Militia GangStarr, The R, Dub C, baby pa. Straight up, check it out |
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"Y'all cats know we always play to win" ->Guru "Players get your pay up" [Verse One: Guru] For my respect, I just might have to shut you down Hang your punk ass from a limb, they'll have to cut you down See I'm tired of you faggots kickin dirt on my name While you rap clone phonies only hurtin the game I'm too persistant, plus I flow too vicious Bout to expose you hoes, this shit is too twisted Rappers be actin, like they rich or somethin When they get robbed like a herb, that's what they get for frontin I'm in the top ten, one of the best of all time Been known to drop men - who CARES if the rest of y'all rhyme? You're mediocre son, you're barely average kid Your style's Chi-Chi, wanna see me crack yo' cabbage kid? From the hood to the corporate, give up your goods and forfeit This is George Foreman style, watch me cook this raw shit More chips, watch us rake 'em in And y'all cats know we always play to win [scratching by Premier] "Y'all cats know we always play to win" ->Guru "Real.. rough rhymes" "Y'all cats know we always play to win" ->Guru "Players get your pay up" [Verse Two: Guru] I'm hot so they're feelin me, you're not so you're killin me You're hatin on the low, tried to block my soliloquy While you spread rumors, I'ma dead you junior Have your mind blown, poundin your dome like head tumors Family tradition when I'm randomly spittin And girls love my voice, they say it's handsomely different I never won awards, no Grammys and things Back in the days did sticks, made niggaz hand me they rings What goes around comes around, they tried me later But I survived a |
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[Chorus: Guru] Riot act, this is where we really prepare Riot act, out here we show no fear RIOT ACT, time to protect our communities Riot act, real criminals get immunity RIOT ACT, eye for an eye - so yo who want it? RIOT ACT, rushin all you cowards who fronted Riot act, let's bring the power to the people RIOT ACT, no justice then we gotta come see you [Verse One: Guru] Just like a thunderous gun clap, you wonder who done that Put you under with one rap, me and the brothers have come back We'll lash you for tryin that, we know you been lyin cat So now you be lyin flat, we'll read you the riot act Whassup you little fuck, get your life right Cause there's too much goin in the world, and shit ain't quite right See you're just addin to the problem Young gun, high-strung, ready to trey-eight revolve 'em Knot nearly in your waist, you step up in the place Catch one off guard, he lookin silly in the face But hear they come with the M-16's They got teargas, helmets and clubs - knahmean? It's martial law in these streets It's like Afghanistan man, it's gettin raw in the streets Still you demand your rights, I understand your plight But do the knowledge if you plan to fight [Chorus] [Verse Two: Guru] So realize what it is to be oppressed and afflicted Subjected to sick shit, knowin others live different FUCK THAT, the streets about to blow again They forgot, so we gotta let 'em know again Huh, we'll blast you for tryin that, we know you been lyin cat So now you be lyin flat, we'll read you the riot act Soldiers, let's show these cowards what's up The hood a |
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| 3:45 |
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Yo, do the knowledge to the master build the blow and the spliff
The new millennium, hide them a beef Gotta watch what I say to you niggaz so I calm my patience 'Cause the shit ain't really pass the statue of limitations The streets still holler about how strong I am Niggaz I hurt still holler about how wrong I am As a little nigger broke, thinking soda and coke Had me amazed how my steady hand kept in the flow Let it sit, cool and heart lit, hit the set cool and heartless In front of the store projects, as long as I made a profit I see you eyeing me, you fire escape diary Filled with pages of episodes and shying me Nonbeliever I hammer for hire Hit yo ass so hard that your coke will catch fire Dog the stakes are dyer, I'm no liar Hold the court and the street beef cause I got pride Same team no games, these chicks I blow brains Rap-a-lot soul train the corners rocking cocaine Got no shame Trying to blow these figures Headquarters gone he ain't left he still with us Not in the physical through us he live I can seen him with Big L, Pun, Pac and BIG Watching over the kid like dear shed the waist over And yelling ?Ether?, ?Blowout? and ?Takeover? I'm the truth; give you proof and your video shoot Pull them candors on you while them cameras on you How you love that Don't want to blow with Staxx So go ahead dumb up, make me car crumb up ?It's the Militia? Yall niggaz don't know about I Got me heated, frustrated about to blow my high Me and Benz blazing, Rave got the gauge raising Sick of talking about it, niggaz ain't on my weight lift Whenever we stand together, down for whatever Divided we get at you from more angles Gangstarr forbid, NYG's same team no games Love is love fame one in the same Corny style, niggers act strange going against the grain Don't want to see us on top of our thing, we adapt to change Fame, fortune and material game, flow natural unrestrained Let me explain, niggers don't get it until you set it to flame Subject them to pain, make them respect The name, the set you rep, connects you get Stay ready to bang Steps ahead of competitors that'll test your aim H. Staxx shoot back splat dang your brain My foundation bust gats spread there's your brain Fuck with mine, spat not take the blame Play it for keeps, we came to win YO, I'm the Jerry Rice to this, much too nice to quit And just so you know, we never liked you kid Since you ain't wanna let niggers eat I'm gonna convene with my team before We gotta let the trigger speak 'Cause nowadays yall rappers are carbon Copies paws are sloppy, still its hard to stop me Especially when I connect with my man, rep for my fam We taking back the rest of our land And we don't really care if they say you are the shit They playing your hits We about to make our way in this biz And let's see if the gimmick last until the next season In a flash, take your stupid ass out, give me the next reason Flip for my peoples here, spit for my peoples here Yeah... time to get rich with my peoples here Cut of a snake's head, then we break bread Same team, no games You underground trying to fake dead { scratching by DJ Premier repeats } Let, let, let the games begin |
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| 3:07 |
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DJ Premier]
Word up Aiyyo Rome' (yo) Yo life ain't what it's cracked up to be these days, why'knahmean? [Rome] Word! Knahmsayin? Life hard out this muh'fucker, why'knahmsayin? [DJ Premier] So you gotta make the best of a bad situation, and hold your head [Rome] Know what I'm sayin? You gotta progress through the struggle man [Chorus] [Guru] In this life.. (ohhh, this life) [DJ P] "You better wake up" [Guru] In this life.. (talkin bout this life) [DJ P] "are-are-Remember this" [Guru] In this life.. (whoah-ohhh) [DJ P] "S-S-Survival of the fittest" -> Nas [Guru] In this life.. [DJ P] "I go all out" - "why'knahmsayin?" [Verse One: Guru] From New York to Cali it remains the same Bitch niggaz always want to go against the grain The strong will survive, the weak shall perish Why'all need more courage, I keep why'all nourished Get in line, I let you know right now You need to slow right down or you get blown right now From what I see it's systematic how we push to addicts Demographics make the street life hell or drastic In the hood we see oppressive genocide 'Cause if it's on it's on, you know at least 10 men'll ride But on the other side, corruption runs deep I'm aware of the conspiricies, discussion is brief They're building more prisons, spendin less on schools On the block Smith & Wess-ons and Teflons rule It's hard to escape it, certain laws are sacred In this life my nigga, it's mad hard to make it [Chorus] [Guru] In this life.. [Dogg] Money is key [Dogg] And everybody you see ain't what they claim to be [Guru] In this life.. [Dogg] I try to do right [Dogg] I live a treacherous life, I know I ain't right, mm [Guru] In this life.. [Dogg] You got to keep on [Dogg] You got to be strong, you got to hold on [Guru] In this life, heh, I come in peace [Guru] But still yo, I come from the streets [Verse Two: Snoop Dogg] This one's for my sons and my lil' daughter Peace to JMJ and my nigga Headquarters A +GangStarr+ with a gangster, on a mission World +Premier+, limited edition My mind keeps driftin cause I haven't had a spliff in A long time, I'm doin fine, I feel teriffic I bop up the street, see-walk to the beat It's cold outdoors, so I got to keep some heat I never know when a cutthroat gon' try to test me Disrespect me, things could get messy Yes he, shoot a good game, like James I mean Jesse, watch out nigga, heavens to Betsies The big drum beater With a car full of heaters and some fly senoritas In some Stacy's or some Chucks, cause I gotsta keep it G'd up Run up on the Dogg man you bound to get beat up [Chorus] [Guru] In this life.. (ohhh, this life, I'm tryin to make it better) [DJ P] "You better wake up" [Guru] In this life.. (I won't have to struggle no mo', no I won't) [DJ P] "are-are-Remember this" [Guru] In this life.. (ohhh, this life, this life) [DJ P] "S-S-Survival of the fittest" -> Nas [Guru] In this life.. (tryin to make it better, yes I am) [Outro: Uncle Reo] Ooooohhh, talkin bout this life Whoahhhhh, this life, this life... |
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"One-two.." "One-two, shots to the chin.. knock you out" "One-two.." "Devestating!" "On da mic" "One-two.." "The maker, owner!" "Come on, now come on" [Verse One: Guru] Got you quiddear and ski-dared, fearin what we might do And you can give me all mine in cash, that will suffice dude In the streets deep, we roll through the city Looks like it's time to eat, so yo who's with me? Strictly, we keep it in the best perspective Cause nowadays it's more than simply live and let live A sedative, that's what these headcases need Them rats'll get trapped soon as they taste the cheese Black M. Casey fan, just pay us and scram Watch us drop a new supply to up the daily demand Phony critics wanna retract shit, once I spit again And since we didn't finish the job, you gettin hit again [DJ Premier] "One-two.." "Devestating!" "On da mic" "One-two, one-two, shots to the chin.. knock you out" "One-two.." "Devestating!" "On da mic" "One-two, one-two" "The maker, owner!" "Come on, now come on" [Verse Two: Guru] You fuck, you didn't listen when I told you before When it comes to dope tracks, we be holdin the raw Do somethin stupid, and you'll be left holdin your jaw Put you punks on blast for not knowin the law Don't deny yourself, learn to apply yourself Or end up by yourself, I multiply the wealth I got the titles, deeds, licenses and policies Complete ownership, Don Gurizzu they call me Primo said that we should just, lock it all down See the bigger picture, so we can profit all around Now everybody's ridin the dick, once I spit again And since we didn't finish the job, you gettin hit again [DJ Premier]-acapo |
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Yo I pop your lid, I got to live I ain't tall but I can show y'all what a problem is I like to zone, I'm nice with chrome I keep a vast stash of Magnums cause I like to bone I play the game, I stay the same But I can switch styles, pick files, I'm like gravy train Shot the witness, got the bitches Still in the streets with my heat about to shock the business I handle biz, I cancel kids Just like Allen I'ma show 'em what "The Answer" is I'm after props, I spaz a lot And yo I'm deadin all the bullshit 'til my casket drops You know me boy, you owe me boy You wanna end up in my trunk dyin slowly boy? I'm confident, I'm on some shit Cause I been knowin already you was on the dick I'm zonin [Chorus: DJ Premier scratching - repeat 2X] "Down with the Foundation" "Step into my zone, mad rhymes'll stifle ya" ->Guru "No time for games cause I'm, all grown up" ->DMX "I speak that re-real shit, just listen" [Verse Two: Guru] It's conspiracy, you hearin me? That's why I get love And still got others fearin me You never know, who's next to blow And since it's me, I'ma stash me some extra dough Got extra flow, chicks give me sex and dough Need I, mention P.I. player let me know I'm down with dis, I founded this So you should recognize the true authentic sound of this The golden voice, holdin toys But not playin, Guru and Preem', we like the golden boys The chain and star, I'm angry pah |
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[Premier] Yeah L.B., Bryan Moier I miss you man rest in peace To Endeara Bishop Rest in peace little lady To Claira Stewart I love you Aunt Ploute To the coffe boy Arden Franklin Rest in peace Res My nigga Headquarters Head up eyes and ears open Word is bond! Jam Master J, Big L Big Lee, Flamboyant for life Aaliyah, Mad Mark Boogie down Bronx P. O., Left Eye [Guru] The emotions that one goes thourgh, over a loss of a loved one Or friend then, knowing the cost of rebuilding and carrying on It gets so damn hard in this modern day Babylon And disease runs rampant, so many men carry arm So many have a lonely painful road to travel on Mothers losing sons, improper use of guns Children go astray because their parents were abusive ones I used to run with the illest guys Thourgh the realest eyes I seen the realest and the illest die The cycle continues, so many times the good ones The young ones So many misunderstood ones Remembering their faces and voices And when the wise man said Life is full of choices Some get caught up, others are innocent victims All I know is they were close to us, and that we miss them * I'm not sure about any of these names * [Premier] Easy E , Big Pun Lil Bro, East New York Dorothy Clark, Sydney Clark Junior "Rest in peace" Clarence Elam, Charles Elam Omar Pitts, D. J. Threat Big Mellow, D. J. Screw Aunt Nettie "Rest in peace" Uncle Frank, Harold Guy Poetic, Gravediggaz Fred Jordan, Ted Dimmy G. B. Greg Box "Rest in peace" Taheim Cambell Watch over your big brother Bumpy Knucks Yeah! H |
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