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from Music From Entourage: American TV Drama Collection Vol.3 (2009)
Uhh...
("Boy, what is it you want to do when you grow up?) Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake I put in work, and watch my status escalate Now I'ma start collectin props, connectin plots networkin like a conference, cause the nonsense is yet to stop Jakes shake me down, haters wanna take me down Break me down, CLAP all they heard was the sound Yo I scoped it out, I took your weak dream and choked it out Your bitch don't really got no ass, she just poked it out on the deelow, I'm sayin, you versus me though? We can do this shit right here, in front of your people See time is money kid, and BS walks And to me, it's funny kid when you meet heads talk I see Feds stalk, they wanna dig up the dirt Son is it me they hawk, cause I be puttin in work Son? Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake I put in work, and watch my status escalate You cornballs get stonewalled, blackballed I own y'all The veteran, runnin my plan I'm the better man Crazy raw, doin my job like the mob Blazin y'all, and disappearin in the fog or a mist, and chicks can't resist what I kick They be beggin for attention or some more of the dillznick Word up baby, someone may have to get hurt up baby Shit is mad shady, but I got to get the gravy Platinum respect like the force of a tech keep you hittin the deck, feelin heat in your chest Bangin your thoughts with the hot onslaught A kid got shot on the spot for goin where he should not Viciously, I make history, instantly Those other lame ass loser ass niggaz, they can't fuck with me I'm doin my thing now, to lamp later on Paid in the shade, with some fly gators on But now I'm grimy as they get, mud on my pants and shirt I bet you niggaz out here know, I be puttin in work Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake I put in work, and watch my status escalate |
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from Freedom Writers (프리덤 라이터스) by Mark Isham [ost] (2007)
Take this for example young brothers want rep
Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we're getting ours, yo Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so It doesn't matter if the cops be scoping They can't do jack, that's why a young brother's open To do anything, anywhere, anyplace Buckwild in another court case It's the code of the streets They might say we're a menace to society But at the same time I say "Why is it me?" Am I the target, for destruction? What about the system, and total corruption? I can't work at no fast-food joint I got some talent, so don't you get my point? I'll organize some brothers and get some crazy loot Selling D-R-U-G-S and clocking dollars, troop Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine I gotta have it so I can leave behind The mad poverty, never having always needing If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding I gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts And while I'm selling, here's a flash report Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low Here's the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show? You gotta be a pro, do what you know When you're dealing with the code of the streets Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be weilding Got the tec one dealing, let me express my feelings Guru has never been one to play a big shot It's just the styles I got that keep my mic hot Anf fuck turning my back to the street scene It gives me energy, so Imma keep fiends Coming, just to get what I'm selling Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon So keep abreast to the GangStarr conquest Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect I've never been afraid to let loose my speech My brothers know I kick the code of the streets |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
[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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
[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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
"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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
[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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
[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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
"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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
[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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
"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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
(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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
[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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
[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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
(feat. Panch)
Nah you know what we gotta do? We gotta do - HINEY! The bitch said, "Panch stand behind me Same Team, No Games" (feat. H. Staxx, NYG'z) [NYG'z] 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 [H. Staxx] 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 [NYG'z] 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 [Guru] 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 My dick about killin, never been about game When there wasn't pussy, there was always my haind Nine and a half-'ll get you in a dame Anything less is just a GOD DAMN SHAME! Check my balls, my shit got blue wrinkles on the face .. for them bitches who had the nerve to put me out they place In they HINEY The bitch said, "Panch stand behind me And put that monster in my hiney," HI-NEY! I come through your block, with that one-eye whistle One hand on the whistle One.. one-eyed monster hit you Make it slick, BITCH, my dick game's OFFICIAL! Lose your weight and, I don't leave you waitin The world is earthquakin My balls got yo' ass shakin - it's hiney jack! UH-OH! HINEY! The bitch said, "Panch stand behind me And put that monster in my hiney," HI-NEY! [imitating the beat] When I bust a nut, it say [imitating the beat] On her HINEY! [laughter and applause] (That's some brilliant shiznit, yo! Aiyyo!) |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
"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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
[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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
[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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
"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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
[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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
"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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
(feat. Smiley)
(Smiley) Aiyyo I got the dimes that I get, I got the dimes that I bring (Preem') Yo, yo yo (Smiley) Yo Preem', what's good? (Preem') What's good man - you still fuckin with that shit son? (Smiley) Yo, don't even come at me with that bullshit man, whassup? (Preem') I'm sayin man, you said you was gonna leave this shit alone (Preem') You still on that bullshit nigga (Smiley) Son.. SON I'll leave it alone (Smiley) when you come and get ready with this music B, what the fuck? (Preem') I'm sayin man, who the fuck you think you are man? (Smiley) Yo, yo Yo gangsta gangsta, O.G. is what you call me It's like my life is like a never-endin drug story Make coke, expand, yo you know who I am Death percentages rises in the hood like grams Who done it and ran, who blammed on my fam' Out the window every night, deadly intentions man Cocked back and ready to fire, hit man for hire And fuck politicians, nothin but liars As I build my cream, with self esteem But drink the water from the streams, of gangsta lean To keep food on my plate, stick a mac to your face So I never have to fall off, so you can never underrate Force pressure, is the techniques of real men So when you slam the doors, we still get in It's like demons when, what you fight that you can't see'll come out your buildin, and get shot drastically The way of the world, niggaz fiendin to pull it You either bite the dust, or just dodge that bullet |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
(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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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
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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from 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2002)
{*scratched: "What? You wanna battle ME?"*}
{*scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?"*} {*scratched: "What? You wanna battle ME?"*} {*scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?"*} [Guru] I used to guzzle 40's, and own a beat up Caddy Since the hood still love me, I'll turn the heat up daddy I went from mackin fly honies on the train to straight relaxin on the beach, countin money gettin brain Soon as you rappers get a chance you wanna floss a lot You buy a iced out watch because it cost a lot Then you in the club, stylin with dough Profilin with hoes that we boned, a while ago You rookies haven't done enough laps around the track You had one hot single, but then your album sounds wack Son you bore me with your war stories You ain't even do that shit, so that's just more stories How you expect us to take you seriously? The look in my eye punk, has got you scared of me I'm blastin your sons, I'm snatchin your funds You catch a royal ass-whoopin, you've been askin for one {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} "What.. what?" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*} "Yo man.." "You know the drill" {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} "What.. what?" {*scratch: "You wanna battle me?"*} "Yo man.." "How much money you got?" [Guru] Bitch you don't even know, the half about me I bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff about me I'm just a little bit older, plus a whole lot wiser I might advise ya, or I might pulverize ya I can visit any city, get respect in the street While you alone in your room, shook to death of the streets I'll take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in reach I ain't talkin romance but you'll get swept off your feet I keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she peddle shit Groupies fake moves, I get her to settle shit You can't compare to the status right here Legendary worldwide, we can battle right here Listen junior, I'ma tear back your wig This ain't TV but I'll show you what a "Fear Factor" is Stop grillin me, and all that frontin is killin me You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings G {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} "What.. what?" {*scratch: "You wanna battle me?"*} "Yo man.." "How much money you got?" "What.. what?" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*} "Yo man.." "You know the drill" {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*} {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around"*} "You know the drill" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*} {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} "You know the drill" |
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from Gang Starr - The Remainz [ep] (2002)
Now I'm about to get funky..
to somethin that Premier plays Funky.. we gonna do it this way I'm gettin funky.. to somethin that Premier plays I'm the Guru and we'll do it this way Now give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Now give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due I'm heated up, cause I'm seein folks that are so phony They didn't know me when I was broke and I was lonely Only a few came to check me, so they come first.. .. and yo our people come next G We'd go to a club, the Milky Way or the Payday The outlaw spots, where the music was real hot And you wasn't there, when the underrated, real MC's came equipped.. and used to kick slick lyrics All live, without no lipsync To a dope crate, building skills from instinct I'm tired of people, gettin all excited I'm not trippin on just a thing, but I'm delighted to let you know, that some others be flim-flammin I'll let you know, that all this time, we been jammin So give up the props Hobbes, jealousy's a flaw If the next man deserves it, earns it, it should be law So let him pass right through Because you got to give the credit y'all where it is due You know you got to give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Some of the dopest MC's don't really get enough light Cause their record companies don't really market them right Most of the people signin acts, they ain't from the street Cause yo they come from the sweet.. .. soft section of town While they be sweatin and pretendin that they know a real rap sound But I know some guys, and some ladies, that can fill those spots mate to promote the real greats and educate, and get it straight And mobilizin the imitators, exposin the explosive core I hope to explore galaxies of remedies for your wack rap sickness as I convey relay, mack rap quickness In this business, I witness trickyness Some MC's are into stickyness But I'm sayin this, from experience, I'm furious I didn't get this far overnight, and there's nothin like the real thing, the real swing right? (real swing right?) ("On and on.." -) Biz) I'm takin things that are true So won't you give the credit y'all where it is due So yo I'm fed, cause people like to talk too much They're misled, and yo they like to sqwak too much But let me tell you baby you can't front on this twenty-four track mix, with the deep-ass kick The objective, is to surely demolish the chances of the wack takin all the dollars Support the brothers who are truly gifted This way, the odds, could never be shifted Like my man, you know he works real hard He's good at what he does and now he lives real large So why envy him, or anyone in his crew Just sit back and give the credit y'all where it is due Give the credit.. where it's due Give the credit y'all.. where it is due Give the credit.. where it's due Just give the credit y'all.. where it is due |
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from Gang Starr - The Remainz [ep] (2002)
Shit, it ain't go hold me back, I gotta go all out to get mine A tech nine might come in handy for the next time I'm frustrated, chumps are making me mad Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad Too gold, too bold, too fly for them to stop The man to respect 'cause I'm ripping up blocks I gotta get the dough, gotta run the show I'm flipping like a kilo, stash a million or so Go for what you feel and deal wit this 'Cause I'm dangerous, I come real wit this And packing and strapping, it goes along wit the rapping By any means necessary, you can't get buried I may come wit a smile but I've been known to get crazy wild So when you scheme, yo, I scheme too And I've been out here and yes, I've seen you I know your face, I know your name and all your people kid I've got mad connections, so won't do a bid I make the moves, I'm never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking Mad murderer stalk in the night when you walk Feelings of stone to the bone, I'm a rock No regrets for doing shit I had to do I was hard headed and yea, I still am too But you know I got things under control So you should slow your roll that's my advice to you bro A street veteran, sometimes I'm trife as a juvenile I'll beep your style, you can't fuck wit the golden child That's why you're riffing but you know you're just ass kissing You wanna meet'cha maker, I'm a take ya Or else let the man command 'Cause I'll be ready to get you open, ain't no joking, I jam So if you wanna know who's really boss Then try your game, lamb, and end up taking a big loss If I don't get my way, you're history To you, I'm a mystery, you never understand me I came to grab the tapes and be out I came to get what's due to me 'cause I got clout I make the moves, I'm never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking I'm sinister, I'm selling no wolf tickets here Rolling correct to get my point across clear Sights in the city make me bitter And I ain't taking no shit from no sucker nigga I move swift, always looking for the money to make I need the cash flow, I got a lot at stake And I could never go out like a crab So shut the hell up and put the money in a big bag Hand it over smooth like I need fat dough, I got things to do tonight I'm always on my job, ain't no time to be caught short And those outta line, pay a fine or get knocked off It's my turn to clock the duckets Being broke, nah, I can't fuck wit it I'm making moves, never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking |
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from Gang Starr - The Remainz [ep] (2002)
"I would like to play a.. little tune I just composed not so long ago" "Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie Holiday" *HORNS* *drum roll* *piano keys played* *HORNS* "Byrd..?" *trumpet solo* *group horns* "The music called jazz.." -) Guru *HORNS* [Guru] It's roots are in the sounds of the African or should I say the mother.. bringin us back again From the drummin on the Congo, we came with a strong flow and continue to grow Feet move, to the beat of the t'balo Now dig the story and follow For then it landed, on American soil Through the sweat, the blood, and the toil Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted on chain gangs Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues St. Louis blues, they were all the news Ringin smooth.. in all the listeners ears Fulfillin the needs, and plantin the seeds of a jazz thing King Oliver's group was a train comin through to Chicago, bringin the New Orleans groove And when Satchmo blew, the audience knew Basil Street blues was the whole house tune it was music.. great to dance to Great to romance to with a lot to say to you Relaying a message, revealing the essence of a jazz thing * DJ Premier cuts "jazz music" * In the 40's came be-bop, the first be-bop The real be-bop, so let me talk about Diz' and Byrd, givin the word Defining how a beat could be so complete Playing with ferocity, thinkin with velocity About ornathology, or anthropology and even ?, and this is real history Theolonious Monk, a melodious thunk No mistakes were made with the notes he played His conception, was ?re condite? A star glowing bright among dim lights The critics did cite that he sounded alright Charlie Mingus, such nimble fingers Droppin the bass, all over the place and Max Roach, cymbals socking Bass drum talking, snare drum rocking Restructuring.. the metaphysics of a jazz thing John Coltrane, a man supreme He was the cream.. he was the wise one The impression of Afro Blue and of the promise, that was not kept He was a GIANT step, and there was Ornette Coleman He was another soul man The original invisible, playing great music I wonder why the ?Bangles? couldn't use it Now listen see The real mystery is how music history created by white men or any other white man that pretended he originated "uh-huh.." and contended that he innovated "uh-huh.." a jazz thing ("Of course we know who can really blow") Scheamin on the meaning of a jazz thing And this music ain't dead, so don't be misled by those who said that jazz was on it's deathbed Cause when Betty Carter sings a song ain't nuttin goin on, but simply good music And you won't refuse it She's takin her time, makin the nuances rhyme Sonny Rollins, tenor saxophone with a big old tone, recitin poems with notes as words, and haven't you heard NEXT STOP BUTTER, RIGHT PAST OLEO Now there's young cats blowin And more and more people, yes they will be knowin Jazz ain't the past, this music's gonna last and as the facts unfold, remember who foretold The 90's, will be the decade of a jazz thing "I love jazz music" (3X) * Primo scratches "I love jazz music" * A jazz thing.. |
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from Gang Starr - The Remainz [ep] (2002)
[Guru] The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." Phrases I spit like slugs after I sip from my mug Life is bugged, the bassline groove is my drug Now that you feel me, yo here's some advice All you foul niggaz gonna pay the fuckin price So take that phony hardcore look off your grill Cause I be stompin ya still with the intent to kill This is a battle rhyme in case you haven't noticed You get replaced you get demoted I give chumps cranium lumps just like Louisville I stand tall, just like the Catskill Mountains Preyin like a cougar ready to pounce and denouncin, all the unrealistic fake gangsters fake mystics; so let me make this specific You know we're nearest the original gifted Rhymes get twisted, brain cells dissolve As the world revolves, wack crews lick my balls They can't deal with the realism When they go for the mic, they better bring their steel with them They're gonna need crazy help When I get down for mine, murderin suckers for delf "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." So umm.. "THERE'S NO NEED TO WORRY!" My sight is never blurry, I hit you with the flurry of rhymes and laws, combined with raw style and grace You're just a pile of waste if you can't place in this rap race I've been here, I'm stayin, what, think I'm playin? I've been down, I came up, the hard way, I'm sayin Bless my Pops he's divine but what he owns is his, and what's mine is mine So God bless the child in the streets that's wild I can easily pull, a perpin MC's file You can study for years and be the world's top scholar Out here, life's a gamble, people scramble for dollars With the textbook sense, you can still be dense Rather master the game than dwell in sorrow and shame I'm a survivor, so I'ma always remain the little nigga with the voice to leave a stain on your brain "Ask yourself the same question" .. The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." My microphone, is CALLIN So I'm one-two checkin, and yes yes y'allin Fallen, heroes are zeroes, I ain't down with the weirdos I'm true to the game, fuck fame, peep my concerto And yea though I walk through the valley, from Brooklyn to Cali Huh, I leave the real niggaz rallied Cause I ain't fakin no jax, MC's are taken aback Cause the songs they be makin crazy wack So I subtract them, I'm one ill black man I pack man, liable to cap when I'm rappin So all that's left is the bloodstains but still the question remains "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." |
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from Gang Starr - The Remainz [ep] (2002)
"The militia... Certain individuals of unidentified nature is now under complete control" "Hip-hop is not, what it is today.." "It's the real *echoes*... it's the (militia)" Verse one: Big Shug If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game They'd relocate, and change their fuckin name I eradicate movefakers, roll with coat shakers Give dap to mad money makers Shared cells with lifetakers, have sex with rumpshakers I make moves so I'ma earthquaker I've been known to instill fear Although the world may be round, we still trapped in the square City light, got me buggin and trife Some die by the gun, some die by the knife It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight Premier hit me with music to ensure that it thump right And my flight, will be taken solely at night Cause that's when the freaks come out, no doubt And in the dark hours is when I will shower with the knowledge of my trade to get paid Still I make moves like a snake in the grass, roundabout I be dickin it down while you be assed out Puff mad L's but never passed out And if I'm caught up in a jam I blast my way out There'll be no lettin up, just straight shuttin up or we'll start the wettin up Lyrical infrared sceptor never miss you Big Shug, Guru, Freddie Foxxx, The Militia, militia Chorus: Freddie Foxxx Everybody's spittin it, the rhyme is hot Cause it's Big Shug, Guru, and Freddie the Foxxx When Premier bring the beats, no it just don't stop It's The Militia *echoes* Chorus Verse Two: Guru Yo; I ain't one to succumb to no man, but to command And scoop up the troops when it's time to take a stand Emphatically, deep strategies leave casualties I creep gradually, til everybody knows that I got more flows than Rosebud got hoes The anger inside had me trapped til I got geared up with raps to tear you up like big gats for big stacks, watch your back when I send em in Caught you tremblin, my name and face you're rememberin Several attempts, but nah bitch, you'll never win Rhymes pierce your skin or maybe limbs we'll be severin Take you to the mat, peep that, you should keep back My ill-kid format will lay you flat like a doormat that I walk on, I meditate while you talk on And gossip, so I drop my hot shit; fully loaded glock clips So get the fuck out my block, kid As nights turn to days, days go back to nights, we be speaking it right And keeping it tight up in the street life I meet life, head on, no holds barred Born with a heart of gold, now mostly cold and scarred En guard, choose your weapon, or get to steppin Lyrical bullets make you dance from the trance you be kept in Assessments are made before, and during combat I master my hunger, blow the spot when I bomb cats One of us, equals many of us Disrespect one of us, you'll see plenty of us Conflict, is what I predict You and your fellas is mad jealous, attempting to flare We cleverly stalked ya, your fam'll miss ya The war's on, that's why we formed The Militia Chorus Verse Three: Freddie Foxxx You niggaz owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect For you dope fiend niggaz in rap, I here to inject, check My style is water baby, spread it around But when you niggaz don't flow it right and fuck up my sound I get down; in '89 I spit the buck in the face of every MC that came in the place, a scar you'll never erase MC's are only recognized for their flows I'm worldwide for the bitches, that I turned into hoes You heard me spit it on Jew-elz, that's how it goes For all them faking ass niggaz and how I bust up they nose And while your, nose is drippin, and drainin blood I be standing over you screamin, "Nigga, WHAT, WHAT?! Nigga WHAT?!" Niggas feel my presence, like I'm right in they palm Cause a stormy day is coming, when you see me so calm, it's on No more twin glocks, they jam up my plays Now its twin .40 calibre Walther PPK's I'm in the control of my game, you must respect me like The Ref Uh-huh, you disrespect *gun clicks* you get the tech I turn you fake niggaz on and off, like I'm the clapper I rob so many niggaz, they should call me Jack the Rapper I'll the illest nigga doing this, dead or alive Gloria Gaynor on you motherfuckers, I Will Survive You can try to come at me, but do you want the kick back? You snap inside the cage of a pit, and you get bit back, huh My war is so tight, my drama so ill Beef with me hangs around like a unpaid bill I push these lyrics through any MC, and make it burn So the niggaz who be rhyming next, will miss a turn When you speak of who's the dopest MC, I don't come up But when you speak of who's the livest MC, I stay what up, what's up? I got stripes while you got strikes and bogus mikes Do what bitch niggaz do best *UTFO sample* bite You niggaz can't make up a law that I don't overrule, overthrow Prim' brought Bumpy these tracks so I can let you know Before I slide I'ma leave you this jewel Even mechanics walk around with they tools It's the Militia |
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from Gang Starr - The Remainz [ep] (2002)
[DJ Premier] The real....remix More MCing, and DJing From your own mind, ya know? "I-I guess right now we should start the show" [Guru] Please baby, we gettin G's, you know the steez baby Ain't no if's, no and's, no but's or no maybe's The vibe'll drive you crazy, almost break your neck Again we take respect, remember Just To Get A Rep? Sportin baggy pants, mackin stackin finance Bold figure, older nigga, yo watch me advance Used to be a small cat, now I'm all that and more Puttin the pressure on, catchin rep from the dog Pure secure, injectin like the fuckin doctors Smoother than silk, more milk than Louie Pasteur Ask yourself, "Do you wanna mess wit this?" The specialist, turn the page, I bring the rage when I spits Then the set gets wet, I bring the crowd into a frenzy Leave you sleepin wit the fishes, see how them niggas envy Authentic vocal tone, transmittin like a mobile phone Welcome to my ghetto my man, hope you can hold your own I make you first name To The, last name Curb I gets grimy, stimey, who you? Revenge of the herbs I ain't seen you out here, and you ain't got no clout here Your style don't come across, you lost this bout here At five-eight and three-quarters, I be the warrior sargent Gang Starr, rippin clubs and bars Super-star studded, buyin rings that's flooded On the low, countin dough in this rap life I love it You know my steez "You know my steez" [Method Man] "Let em know, do your thing dog" [ODB] "Keep it live" *scratching* "To the beat y'all" [Lady of Rage] Check check check check it out y'all You best to back off, you jackoff Rage next to blast off Get wacked off cuz your half-ass is soft I bring it to you rough and rugged, chuga lug it Mothafuckers act like they hate it but mothafuckers love it I'm the raw dame in this war game, don't get your jaw tamed ?Or broken? I ain't no joke and I ain't jokin You know my steez when I stand and deliv-de-liv-deliver-er-ies I Tag MC's like Freeze and burn em like the third-degree Now wouldn't you agree, that the three of us put together Make it mo' better to make mo' cheddar Puffin get higher than four centers Ask Coretta, Scott King on the spot Who's the Doc like that man uh, Mart King Keep march-ing, cuz when it comes to me and The Guru Like my man Charlie Brown said, the rest of y'all is doo-doo The butcher, the baker, time to meet your maker Tell you to your face, you ain't nuttin but a faker You're cheesy fo' sheezy, next to me you're measly Believe me, I kick that shit so sick I'll make ya queasy Now easy, Premier scratch that shit like fleas Three men and The Lady, and uh, you know my steez "You know my steez" "Let em know, do your thing dog" "Keep it live" "You know my steez" "Let em know, do your thing dog" "Keep it live" "You know my steez" "Let em know, do your thing dog" "Keep it live" "You know my steez" "Let em know---" "The mic" [Kurupt] Yo yo yo (who are you?) The monotone, melodic microphone Poetical mac-milly from Philly illy-syndrome Clouds'll form, which starts the wind storm And the young Gang Starr posse front in full Kick off like a gauge, then seek the stage In a seek-and-destroy mission to burn and blaze Vanish a few, K-U-R-U-P-T, R-A-G-E and Guru Let's simplify it nigga, just don't try it What I recite, ignite mics, my voice encourage riots I don't talk it, I live it, I don't give up, I give it I bring it, bust it, don't sing it Get in your veins, melt mics and spit flames Get in your brains, explode like propane Yo Premier (what) tell these niggas this our year Flow through like a breeze, murder MC's wit ease You know my steez, steez, steez, steez |
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from Training Day (트레이닝 데이) [ost] (2001)
- Aiiyo son, it seems like, everyday
more and more people begin to get more foul Uhn, now dig.. Association breed assimilation Let me tell you what happened I'm driving the other night, these two faggots pull me over Talkin bout I got a broken taillight They got a broken headlight They shake me down, they tellin me that they gon' come and see me tomorrow and have somethin for them - Word, so what up? So now I got somethin for them (Verse One) Who's the real criminals, take a look behind the scenes Corruption and greed is commonplace routine Guess it pays in many ways to have a few schemes Shit, I know model citizens that ain't squeaky clean You got dirty politicians, dirty judges and dirty cops Everyone's on the take, the hood's filled with dirty blocks How we gonna save the community, they worse than us It's like a curse for us, police be the first to bust Think about it, that RICO shits no fuckin joke For them the evidence'll vanish in a puff of smoke I been observant, I'll never be subservient I guess you get what you deserve in this From project hallways to courthouse hallways Some prevail, most see jail, this happens always Speed on, before you get peed on All I need is more power, then I'ma put the squeeze on (Hook) I want more power, I'm gainin more troops I'm gaining more respect 'cause I want more juice The most influential men, got influential friends And I'ma put the squeeze on all of 'em I watched y'all get fat, now I want my share What you ain't got it all? Then I want what's there The most influential men, got influential friends And I'ma put the squeeze on all of 'em (Primo scratches) "They wanna see the God catch an L it's all a Set Up" -> Guru "It's a Daily Operation" -> Guru "You know me son, show respect" -> Steele "They wanna see the God catch an L it's all a Set Up" -> Guru The squeeze.. (Verse Two) Believe me son, I'ma put the squeeze on 'em Croocked cats, that confiscate the gats they keepin 'em Hustler's Convention every night at D&D Had chicks on the strip with Trace in eighty-three It's nothin, that why I know I'm on top And I'ma stay here 'till I'm paid and owe nothin They gon' take they cut, so why shouldn't I Eliminate the middlemen, who thought they could die Go overseas, make G's and bring it back to the streets A never-ending saga when I rap to these beats As the minutes go by, you 'bout to get it, know why? I'm already in too deep, so forget it, don't try Cause all you gonna find is sufferin and pain I had enough of you man, I'm 'bout to fuck up your plan So speed on, before you get peed on All I need is more power, then I'ma put the squeeze on (Hook) (Primo scratches) "They wanna see the God catch an L it's all a Set Up" -> Guru The squeeze.. |
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from M.O.P. - First Family 4 Life (1999)
"Yeah, they talkin about rap."
"We don't rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about. It's not about college or what you read in a newspaper or magazine. Its hear its reality, this is our nature. Its how we live." [Guru] Now everybody on Earth wanna rap, we burnt all of that Knocked off the game, and cold broke is spat Gang Starr, will Billy Danze and Big Slap Word to Laze, big schools and big gats You didn't whip it right so pick up the pace Word to grimy niggas, they want to stick up the place Word to hiphop, plus a crib that's laced Primo's breaks, activate the mental, that's all We got credentials galore, f**k a small vending tour Yet, still, I be at the around-the-way spots Near where niggas be slinging innocent get hit by straight shots And brave cops, protect the community While corrupt cops, be harrasing you and me Pullin me over, in front of the crib, in front of my neighbors Askin for favors, here's a cassette and why you question my behavior? Pursuing me, trying to catch me off quard I shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug bars I don't care what these beats my do We'll sun you, plus I see right through Its way it means to me and M.O.P. Just To Get a Rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga, Salute! Chorus: Holdin it down Phony ass rappers Dead serious Finish em (Is this hiphop) Hell no this is war Heavy artillery, in my vicinty *repeat - change 5th line to: M.O.P.* [Billy Danze] Aiyyo, the game's called surivival *echoes* I admit As a soldier, I've done a lot of shit To the so-called tough dude, I ain't mad at you But I wish I wouldn't of had to do the shit I had to do It's true, I would jump up in a Bamma And travle miles of road to unload this hammer (And I) Notice ?colors? when they glance At the baby boy of Haddy and Frank Danze I won't stress the blazin But I will think about what size slug best for the occasion (It's so amazin) ???? pop shit Like Windy Williams till you f**kers bury me (Who we be!) What, what's wrong, nigga? (First Family) Come, come on, nigga! (Ain't nothin cute) My niggas is ready to shoot For the love of the First Family thugs, Salute! Chorus [Lil' Fame] Before you slit your wrist, bitch, imagine this M.O.P., Gang Starr (Damn!) hazardous Thugs that got love for this hiphop and shit Makin words rhyme at the same time poppin shit I used to go to jams, and drop grammar Before I left niggas told me (Boy take your hammer!) Sure nuff, shit got rowdy Dumped off my first clip at a house party I love this rap shit, though, the love is clear But f**k the parties, my nigga, I lost a brother there Only if I'm gettin paid (That's right) And the shit gon' benefit the trade I snatch a mic, turn it out, bad Even have you smooth niggas f**kin up yours shoes and your outfit I be, the Brownsville slugger (Signing out) Act like you know what I'm about, Salute! Chorus |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
"It has come to our attention that a mysterious force is LOOSE..
somewhere in outer space." "The mysteries of creation are there." "Up in the sky?" "Up in the sky." "The moon and the planets are there. And new hopes for knowledge and peace are there. And therefore as we set sail; we ask God's blessing -- on the most hazardous, and dangerous, and greatest adventure of which man has ever embarked." --> John F. Kennedy "Prepared for liftoff." [Guru] I Self Lord And Master, shall bring disaster to evil factors Demonic chapters, shall be captured by Kings Through the storms of days after Unto the Earth from the Sun through triple darkness to blast ya with a force that can't be compared to any firepower, for it's mindpower shared The brainwake, causes vessels to circulate like constellations reflect at night off the lake Word to the father, and Mother Earth Seeking everlasting life through this Hell for what it's worth Look listen and observe and watch another C-Cypher pullin my peeps to the curb Heed the words; it's like ghetto style proverbs The righteous pay a sacrifice to get what they deserve Cannot afford to be confined to a cell Brainwaves swell, turnin a desert to a well Experience the best teacher; thoughts will spray like street sweepers Little Daddy street preacher Illustrious feature, narrator you select Accompanied by Deck plus the DJ you respect The seven and a half combine, over the frontline The ten percenters, promotin slander in the airtime Bear in mind jewels be the tools of the trade Sharp veins heavenly praise and dues are paid Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down [Inspectah Deck] Yeah; I leave scientists mentally scarred, triple extra large Wild like rock stars who smash guitars Poison bars from the Gods bust holes in your mirage and catch a charge shake em down like the riot squad Invade your zone, ruin like ancient Rome I span the universe and return to Earth to claim my throne The maker, owner, plus soul controller Ayatollah rest in the sky, the cloud's my sofa Stand like Collossus, regardless to whom or what Numerous attempts at my life, so who to trust Who but us, to supply you with the fire? The burning truth, 150 Absolut proof On the mic like Moses spoke in golden scribe Survivor of the oldest tribe whose soldiers died I notified families, we shed tears and more but our hands are the ammo cause the battle's still on Sound the horn; we come rumblin through the function Precise laser beam technique to touch somethin When we die hard, to build the monument to honor us with Humungous effect in the world - we could have conquered it Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
"It has come to our attention that a mysterious force is LOOSE..
somewhere in outer space." "The mysteries of creation are there." "Up in the sky?" "Up in the sky." "The moon and the planets are there. And new hopes for knowledge and peace are there. And therefore as we set sail; we ask God's blessing -- on the most hazardous, and dangerous, and greatest adventure of which man has ever embarked." --> John F. Kennedy "Prepared for liftoff." [Guru] I Self Lord And Master, shall bring disaster to evil factors Demonic chapters, shall be captured by Kings Through the storms of days after Unto the Earth from the Sun through triple darkness to blast ya with a force that can't be compared to any firepower, for it's mindpower shared The brainwake, causes vessels to circulate like constellations reflect at night off the lake Word to the father, and Mother Earth Seeking everlasting life through this Hell for what it's worth Look listen and observe and watch another C-Cypher pullin my peeps to the curb Heed the words; it's like ghetto style proverbs The righteous pay a sacrifice to get what they deserve Cannot afford to be confined to a cell Brainwaves swell, turnin a desert to a well Experience the best teacher; thoughts will spray like street sweepers Little Daddy street preacher Illustrious feature, narrator you select Accompanied by Deck plus the DJ you respect The seven and a half combine, over the frontline The ten percenters, promotin slander in the airtime Bear in mind jewels be the tools of the trade Sharp veins heavenly praise and dues are paid Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down [Inspectah Deck] Yeah; I leave scientists mentally scarred, triple extra large Wild like rock stars who smash guitars Poison bars from the Gods bust holes in your mirage and catch a charge shake em down like the riot squad Invade your zone, ruin like ancient Rome I span the universe and return to Earth to claim my throne The maker, owner, plus soul controller Ayatollah rest in the sky, the cloud's my sofa Stand like Collossus, regardless to whom or what Numerous attempts at my life, so who to trust Who but us, to supply you with the fire? The burning truth, 150 Absolut proof On the mic like Moses spoke in golden scribe Survivor of the oldest tribe whose soldiers died I notified families, we shed tears and more but our hands are the ammo cause the battle's still on Sound the horn; we come rumblin through the function Precise laser beam technique to touch somethin When we die hard, to build the monument to honor us with Humungous effect in the world - we could have conquered it Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
'Take the money never have to run' (3X)
'Here's how it goes..' (Guru) All for the cash man, niggaz'll be ready to blast man Mad hoes, 'll be quick, to give up the as* man Traitors, they'll be robbing your stash man Don't wanna end up like the last man If the price is right, niggaz can get trife awright They plot and they scheme, all day and all night And they might even get elaborate enough to plan the illest kind of crime, f**k the average stuff Like this chick who was kickin it, with this baller Pretendin that she loved him, only really loved dollars Holla'd at his man so they could, rendezvous Said to his man, 'Forget him, I'm fond of you' So after the screw, she put him down with her plan The utmost betrayal, this nigga's down with her man But the sex changed everything, they conspired to snake him Talked about the best time, and best way, they could take him While in bed, she told him just where her man kept his dough She said, 'Yo, tonight he's bout to cop some blow And I know, there's at least, 50 grand to show Bring a gat, wear a mask, and come through the window I'll leave it open for you, he won't never know So run in, grab the money, later on, you and I can flow If we do this sh*t right, he won't fight Break out with the cash and stay your as* out of sight' So the nigga sat back, but little did he know he was about to ruin his life over a silly hoe And really though, the whole sh*t went wrong Cause when he came through the window and pulled out it was on Money they was gon' rob was high, on some shit Dukes with the mask, told him, 'Run your shit' He said, 'f**k that shit!' So they tussled n shit Then BLAOW, the burner spit, and the chick's man got hit He died, his man had no loyalty, she's locked up as an accessory His man's doin life, what a tragedy All for the cash man.. 'Never have to run' |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
'Take the money never have to run' (3X)
'Here's how it goes..' (Guru) All for the cash man, niggaz'll be ready to blast man Mad hoes, 'll be quick, to give up the as* man Traitors, they'll be robbing your stash man Don't wanna end up like the last man If the price is right, niggaz can get trife awright They plot and they scheme, all day and all night And they might even get elaborate enough to plan the illest kind of crime, f**k the average stuff Like this chick who was kickin it, with this baller Pretendin that she loved him, only really loved dollars Holla'd at his man so they could, rendezvous Said to his man, 'Forget him, I'm fond of you' So after the screw, she put him down with her plan The utmost betrayal, this nigga's down with her man But the sex changed everything, they conspired to snake him Talked about the best time, and best way, they could take him While in bed, she told him just where her man kept his dough She said, 'Yo, tonight he's bout to cop some blow And I know, there's at least, 50 grand to show Bring a gat, wear a mask, and come through the window I'll leave it open for you, he won't never know So run in, grab the money, later on, you and I can flow If we do this sh*t right, he won't fight Break out with the cash and stay your as* out of sight' So the nigga sat back, but little did he know he was about to ruin his life over a silly hoe And really though, the whole sh*t went wrong Cause when he came through the window and pulled out it was on Money they was gon' rob was high, on some shit Dukes with the mask, told him, 'Run your shit' He said, 'f**k that shit!' So they tussled n shit Then BLAOW, the burner spit, and the chick's man got hit He died, his man had no loyalty, she's locked up as an accessory His man's doin life, what a tragedy All for the cash man.. 'Never have to run' |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Gang Starr - BYS (bust your shit)
I'm like a sniper rhymes'll strike ya when I'm rockin Mad chicks be jockin' when the g starr's talking And that's because my word is bond I get much fan mail and I always respond So tell your hon to write me too Make sure she puts attention mr. guru Brothers know the flow is unique I got 100 wild styles in my black valise Mc's wanna be me so they keep askin For me to teach 'em methods both slow and fast And others wanna act as if they're better But they only got one style which ain't all that clever I'm cooler than wind, harder than cold steel I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal A mystic psychic scanning all your thoughts I'll touch your soul and make your brain feel caught When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine You'll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines So suckers realize that the size is too large When I come through I'm pullin' whole crews cards I be wreckin' correct and on the gangster tip Mc's who front: imma' gonna burst your shit I wonder do you love it enough I'm steppin' rugged and tough, never to front or to bluff I got the fresh cut baldy, the brothers call me Guru the man yes with all the J-a-z-z-y type essence, street type lessons manifesting The one who make the fly ladies feel pleasant Never forgettin' that to myself I'm true Do what you want to but watch yourself though I don't wanna hear all of that loud mouthing Try to pull yours out when nothing comes out Then you'll see why you can't compete with me The notorious guru of the gang you see Starr stands for power like I said before I'm like the doctors cure slicker than roger moore I slide up to a crab mc like this Tap 'em in the head with my mic like this I'll be revealing that you're weak to the world if you wish And I insist that if you persist Then you get creamed, 'cause imma' get real steamed So don't you try to flex and try to look all mean Heyo check it that's dead that's it 'cause all you phony ass rappers imma' bust your shit Now when you see me on the set you know I may unleash A lyric like a mad dog barking through the speaker Step off unless you wanna get torn up Your raps worn out burned out fucked up You locked up or maybe you locked out 'cause at the battle last time you snuck out But now I'm rolling over you full blast I'm here to let you know no longer will the bull last Mc's telling lies and poppin' all those myths Keep on fakin' moves and imma'... |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Gang Starr - BYS (bust your shit)
I'm like a sniper rhymes'll strike ya when I'm rockin Mad chicks be jockin' when the g starr's talking And that's because my word is bond I get much fan mail and I always respond So tell your hon to write me too Make sure she puts attention mr. guru Brothers know the flow is unique I got 100 wild styles in my black valise Mc's wanna be me so they keep askin For me to teach 'em methods both slow and fast And others wanna act as if they're better But they only got one style which ain't all that clever I'm cooler than wind, harder than cold steel I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal A mystic psychic scanning all your thoughts I'll touch your soul and make your brain feel caught When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine You'll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines So suckers realize that the size is too large When I come through I'm pullin' whole crews cards I be wreckin' correct and on the gangster tip Mc's who front: imma' gonna burst your shit I wonder do you love it enough I'm steppin' rugged and tough, never to front or to bluff I got the fresh cut baldy, the brothers call me Guru the man yes with all the J-a-z-z-y type essence, street type lessons manifesting The one who make the fly ladies feel pleasant Never forgettin' that to myself I'm true Do what you want to but watch yourself though I don't wanna hear all of that loud mouthing Try to pull yours out when nothing comes out Then you'll see why you can't compete with me The notorious guru of the gang you see Starr stands for power like I said before I'm like the doctors cure slicker than roger moore I slide up to a crab mc like this Tap 'em in the head with my mic like this I'll be revealing that you're weak to the world if you wish And I insist that if you persist Then you get creamed, 'cause imma' get real steamed So don't you try to flex and try to look all mean Heyo check it that's dead that's it 'cause all you phony ass rappers imma' bust your shit Now when you see me on the set you know I may unleash A lyric like a mad dog barking through the speaker Step off unless you wanna get torn up Your raps worn out burned out fucked up You locked up or maybe you locked out 'cause at the battle last time you snuck out But now I'm rolling over you full blast I'm here to let you know no longer will the bull last Mc's telling lies and poppin' all those myths Keep on fakin' moves and imma'... |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Intro(phone conversation):
Yo what up son? -Yo what up kid? Yo, you holdin your head up? -I'm tryin to man, but the system is shady Word man they always man, they always tryin to keep a good brother down, but I'm sayin We still, you know we got love for you son and we prayin for you and we, you know we tryin to hold it down wh you know while you in there man -No question Hopefully they won't keep you in there for too long -Yeah, for real, I sure love be out in a minute, you know? -But you know what I want you to kid? You know what would -be the bomb man? What's that? -You need to do some shit with Face man -Bomb on niggaz, be shady man Scarface? -Yeah man Yo that's my nigga, yaknowwhaImean -Scarface is tight son Yo that's a good idea word is bond I'm gonna talk the play in tomorrow(yeah) and see about if we could hook up wit him -That's proper Hook: Guru Scandalous, money greed and lust In this trife life, there ain't nobody you can trust Plus there's no justice, it's just us In fact, watchin' yo back it be must And each and everyday around the way gats bust And jealous so-called friends'll try to set you up It's called betrayal Verse 1: Guru Check the horror scene The kid was like twelve or thirteen Never had the chance like other kids to follow dreams Watched his father catch two in the dome and to the spleen Nothin' but blood everywhere, these streets are mean They spared his life, but killed his moms and his sister Jean Of course over some drug shit Hi spops was on some ill-out, spill your guts, on some thug shit Didn't know his boys was on some shady ass no love shit His pops got played out though, with silencers they laid him out yo Took his stash and all the cash and left 'em, tied up on the couch yo With tape over his mouth, so he couldn't cry out cause his dad was the nigga with clout Survival of the fittest so they split his wig no doubt Despite the stocking caps he noticed the same cat, who used to give him doe and taught him, to use the same gat Supposed to be an Uncle,fam and all that He could tell it was him 'cause he wore the same slacks, he wore when he took him to Meadowlands racetrack Why did he flip and go out like that? It's called betrayal Hook Verse 2: Scarface A Betrayal Punk ass niggas It's called betrayal He on a mission to become a ball player Flip big Benz's, flossin all gators Had it all mapped out,6-8,12th grader Fresh outta school, he fin' to go lay paper He had abrother who was hustlin collectin his change Never let his baby brother stick his neck in the game Told him all he had to do is just enjoy the ride And he ain't have to worry about money cause that's in time So now he's pacin as the time moves slowly Can't wait to face Shaquille in the paint and school Kobe Kept his grades and stayed up under naighborhood functions And then a group of knuckleheads came through dumpin So now he's sittin on the sidewalk bleedin Fell into a puddle of his own blood and stopped breathin And everybody in the neighborhood still grievin But destiny caught up with his ass and he got even And all the cryin in the world ain't goin to bring him back his brother, sittin at the wake wipin tears from his mother's eyes Why'd the game have to go and take the young boys life Only the wicked live shife, payin the price while he's starin at the shell his brothers soul wants hell the trigger man made bail and you, wouldn't pay the boys mail, and sacrificed the fuckin family That's betrayal Betrayal(echoes) |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Intro(phone conversation):
Yo what up son? -Yo what up kid? Yo, you holdin your head up? -I'm tryin to man, but the system is shady Word man they always man, they always tryin to keep a good brother down, but I'm sayin We still, you know we got love for you son and we prayin for you and we, you know we tryin to hold it down wh you know while you in there man -No question Hopefully they won't keep you in there for too long -Yeah, for real, I sure love be out in a minute, you know? -But you know what I want you to kid? You know what would -be the bomb man? What's that? -You need to do some shit with Face man -Bomb on niggaz, be shady man Scarface? -Yeah man Yo that's my nigga, yaknowwhaImean -Scarface is tight son Yo that's a good idea word is bond I'm gonna talk the play in tomorrow(yeah) and see about if we could hook up wit him -That's proper Hook: Guru Scandalous, money greed and lust In this trife life, there ain't nobody you can trust Plus there's no justice, it's just us In fact, watchin' yo back it be must And each and everyday around the way gats bust And jealous so-called friends'll try to set you up It's called betrayal Verse 1: Guru Check the horror scene The kid was like twelve or thirteen Never had the chance like other kids to follow dreams Watched his father catch two in the dome and to the spleen Nothin' but blood everywhere, these streets are mean They spared his life, but killed his moms and his sister Jean Of course over some drug shit Hi spops was on some ill-out, spill your guts, on some thug shit Didn't know his boys was on some shady ass no love shit His pops got played out though, with silencers they laid him out yo Took his stash and all the cash and left 'em, tied up on the couch yo With tape over his mouth, so he couldn't cry out cause his dad was the nigga with clout Survival of the fittest so they split his wig no doubt Despite the stocking caps he noticed the same cat, who used to give him doe and taught him, to use the same gat Supposed to be an Uncle,fam and all that He could tell it was him 'cause he wore the same slacks, he wore when he took him to Meadowlands racetrack Why did he flip and go out like that? It's called betrayal Hook Verse 2: Scarface A Betrayal Punk ass niggas It's called betrayal He on a mission to become a ball player Flip big Benz's, flossin all gators Had it all mapped out,6-8,12th grader Fresh outta school, he fin' to go lay paper He had abrother who was hustlin collectin his change Never let his baby brother stick his neck in the game Told him all he had to do is just enjoy the ride And he ain't have to worry about money cause that's in time So now he's pacin as the time moves slowly Can't wait to face Shaquille in the paint and school Kobe Kept his grades and stayed up under naighborhood functions And then a group of knuckleheads came through dumpin So now he's sittin on the sidewalk bleedin Fell into a puddle of his own blood and stopped breathin And everybody in the neighborhood still grievin But destiny caught up with his ass and he got even And all the cryin in the world ain't goin to bring him back his brother, sittin at the wake wipin tears from his mother's eyes Why'd the game have to go and take the young boys life Only the wicked live shife, payin the price while he's starin at the shell his brothers soul wants hell the trigger man made bail and you, wouldn't pay the boys mail, and sacrificed the fuckin family That's betrayal Betrayal(echoes) |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Take this for example young brothers want rep
Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we're getting ours, yo Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so It doesn't matter if the cops be scoping They can't do jack, that's why a young brother's open To do anything, anywhere, anyplace Buckwild in another court case It's the code of the streets They might say we're a menace to society But at the same time I say "Why is it me?" Am I the target, for destruction? What about the system, and total corruption? I can't work at no fast-food joint I got some talent, so don't you get my point? I'll organize some brothers and get some crazy loot Selling D-R-U-G-S and clocking dollars, troop Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine I gotta have it so I can leave behind The mad poverty, never having always needing If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding I gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts And while I'm selling, here's a flash report Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low Here's the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show? You gotta be a pro, do what you know When you're dealing with the code of the streets Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be weilding Got the tec one dealing, let me express my feelings Guru has never been one to play a big shot It's just the styles I got that keep my mic hot Anf fuck turning my back to the street scene It gives me energy, so Imma keep fiends Coming, just to get what I'm selling Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon So keep abreast to the GangStarr conquest Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect I've never been afraid to let loose my speech My brothers know I kick the code of the streets |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Take this for example young brothers want rep
Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we're getting ours, yo Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so It doesn't matter if the cops be scoping They can't do jack, that's why a young brother's open To do anything, anywhere, anyplace Buckwild in another court case It's the code of the streets They might say we're a menace to society But at the same time I say "Why is it me?" Am I the target, for destruction? What about the system, and total corruption? I can't work at no fast-food joint I got some talent, so don't you get my point? I'll organize some brothers and get some crazy loot Selling D-R-U-G-S and clocking dollars, troop Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine I gotta have it so I can leave behind The mad poverty, never having always needing If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding I gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts And while I'm selling, here's a flash report Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low Here's the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show? You gotta be a pro, do what you know When you're dealing with the code of the streets Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be weilding Got the tec one dealing, let me express my feelings Guru has never been one to play a big shot It's just the styles I got that keep my mic hot Anf fuck turning my back to the street scene It gives me energy, so Imma keep fiends Coming, just to get what I'm selling Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon So keep abreast to the GangStarr conquest Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect I've never been afraid to let loose my speech My brothers know I kick the code of the streets |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Now I'm about to get funky..
to somethin that Premier plays Funky.. we gonna do it this way I'm gettin funky.. to somethin that Premier plays I'm the Guru and we'll do it this way Now give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Now give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due I'm heated up, cause I'm seein folks that are so phony They didn't know me when I was broke and I was lonely Only a few came to check me, so they come first.. .. and yo our people come next G We'd go to a club, the Milky Way or the Payday The outlaw spots, where the music was real hot And you wasn't there, when the underrated, real MC's came equipped.. and used to kick slick lyrics All live, without no lipsync To a dope crate, building skills from instinct I'm tired of people, gettin all excited I'm not trippin on just a thing, but I'm delighted to let you know, that some others be flim-flammin I'll let you know, that all this time, we been jammin So give up the props Hobbes, jealousy's a flaw If the next man deserves it, earns it, it should be law So let him pass right through Because you got to give the credit y'all where it is due You know you got to give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Some of the dopest MC's don't really get enough light Cause their record companies don't really market them right Most of the people signin acts, they ain't from the street Cause yo they come from the sweet.. .. soft section of town While they be sweatin and pretendin that they know a real rap sound But I know some guys, and some ladies, that can fill those spots mate to promote the real greats and educate, and get it straight And mobilizin the imitators, exposin the explosive core I hope to explore galaxies of remedies for your wack rap sickness as I convey relay, mack rap quickness In this business, I witness trickyness Some MC's are into stickyness But I'm sayin this, from experience, I'm furious I didn't get this far overnight, and there's nothin like the real thing, the real swing right? (real swing right?) ("On and on.." -) Biz) I'm takin things that are true So won't you give the credit y'all where it is due So yo I'm fed, cause people like to talk too much They're misled, and yo they like to sqwak too much But let me tell you baby you can't front on this twenty-four track mix, with the deep-ass kick The objective, is to surely demolish the chances of the wack takin all the dollars Support the brothers who are truly gifted This way, the odds, could never be shifted Like my man, you know he works real hard He's good at what he does and now he lives real large So why envy him, or anyone in his crew Just sit back and give the credit y'all where it is due Give the credit.. where it's due Give the credit y'all.. where it is due Give the credit.. where it's due Just give the credit y'all.. where it is due |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Now I'm about to get funky..
to somethin that Premier plays Funky.. we gonna do it this way I'm gettin funky.. to somethin that Premier plays I'm the Guru and we'll do it this way Now give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Now give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due I'm heated up, cause I'm seein folks that are so phony They didn't know me when I was broke and I was lonely Only a few came to check me, so they come first.. .. and yo our people come next G We'd go to a club, the Milky Way or the Payday The outlaw spots, where the music was real hot And you wasn't there, when the underrated, real MC's came equipped.. and used to kick slick lyrics All live, without no lipsync To a dope crate, building skills from instinct I'm tired of people, gettin all excited I'm not trippin on just a thing, but I'm delighted to let you know, that some others be flim-flammin I'll let you know, that all this time, we been jammin So give up the props Hobbes, jealousy's a flaw If the next man deserves it, earns it, it should be law So let him pass right through Because you got to give the credit y'all where it is due You know you got to give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Some of the dopest MC's don't really get enough light Cause their record companies don't really market them right Most of the people signin acts, they ain't from the street Cause yo they come from the sweet.. .. soft section of town While they be sweatin and pretendin that they know a real rap sound But I know some guys, and some ladies, that can fill those spots mate to promote the real greats and educate, and get it straight And mobilizin the imitators, exposin the explosive core I hope to explore galaxies of remedies for your wack rap sickness as I convey relay, mack rap quickness In this business, I witness trickyness Some MC's are into stickyness But I'm sayin this, from experience, I'm furious I didn't get this far overnight, and there's nothin like the real thing, the real swing right? (real swing right?) ("On and on.." -) Biz) I'm takin things that are true So won't you give the credit y'all where it is due So yo I'm fed, cause people like to talk too much They're misled, and yo they like to sqwak too much But let me tell you baby you can't front on this twenty-four track mix, with the deep-ass kick The objective, is to surely demolish the chances of the wack takin all the dollars Support the brothers who are truly gifted This way, the odds, could never be shifted Like my man, you know he works real hard He's good at what he does and now he lives real large So why envy him, or anyone in his crew Just sit back and give the credit y'all where it is due Give the credit.. where it's due Give the credit y'all.. where it is due Give the credit.. where it's due Just give the credit y'all.. where it is due |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Yo, just because I want to, it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean i'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass Just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby and I use it a lot People here's something that you should be considerin Things could turn bitter when, you don't use discipline You might wake up the next day upset and in fear Buggin out, yapping bout, "How the fuck did i get here? Who the hell is this stranger, starin all in my face?" Now you wish you hadn't positioned yourself in that place Think just in case you should took more precaution A good time can become a nightmare so often Like this nigga I know, that met these chicks on tour They rocked him to sleep, robbed his ass for cash galore Skated off in the night, without a trace or a hint Scheamin tantalizin him, dressed up in lace and shit Caught that kid out there, all high and dumbfounded Made him think he was gettin some pussy He just knew he was gonna pound it Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preaching death in my songs, I breathe life CHORUS: (TOTAL) Baby won't you take the time (take the time) Let me know what's on your mind (on your mind) Just because I'm yours don't make it right (don't make it right) Baby won't you take the time (bay-bee...) Let me know what's on your mind (I'm waiting..) Slow down baby, now let's make it right (on your love..) (I like you..) (GURU) Tycoon thug, he made me a ten thousand dollar investment Now he's not to be messed with, make the girls get undressed quick He's on some big muscled chest shit, posted by the exit That's my man, he's the owner, yeah he be on some next shit Said we'd make a few million by the next millenium Told me to keep dropping jewels like a triggerman, puttin lead in him Like Flavor said, I tell these hoes to kill the noise You know your pops told you, watch them New York boys All night, the ladies be like up in my mug Tranquilin and trance dancin up in my drug Fly honies, they hold me down like always The same cat that used to get blunted down in the hallways I love the cutie pies, never the zootie pies I got discipline, I want the crew to rise Situations like this'll make you think twice Instead on preachin death in my songs, I breathe life CHORUS (GURU) Ladies, here's somethin that we should be considerin Things could get bitter when, you don't use discipline Imaginin yourself livin lavish and plush Hangin with the cat whose spendin cabbage and buyin stuff However don't be clever with your endeavor And don't let too many men receive your treasure Most cats be thinkin with they bozack I admit in the past I was tryin to break these hoes backs Escape, without givin up a dime You know them fly ladies had a good fuckin time Coppin me some Timberland with a jacket to match it Girls nowadays wanna pigeon for chicken scratch And I ain't givin up nathan Long as my game expands, it's my discipline to hate 'em Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preachin death, I breathe life And just because I want to, it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean I'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass And just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby, whether you do or not CHORUS |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Yo, just because I want to, it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean i'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass Just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby and I use it a lot People here's something that you should be considerin Things could turn bitter when, you don't use discipline You might wake up the next day upset and in fear Buggin out, yapping bout, "How the fuck did i get here? Who the hell is this stranger, starin all in my face?" Now you wish you hadn't positioned yourself in that place Think just in case you should took more precaution A good time can become a nightmare so often Like this nigga I know, that met these chicks on tour They rocked him to sleep, robbed his ass for cash galore Skated off in the night, without a trace or a hint Scheamin tantalizin him, dressed up in lace and shit Caught that kid out there, all high and dumbfounded Made him think he was gettin some pussy He just knew he was gonna pound it Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preaching death in my songs, I breathe life CHORUS: (TOTAL) Baby won't you take the time (take the time) Let me know what's on your mind (on your mind) Just because I'm yours don't make it right (don't make it right) Baby won't you take the time (bay-bee...) Let me know what's on your mind (I'm waiting..) Slow down baby, now let's make it right (on your love..) (I like you..) (GURU) Tycoon thug, he made me a ten thousand dollar investment Now he's not to be messed with, make the girls get undressed quick He's on some big muscled chest shit, posted by the exit That's my man, he's the owner, yeah he be on some next shit Said we'd make a few million by the next millenium Told me to keep dropping jewels like a triggerman, puttin lead in him Like Flavor said, I tell these hoes to kill the noise You know your pops told you, watch them New York boys All night, the ladies be like up in my mug Tranquilin and trance dancin up in my drug Fly honies, they hold me down like always The same cat that used to get blunted down in the hallways I love the cutie pies, never the zootie pies I got discipline, I want the crew to rise Situations like this'll make you think twice Instead on preachin death in my songs, I breathe life CHORUS (GURU) Ladies, here's somethin that we should be considerin Things could get bitter when, you don't use discipline Imaginin yourself livin lavish and plush Hangin with the cat whose spendin cabbage and buyin stuff However don't be clever with your endeavor And don't let too many men receive your treasure Most cats be thinkin with they bozack I admit in the past I was tryin to break these hoes backs Escape, without givin up a dime You know them fly ladies had a good fuckin time Coppin me some Timberland with a jacket to match it Girls nowadays wanna pigeon for chicken scratch And I ain't givin up nathan Long as my game expands, it's my discipline to hate 'em Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preachin death, I breathe life And just because I want to, it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean I'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass And just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby, whether you do or not CHORUS |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Yo, just because I want to, it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean i'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass Just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby and I use it a lot People here's something that you should be considerin Things could turn bitter when, you don't use discipline You might wake up the next day upset and in fear Buggin out, yapping bout, "How the fuck did i get here? Who the hell is this stranger, starin all in my face?" Now you wish you hadn't positioned yourself in that place Think just in case you should took more precaution A good time can become a nightmare so often Like this nigga I know, that met these chicks on tour They rocked him to sleep, robbed his ass for cash galore Skated off in the night, without a trace or a hint Scheamin tantalizin him, dressed up in lace and shit Caught that kid out there, all high and dumbfounded Made him think he was gettin some pussy He just knew he was gonna pound it Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preaching death in my songs, I breathe life CHORUS: (TOTAL) Baby won't you take the time (take the time) Let me know what's on your mind (on your mind) Just because I'm yours don't make it right (don't make it right) Baby won't you take the time (bay-bee...) Let me know what's on your mind (I'm waiting..) Slow down baby, now let's make it right (on your love..) (I like you..) (GURU) Tycoon thug, he made me a ten thousand dollar investment Now he's not to be messed with, make the girls get undressed quick He's on some big muscled chest shit, posted by the exit That's my man, he's the owner, yeah he be on some next shit Said we'd make a few million by the next millenium Told me to keep dropping jewels like a triggerman, puttin lead in him Like Flavor said, I tell these hoes to kill the noise You know your pops told you, watch them New York boys All night, the ladies be like up in my mug Tranquilin and trance dancin up in my drug Fly honies, they hold me down like always The same cat that used to get blunted down in the hallways I love the cutie pies, never the zootie pies I got discipline, I want the crew to rise Situations like this'll make you think twice Instead on preachin death in my songs, I breathe life CHORUS (GURU) Ladies, here's somethin that we should be considerin Things could get bitter when, you don't use discipline Imaginin yourself livin lavish and plush Hangin with the cat whose spendin cabbage and buyin stuff However don't be clever with your endeavor And don't let too many men receive your treasure Most cats be thinkin with they bozack I admit in the past I was tryin to break these hoes backs Escape, without givin up a dime You know them fly ladies had a good fuckin time Coppin me some Timberland with a jacket to match it Girls nowadays wanna pigeon for chicken scratch And I ain't givin up nathan Long as my game expands, it's my discipline to hate 'em Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preachin death, I breathe life And just because I want to, it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean I'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass And just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby, whether you do or not CHORUS |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Intro: Greg Nice Ah yeah, here's another Gangstarr sure shot, featuring the one and only, uh heh heh heh handly handly boy, Nice & Smooth, hey, hey, HEY, HEY!!!! Ganstarr has got to be da sure shot Nice & Smooth has got to be da sure shot (Repeat 2X) [Greg Nice] Greg Nice!!! Greg N-I-C-E Droppin dem basso, ah oui oui Rock for a fee, not for free Maybe I'll do it for charity Now my employer or my employee Is makin Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D Don't ever ever think of jerkin me I work to hard for my royalty Put lead in ya ass and drink a cup of tea Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri Ooohh la la ah oui oui, I say Muhammad Ali, ya say Cassius Clay I say butter you say Parkay It's alright if ya wanna make a sway I'm a way up town, took duece to the tre I originate, they duplicate I praise the lord and keep the faith It's alright keep bitin at da bait '92, uh!!, one year later Peace out Premier take me out wit da fader [Premier scratches and hooks] [Guru] I chant eenie meenie, minie moe I wreck da mic like a pimp pimps hoes Here's how it goes I am a genius I mean this I shake this you'll take this I'm kinda fiendish You wish that you could come into my neighborhood Meaning my mental state Still I'm 5 foot 8 Crazy as I wanna be Cause I make it orderly You could say I'm sorta da boss so get lost The brotha dat will make you change opinions Dominions I'm in them when it's time to kick shit from The heart, plus I get a piece of the action I'm feelin satisfaction from the street crowd reaction Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid, too late When they dip in the kick they get sprayed Lemonade was a popular drink and in still is I get more props den stunts den Bruce Willis A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose when I cruise Out on the expressway Leavin the Bodega I say "suave" Premier's got more beats den barns got hay Clips are inserted into my gun So I can take the money, neva have ta run [Premier scratches and hooks] [Smooth B] I left my Phillie at home Do you have another? I wanna get blunted my brother Now may I make a mark Then make a spark over this phat track Or should I say dope beat Subtract, delete All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract But they lack the new knack that's comin from way way back Hey yo Premier, please pass that buddha sack You hear we quit? No way, bullshit I told ya before we come back wit more hits I provide bright flava, so you could sketch me Do me a favor, dont try and catch me Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame Ask him, he'll tell you the same he knows my name Smooth, I drop jewels like, paraphenalia I'm infallable, not into failure Like a rhinocerus, my speed is prosperous And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus I write here tonite to bring truth to the light My dialogue is my own cause Smooth B will neva bite [Premier scratches and hooks] |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Intro: Greg Nice Ah yeah, here's another Gangstarr sure shot, featuring the one and only, uh heh heh heh handly handly boy, Nice & Smooth, hey, hey, HEY, HEY!!!! Ganstarr has got to be da sure shot Nice & Smooth has got to be da sure shot (Repeat 2X) [Greg Nice] Greg Nice!!! Greg N-I-C-E Droppin dem basso, ah oui oui Rock for a fee, not for free Maybe I'll do it for charity Now my employer or my employee Is makin Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D Don't ever ever think of jerkin me I work to hard for my royalty Put lead in ya ass and drink a cup of tea Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri Ooohh la la ah oui oui, I say Muhammad Ali, ya say Cassius Clay I say butter you say Parkay It's alright if ya wanna make a sway I'm a way up town, took duece to the tre I originate, they duplicate I praise the lord and keep the faith It's alright keep bitin at da bait '92, uh!!, one year later Peace out Premier take me out wit da fader [Premier scratches and hooks] [Guru] I chant eenie meenie, minie moe I wreck da mic like a pimp pimps hoes Here's how it goes I am a genius I mean this I shake this you'll take this I'm kinda fiendish You wish that you could come into my neighborhood Meaning my mental state Still I'm 5 foot 8 Crazy as I wanna be Cause I make it orderly You could say I'm sorta da boss so get lost The brotha dat will make you change opinions Dominions I'm in them when it's time to kick shit from The heart, plus I get a piece of the action I'm feelin satisfaction from the street crowd reaction Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid, too late When they dip in the kick they get sprayed Lemonade was a popular drink and in still is I get more props den stunts den Bruce Willis A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose when I cruise Out on the expressway Leavin the Bodega I say "suave" Premier's got more beats den barns got hay Clips are inserted into my gun So I can take the money, neva have ta run [Premier scratches and hooks] [Smooth B] I left my Phillie at home Do you have another? I wanna get blunted my brother Now may I make a mark Then make a spark over this phat track Or should I say dope beat Subtract, delete All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract But they lack the new knack that's comin from way way back Hey yo Premier, please pass that buddha sack You hear we quit? No way, bullshit I told ya before we come back wit more hits I provide bright flava, so you could sketch me Do me a favor, dont try and catch me Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame Ask him, he'll tell you the same he knows my name Smooth, I drop jewels like, paraphenalia I'm infallable, not into failure Like a rhinocerus, my speed is prosperous And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus I write here tonite to bring truth to the light My dialogue is my own cause Smooth B will neva bite [Premier scratches and hooks] |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Verse One
You know I used to be a player, fly girl layer and a heartbreaker, lovemaker, backbreaker but then I made a mistake yes I fell in love with this ill chick sweatin’ me for money, my name and the dilsnick my homeboys told me to drop her for it would be to my benefit she used to say I’d better quit hanging with those derelects romancing is my thing but I can’t swing with no scheming hoes wherever my beema goes you know that I’m driving surviving in the 90’s is a must so I trust that everyone listen up as my vocals give thrust I bust my rhymes first never chasing a skirt do much work while other suckas need more time to rehearse now back to the ex-girls, ex-lovers, ex-friends it made me mad to find that she was only after my ends she phones me and goes on about her new life now I wish she knew right now I think she’s busted let’s discuss it when I was with her no trust, just fights just the he-say-she-say and the neighborhood highlights bow I got my new girl or as I say my baby doll but I’m still gettin’ crazy calls, my ex-girl’s got balls don’t wanna play the field cuz I get lovin’ at home base don’t gimme no long face just exit with a grace you and I are the past, c’est la vie, much respect girl but now you’re my ex-girl cuz I’m on with the next girl Chorus Next <cuz girls look so good> Verse Two she had much loot liked to buy me fresh-dipped gear liked to have me near cuz of my svoir faire the time we shared was brief cuz I needed relief from her high-classed antics and all her conceit now she’s crying wolf and I like don’t wanna hear that I told her the bear facts when things started out she wines and she pouts about how I did her bad yo but she’d tried to buy me even tempt me with the hiney I fell for a sec cuz the clothes were real fly I could almost feel I would give into her whims her thoughts were erratic, sporadic, crazy in nature I told her hey look I can no longer date ya Tried to pimp with bank and fell short, your ship sank many thanks for the time and the watch and the link you and I are the past, c’est la vie, nuff respect girl but now you’re my ex-girl cuz I’m straight with the next girl Chorus Verse Three you saw my mom in the supermarket and gave her your number you asked how’s my sister then asked how’s my brother didn’t ask about my father cuz you know he ain’t like ya every time I left for your crib yo he’d really get hyper the advice he used to give me makes much sense now I can’t believe I used to let you break my confidence down you used to ask me why the hell did I wanna live in Brooklyn? you messed up my flow although you were good-lookin’ yes darlin’ was fly and this was the problem cuz back in the day she had me scheming and robbin’ to get her things to wear so when she went to the club all eyes were on her and me I just bugged caught in between felling proud and feeling more like a sucker had to go undercover, get away, find another been in Brooklyn 9 years and been around the world too I’ve seen so many fly girls and I knew just what to do I went from ex-girl to next took my time with each one and you know they still love me so stop jellin’ me hon went home to see mom and I saw you at the bus stop must I stop? nah I think not you and I are the past c’est la vie, much respect girl but now you’re my ex-girl & I’m out with the next girl out... Chorus |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[Guru] Fresh out the gate again time to raise the stakes again Fatten my plate again y'all cats know we always play to win G A N G to the Starr's son Haters took this shit too far son So thats all for you I'm whiping out your whole team I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes The badder you seem, the more lies you tell The more lies you sell, then by surprise you fell Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches Stupid, you know the God must bless every single mic he touches I've suffered, just so I could return harder Wanna be the shit starter? Fuck around, make you a martyr I make ya famous, turn around and make ya nameless Cause you never understood to me how vital this rap game is Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one Chorus: Gang Starr samples, except where noted --Full clip-- --Do you wanna mess with this?-- --Gang Starr-- --I'm one of the best yet-- --I'm nice like that-- "It's all good" --- Noreaga --In this business of rep-- *repeat, change last line to: --so I suggest you take a rest--* [Guru] So if you stand in my way, I'm gonna have to spray Learn that "if you come against me son your gonna have to pray" Since back in the day I held The Weight and kept my head up The wanna see the God catch an L Itz all a Set Up I give no man or thing power over me Why these niggaz so jealous and lookin sour, over me? I'm bolder, G, I'm like impossible to stop I'm like that nigga in the ring with you, impossible to drop I'm like two magazine fully loaded to your one Plus I ain't gonna quit spittin, nigga, till your done Plus, more than over, I got my whole shit together More than a decade of hits, that'll live forever Catchin rep off my name? Your bound to fry Know how many niggaz that I know, is done to die We never fail, and we ain't never been frail You niggaz talk crime, but you scared of jail Chorus [Guru] Attackin like a slick Apache lyrics are trigger happy Pullin back your wig piece just for the way your lookin at me Talk back, blaow! I hit you up right now I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow Face the consequence, of your childish nonsense I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya I never liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite ya The flame thrower, make your peops afraid to know ya How many times I told ya, "play your position" small soldier My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence Stop beatin me in the head son, nah, I'm not buyin it I'm ready to blast, ready to surpass and harass I'm ready to flip, yeah I'm ready to get with all that cash I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip So watch your dome already cause this one might hit Chorus |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[Guru] Fresh out the gate again time to raise the stakes again Fatten my plate again y'all cats know we always play to win G A N G to the Starr's son Haters took this shit too far son So thats all for you I'm whiping out your whole team I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes The badder you seem, the more lies you tell The more lies you sell, then by surprise you fell Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches Stupid, you know the God must bless every single mic he touches I've suffered, just so I could return harder Wanna be the shit starter? Fuck around, make you a martyr I make ya famous, turn around and make ya nameless Cause you never understood to me how vital this rap game is Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one Chorus: Gang Starr samples, except where noted --Full clip-- --Do you wanna mess with this?-- --Gang Starr-- --I'm one of the best yet-- --I'm nice like that-- "It's all good" --- Noreaga --In this business of rep-- *repeat, change last line to: --so I suggest you take a rest--* [Guru] So if you stand in my way, I'm gonna have to spray Learn that "if you come against me son your gonna have to pray" Since back in the day I held The Weight and kept my head up The wanna see the God catch an L Itz all a Set Up I give no man or thing power over me Why these niggaz so jealous and lookin sour, over me? I'm bolder, G, I'm like impossible to stop I'm like that nigga in the ring with you, impossible to drop I'm like two magazine fully loaded to your one Plus I ain't gonna quit spittin, nigga, till your done Plus, more than over, I got my whole shit together More than a decade of hits, that'll live forever Catchin rep off my name? Your bound to fry Know how many niggaz that I know, is done to die We never fail, and we ain't never been frail You niggaz talk crime, but you scared of jail Chorus [Guru] Attackin like a slick Apache lyrics are trigger happy Pullin back your wig piece just for the way your lookin at me Talk back, blaow! I hit you up right now I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow Face the consequence, of your childish nonsense I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya I never liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite ya The flame thrower, make your peops afraid to know ya How many times I told ya, "play your position" small soldier My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence Stop beatin me in the head son, nah, I'm not buyin it I'm ready to blast, ready to surpass and harass I'm ready to flip, yeah I'm ready to get with all that cash I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip So watch your dome already cause this one might hit Chorus |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Shit, it ain't go hold me back, I gotta go all out to get mine A tech nine might come in handy for the next time I'm frustrated, chumps are making me mad Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad Too gold, too bold, too fly for them to stop The man to respect 'cause I'm ripping up blocks I gotta get the dough, gotta run the show I'm flipping like a kilo, stash a million or so Go for what you feel and deal wit this 'Cause I'm dangerous, I come real wit this And packing and strapping, it goes along wit the rapping By any means necessary, you can't get buried I may come wit a smile but I've been known to get crazy wild So when you scheme, yo, I scheme too And I've been out here and yes, I've seen you I know your face, I know your name and all your people kid I've got mad connections, so won't do a bid I make the moves, I'm never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking Mad murderer stalk in the night when you walk Feelings of stone to the bone, I'm a rock No regrets for doing shit I had to do I was hard headed and yea, I still am too But you know I got things under control So you should slow your roll that's my advice to you bro A street veteran, sometimes I'm trife as a juvenile I'll beep your style, you can't fuck wit the golden child That's why you're riffing but you know you're just ass kissing You wanna meet'cha maker, I'm a take ya Or else let the man command 'Cause I'll be ready to get you open, ain't no joking, I jam So if you wanna know who's really boss Then try your game, lamb, and end up taking a big loss If I don't get my way, you're history To you, I'm a mystery, you never understand me I came to grab the tapes and be out I came to get what's due to me 'cause I got clout I make the moves, I'm never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking I'm sinister, I'm selling no wolf tickets here Rolling correct to get my point across clear Sights in the city make me bitter And I ain't taking no shit from no sucker nigga I move swift, always looking for the money to make I need the cash flow, I got a lot at stake And I could never go out like a crab So shut the hell up and put the money in a big bag Hand it over smooth like I need fat dough, I got things to do tonight I'm always on my job, ain't no time to be caught short And those outta line, pay a fine or get knocked off It's my turn to clock the duckets Being broke, nah, I can't fuck wit it I'm making moves, never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Shit, it ain't go hold me back, I gotta go all out to get mine A tech nine might come in handy for the next time I'm frustrated, chumps are making me mad Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad Too gold, too bold, too fly for them to stop The man to respect 'cause I'm ripping up blocks I gotta get the dough, gotta run the show I'm flipping like a kilo, stash a million or so Go for what you feel and deal wit this 'Cause I'm dangerous, I come real wit this And packing and strapping, it goes along wit the rapping By any means necessary, you can't get buried I may come wit a smile but I've been known to get crazy wild So when you scheme, yo, I scheme too And I've been out here and yes, I've seen you I know your face, I know your name and all your people kid I've got mad connections, so won't do a bid I make the moves, I'm never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking Mad murderer stalk in the night when you walk Feelings of stone to the bone, I'm a rock No regrets for doing shit I had to do I was hard headed and yea, I still am too But you know I got things under control So you should slow your roll that's my advice to you bro A street veteran, sometimes I'm trife as a juvenile I'll beep your style, you can't fuck wit the golden child That's why you're riffing but you know you're just ass kissing You wanna meet'cha maker, I'm a take ya Or else let the man command 'Cause I'll be ready to get you open, ain't no joking, I jam So if you wanna know who's really boss Then try your game, lamb, and end up taking a big loss If I don't get my way, you're history To you, I'm a mystery, you never understand me I came to grab the tapes and be out I came to get what's due to me 'cause I got clout I make the moves, I'm never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking I'm sinister, I'm selling no wolf tickets here Rolling correct to get my point across clear Sights in the city make me bitter And I ain't taking no shit from no sucker nigga I move swift, always looking for the money to make I need the cash flow, I got a lot at stake And I could never go out like a crab So shut the hell up and put the money in a big bag Hand it over smooth like I need fat dough, I got things to do tonight I'm always on my job, ain't no time to be caught short And those outta line, pay a fine or get knocked off It's my turn to clock the duckets Being broke, nah, I can't fuck wit it I'm making moves, never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
I say people people come on and check it out now
You see the mic in my hand now watch me wreck it now what is a party if the crew ain't there? [what's your name?] call me Guru that's my man Premier now many attempts have been made to hold us back? slander the name and with-hold facts but I'm the type of brother with much more game I got a sure aim and if i find you're to blame you can bet you'll be exterminated, taken out, done it doesn't matter how many they'll go as easy as just one bust one round in the air for this here cuz this year suckers are going no where cuz my strret style and intelligence level makes me much more than just an angry rebel I'm Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal mc's that ain't equipped get flipped in my circle I'm aiming on raining on the bitch ass chumps cuz their rhymes don't flow and their beats don't pump and niggaz better know i paid my dues and shit I'm bout to blow the fuck up because I refuse to quit I'm out to get the props that are rightfullly mine yeah me and the crew think its about that time but on the DL you know that Gangstarr will conquer that's why you stare and point and others cling on to my nautica, asking for a hookup well sorry but my schedule is all booked up nobody put me on I made it up the hard way look out for my people but the suckers should parlay cuz it's business kid, this ain't no free for all you have to wait your turn, you must await your call so now, now it is my duty to eliminate and subtract all of the booty crews and suckers should vacate before I get irate and I'll kick your can from here to Japan with force you can't withstand cuz I'm the muthafuckin' man yo right now I got my man Lil' Dap from the Group home yo step up to the mic and tell them why you're the man so much anger built inside so don't stop to say hi, muthafucka just die my shit holds a mouthful so i guess you know what's up why punks get killed at the end of the month styles and styles I flip Lil' Dap remains sick yes the Group Home is thick so all you punks hear this everytime you riff the more fame that we get muthafuckas act hard thinking that they are God niggaz just don't understand let me be my own man did everything on my own and everyplace wasn't home everywhere that I'd rest I had to dress with a vest I guess you get the routine but with a lot of stress frustration on my mind brothers doin' mad time rhymes are organized like crime as we're rippin' the lines brothers just don't know how shit got to go cuz I was told to never give my back to the street as I walk through the ghetto dead souls I greet see my man give him pound then I walk with a frown another minute another brother's gunned down shit is getting too close that's why the Group Home is thick so everytime you riff the more fame that we get my father always said don't watch the one across the street watch the one right next b'cuz he's easy to flex took heed to what he said yeah that deep ass nigga while brothers hang around tryin' to get down niggaz just don't understand I'm the mutha fuckin' man and also on the set from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels we got my man Jeru the Damaja yo tell them why you're the man I'll tap your jaw you probably heard it before step to the bedlamite I'll prove my word is law drugstore with more dope rhyme vendor not partial to beef the chief ambassador niggaz get mad cuz they can't score like a wild west flick they wish to shoot up my door but I incite a riot don't even try it bust up chumps so crab kids keep quiet like I said before I tap jaws snatch whores kill suckers in wars vic a style you said was yours money grip wanna flip but you're fish house the mic like your hooker and did tricks on the bitch Dirty Rotten Scoundrel and my name is Jeru utilizing my tools in '92 MC's step up in mobs to defeat us when we rock knots and got props like Norm Peterson lot's of friends, lot's of fun, lots of beers got the skills, kreeno so I always get cheers troop on like a trooper no tears for fears I'm a get mines cuz the crew'll get theirs cut you up like Edward Scissorhands you know the program I'm the mutha fuckin' man... |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
I say people people come on and check it out now
You see the mic in my hand now watch me wreck it now what is a party if the crew ain't there? [what's your name?] call me Guru that's my man Premier now many attempts have been made to hold us back? slander the name and with-hold facts but I'm the type of brother with much more game I got a sure aim and if i find you're to blame you can bet you'll be exterminated, taken out, done it doesn't matter how many they'll go as easy as just one bust one round in the air for this here cuz this year suckers are going no where cuz my strret style and intelligence level makes me much more than just an angry rebel I'm Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal mc's that ain't equipped get flipped in my circle I'm aiming on raining on the bitch ass chumps cuz their rhymes don't flow and their beats don't pump and niggaz better know i paid my dues and shit I'm bout to blow the fuck up because I refuse to quit I'm out to get the props that are rightfullly mine yeah me and the crew think its about that time but on the DL you know that Gangstarr will conquer that's why you stare and point and others cling on to my nautica, asking for a hookup well sorry but my schedule is all booked up nobody put me on I made it up the hard way look out for my people but the suckers should parlay cuz it's business kid, this ain't no free for all you have to wait your turn, you must await your call so now, now it is my duty to eliminate and subtract all of the booty crews and suckers should vacate before I get irate and I'll kick your can from here to Japan with force you can't withstand cuz I'm the muthafuckin' man yo right now I got my man Lil' Dap from the Group home yo step up to the mic and tell them why you're the man so much anger built inside so don't stop to say hi, muthafucka just die my shit holds a mouthful so i guess you know what's up why punks get killed at the end of the month styles and styles I flip Lil' Dap remains sick yes the Group Home is thick so all you punks hear this everytime you riff the more fame that we get muthafuckas act hard thinking that they are God niggaz just don't understand let me be my own man did everything on my own and everyplace wasn't home everywhere that I'd rest I had to dress with a vest I guess you get the routine but with a lot of stress frustration on my mind brothers doin' mad time rhymes are organized like crime as we're rippin' the lines brothers just don't know how shit got to go cuz I was told to never give my back to the street as I walk through the ghetto dead souls I greet see my man give him pound then I walk with a frown another minute another brother's gunned down shit is getting too close that's why the Group Home is thick so everytime you riff the more fame that we get my father always said don't watch the one across the street watch the one right next b'cuz he's easy to flex took heed to what he said yeah that deep ass nigga while brothers hang around tryin' to get down niggaz just don't understand I'm the mutha fuckin' man and also on the set from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels we got my man Jeru the Damaja yo tell them why you're the man I'll tap your jaw you probably heard it before step to the bedlamite I'll prove my word is law drugstore with more dope rhyme vendor not partial to beef the chief ambassador niggaz get mad cuz they can't score like a wild west flick they wish to shoot up my door but I incite a riot don't even try it bust up chumps so crab kids keep quiet like I said before I tap jaws snatch whores kill suckers in wars vic a style you said was yours money grip wanna flip but you're fish house the mic like your hooker and did tricks on the bitch Dirty Rotten Scoundrel and my name is Jeru utilizing my tools in '92 MC's step up in mobs to defeat us when we rock knots and got props like Norm Peterson lot's of friends, lot's of fun, lots of beers got the skills, kreeno so I always get cheers troop on like a trooper no tears for fears I'm a get mines cuz the crew'll get theirs cut you up like Edward Scissorhands you know the program I'm the mutha fuckin' man... |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
"I would like to play a.. little tune I just composed not so long ago" "Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie Holiday" *HORNS* *drum roll* *piano keys played* *HORNS* "Byrd..?" *trumpet solo* *group horns* "The music called jazz.." -) Guru *HORNS* [Guru] It's roots are in the sounds of the African or should I say the mother.. bringin us back again From the drummin on the Congo, we came with a strong flow and continue to grow Feet move, to the beat of the t'balo Now dig the story and follow For then it landed, on American soil Through the sweat, the blood, and the toil Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted on chain gangs Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues St. Louis blues, they were all the news Ringin smooth.. in all the listeners ears Fulfillin the needs, and plantin the seeds of a jazz thing King Oliver's group was a train comin through to Chicago, bringin the New Orleans groove And when Satchmo blew, the audience knew Basil Street blues was the whole house tune it was music.. great to dance to Great to romance to with a lot to say to you Relaying a message, revealing the essence of a jazz thing * DJ Premier cuts "jazz music" * In the 40's came be-bop, the first be-bop The real be-bop, so let me talk about Diz' and Byrd, givin the word Defining how a beat could be so complete Playing with ferocity, thinkin with velocity About ornathology, or anthropology and even ?, and this is real history Theolonious Monk, a melodious thunk No mistakes were made with the notes he played His conception, was ?re condite? A star glowing bright among dim lights The critics did cite that he sounded alright Charlie Mingus, such nimble fingers Droppin the bass, all over the place and Max Roach, cymbals socking Bass drum talking, snare drum rocking Restructuring.. the metaphysics of a jazz thing John Coltrane, a man supreme He was the cream.. he was the wise one The impression of Afro Blue and of the promise, that was not kept He was a GIANT step, and there was Ornette Coleman He was another soul man The original invisible, playing great music I wonder why the ?Bangles? couldn't use it Now listen see The real mystery is how music history created by white men or any other white man that pretended he originated "uh-huh.." and contended that he innovated "uh-huh.." a jazz thing ("Of course we know who can really blow") Scheamin on the meaning of a jazz thing And this music ain't dead, so don't be misled by those who said that jazz was on it's deathbed Cause when Betty Carter sings a song ain't nuttin goin on, but simply good music And you won't refuse it She's takin her time, makin the nuances rhyme Sonny Rollins, tenor saxophone with a big old tone, recitin poems with notes as words, and haven't you heard NEXT STOP BUTTER, RIGHT PAST OLEO Now there's young cats blowin And more and more people, yes they will be knowin Jazz ain't the past, this music's gonna last and as the facts unfold, remember who foretold The 90's, will be the decade of a jazz thing "I love jazz music" (3X) * Primo scratches "I love jazz music" * A jazz thing.. |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
"I would like to play a.. little tune I just composed not so long ago" "Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie Holiday" *HORNS* *drum roll* *piano keys played* *HORNS* "Byrd..?" *trumpet solo* *group horns* "The music called jazz.." -) Guru *HORNS* [Guru] It's roots are in the sounds of the African or should I say the mother.. bringin us back again From the drummin on the Congo, we came with a strong flow and continue to grow Feet move, to the beat of the t'balo Now dig the story and follow For then it landed, on American soil Through the sweat, the blood, and the toil Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted on chain gangs Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues St. Louis blues, they were all the news Ringin smooth.. in all the listeners ears Fulfillin the needs, and plantin the seeds of a jazz thing King Oliver's group was a train comin through to Chicago, bringin the New Orleans groove And when Satchmo blew, the audience knew Basil Street blues was the whole house tune it was music.. great to dance to Great to romance to with a lot to say to you Relaying a message, revealing the essence of a jazz thing * DJ Premier cuts "jazz music" * In the 40's came be-bop, the first be-bop The real be-bop, so let me talk about Diz' and Byrd, givin the word Defining how a beat could be so complete Playing with ferocity, thinkin with velocity About ornathology, or anthropology and even ?, and this is real history Theolonious Monk, a melodious thunk No mistakes were made with the notes he played His conception, was ?re condite? A star glowing bright among dim lights The critics did cite that he sounded alright Charlie Mingus, such nimble fingers Droppin the bass, all over the place and Max Roach, cymbals socking Bass drum talking, snare drum rocking Restructuring.. the metaphysics of a jazz thing John Coltrane, a man supreme He was the cream.. he was the wise one The impression of Afro Blue and of the promise, that was not kept He was a GIANT step, and there was Ornette Coleman He was another soul man The original invisible, playing great music I wonder why the ?Bangles? couldn't use it Now listen see The real mystery is how music history created by white men or any other white man that pretended he originated "uh-huh.." and contended that he innovated "uh-huh.." a jazz thing ("Of course we know who can really blow") Scheamin on the meaning of a jazz thing And this music ain't dead, so don't be misled by those who said that jazz was on it's deathbed Cause when Betty Carter sings a song ain't nuttin goin on, but simply good music And you won't refuse it She's takin her time, makin the nuances rhyme Sonny Rollins, tenor saxophone with a big old tone, recitin poems with notes as words, and haven't you heard NEXT STOP BUTTER, RIGHT PAST OLEO Now there's young cats blowin And more and more people, yes they will be knowin Jazz ain't the past, this music's gonna last and as the facts unfold, remember who foretold The 90's, will be the decade of a jazz thing "I love jazz music" (3X) * Primo scratches "I love jazz music" * A jazz thing.. |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes Brothers are amused by others brother's reps But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept 'Cause in the night, you'll feel fright And at the sight of a 4-5th, I guess you just might Wanna do a dance or two 'Cause they could maybe bust you for self or wit a crew No matter is you or your brother's a star He could pop you in check without a getaway car And some might say that he's a dummy But sticking you and taking all of your money It's a daily operation He might be loose in the park or lurking at the train station Mad brothers know his name So he thinks he got a little fame From the stick-up game And while we're blaming society He's at a party with his man They got their eye on the gold chain That the next man's wearing It looks big but they ain't staring Just thinking of a way and when to get the brother They'll be long gone before the kid recovers And back around the way, he'll have the chain on his neck Claimin' respect, Just to get a rep Ten brothers in a circle Had the kid trapped, the one wit the hood, he said, "We'll hurt you" If you don't run out your dues and pay Give up the Rolex watch or you won't see another day See, they were on the attack And one said, "Yo, you wanna make this to a homicide rap? Make it fast so we can be on our way Kick in the rings and everything, ok?" The kid was nervous and flinching And little shorty with the 3-8, yo, he was inchin Closer and closer, put the gun to his head Shorty was down to catch a body instead Money was scared so he panicked Took off his link and his rings and ran frantic But shorty said, "Now" pulled the trigger and stepped It was nothing, he did it just to get a rep The rep grows bigger, now he's known for his trigger finger Rolling with troops of his sons like a gansta figure He's near the peak of his crazy career His posse's a nightmare, mack and jewels and crazy gear But as we know, the things we do come back And Shorty's not peeping, others are scheming to counteract 'Cause the kid that got shot didn't perish, so He pulls up in a jeep with tinted windows Too late, Shorty was caught in the midst His time ran out, his number came up, and that's it You know the rest, so don't front, the plan has been upset Some brothers gotta go out just to get a rep |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes Brothers are amused by others brother's reps But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept 'Cause in the night, you'll feel fright And at the sight of a 4-5th, I guess you just might Wanna do a dance or two 'Cause they could maybe bust you for self or wit a crew No matter is you or your brother's a star He could pop you in check without a getaway car And some might say that he's a dummy But sticking you and taking all of your money It's a daily operation He might be loose in the park or lurking at the train station Mad brothers know his name So he thinks he got a little fame From the stick-up game And while we're blaming society He's at a party with his man They got their eye on the gold chain That the next man's wearing It looks big but they ain't staring Just thinking of a way and when to get the brother They'll be long gone before the kid recovers And back around the way, he'll have the chain on his neck Claimin' respect, Just to get a rep Ten brothers in a circle Had the kid trapped, the one wit the hood, he said, "We'll hurt you" If you don't run out your dues and pay Give up the Rolex watch or you won't see another day See, they were on the attack And one said, "Yo, you wanna make this to a homicide rap? Make it fast so we can be on our way Kick in the rings and everything, ok?" The kid was nervous and flinching And little shorty with the 3-8, yo, he was inchin Closer and closer, put the gun to his head Shorty was down to catch a body instead Money was scared so he panicked Took off his link and his rings and ran frantic But shorty said, "Now" pulled the trigger and stepped It was nothing, he did it just to get a rep The rep grows bigger, now he's known for his trigger finger Rolling with troops of his sons like a gansta figure He's near the peak of his crazy career His posse's a nightmare, mack and jewels and crazy gear But as we know, the things we do come back And Shorty's not peeping, others are scheming to counteract 'Cause the kid that got shot didn't perish, so He pulls up in a jeep with tinted windows Too late, Shorty was caught in the midst His time ran out, his number came up, and that's it You know the rest, so don't front, the plan has been upset Some brothers gotta go out just to get a rep |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes Brothers are amused by others brother's reps But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept 'Cause in the night, you'll feel fright And at the sight of a 4-5th, I guess you just might Wanna do a dance or two 'Cause they could maybe bust you for self or wit a crew No matter is you or your brother's a star He could pop you in check without a getaway car And some might say that he's a dummy But sticking you and taking all of your money It's a daily operation He might be loose in the park or lurking at the train station Mad brothers know his name So he thinks he got a little fame From the stick-up game And while we're blaming society He's at a party with his man They got their eye on the gold chain That the next man's wearing It looks big but they ain't staring Just thinking of a way and when to get the brother They'll be long gone before the kid recovers And back around the way, he'll have the chain on his neck Claimin' respect, Just to get a rep Ten brothers in a circle Had the kid trapped, the one wit the hood, he said, "We'll hurt you" If you don't run out your dues and pay Give up the Rolex watch or you won't see another day See, they were on the attack And one said, "Yo, you wanna make this to a homicide rap? Make it fast so we can be on our way Kick in the rings and everything, ok?" The kid was nervous and flinching And little shorty with the 3-8, yo, he was inchin Closer and closer, put the gun to his head Shorty was down to catch a body instead Money was scared so he panicked Took off his link and his rings and ran frantic But shorty said, "Now" pulled the trigger and stepped It was nothing, he did it just to get a rep The rep grows bigger, now he's known for his trigger finger Rolling with troops of his sons like a gansta figure He's near the peak of his crazy career His posse's a nightmare, mack and jewels and crazy gear But as we know, the things we do come back And Shorty's not peeping, others are scheming to counteract 'Cause the kid that got shot didn't perish, so He pulls up in a jeep with tinted windows Too late, Shorty was caught in the midst His time ran out, his number came up, and that's it You know the rest, so don't front, the plan has been upset Some brothers gotta go out just to get a rep |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
No way you'll never make it
Come with the weak shit, I break kids Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass A lot of rappers be like one time wonders Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under Their noses, I hate those motherfuckin posers But I'm so real to them it's scary And with my unique skills nag you can't compare me And no we don't make wack tracks and all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin real facts I represent set up shit like a tent boy You're paranoid cause you're my son like Elroy And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal Oh yes I'm greater than all MC's when I breeeze give me room please I be like fascinatin when I be updatin Cuttin off wack kids, pullin their trump cards I thump hard, and mak eem say that I'm God Niggaz be pretendin they hardcore Never know the meaning of [real hardcore] But I get props like a slogan and no man Could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam Lyrically def and connecting complete mic wrecking No double checking vocals kill like weapons But if I have to I go all out with no mic Yeah that's right cause I survived mad fights And for my peeps I truly care Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here And they all know how I feel Cause suckers be like playin themselves to have mass appeal I know I'm dope but don't wet that I've suffered setbacks but now I'm makin greenbacks Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hip-hop Check one two and you don't stop Your head'll bop when I drop my crop of pure bomb, just like the seashore I'm calm But wild, with my monotone style Because I don't need gimmicks Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it Word is bond I go on and on For you it's tragic I got magic like wands So I'ma end this lecture and I betcha Those who kick dirt and do time I'm gonna get cha Cause I be kickin the real While they be losin the race tryin to chase mass appeal |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
No way you'll never make it
Come with the weak shit, I break kids Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass A lot of rappers be like one time wonders Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under Their noses, I hate those motherfuckin posers But I'm so real to them it's scary And with my unique skills nag you can't compare me And no we don't make wack tracks and all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin real facts I represent set up shit like a tent boy You're paranoid cause you're my son like Elroy And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal Oh yes I'm greater than all MC's when I breeeze give me room please I be like fascinatin when I be updatin Cuttin off wack kids, pullin their trump cards I thump hard, and mak eem say that I'm God Niggaz be pretendin they hardcore Never know the meaning of [real hardcore] But I get props like a slogan and no man Could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam Lyrically def and connecting complete mic wrecking No double checking vocals kill like weapons But if I have to I go all out with no mic Yeah that's right cause I survived mad fights And for my peeps I truly care Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here And they all know how I feel Cause suckers be like playin themselves to have mass appeal I know I'm dope but don't wet that I've suffered setbacks but now I'm makin greenbacks Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hip-hop Check one two and you don't stop Your head'll bop when I drop my crop of pure bomb, just like the seashore I'm calm But wild, with my monotone style Because I don't need gimmicks Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it Word is bond I go on and on For you it's tragic I got magic like wands So I'ma end this lecture and I betcha Those who kick dirt and do time I'm gonna get cha Cause I be kickin the real While they be losin the race tryin to chase mass appeal |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[Guru] Yo Duke, you're dead wrong; tou'll never have the skills like mine I write the ill type rhymes now I'm reaching my prime 360 dunk in your face You can't compete, you're just a basket case Let's separate the men from the boys And put your money where your mouth is, no time for toys Your game is weak you geek so don't sleep Cause I'll be checkin ya, wreckin ya, when I start to creep through the backdoor - I know I caught you out there You got no clout here, and I doubt there is anyway that you can stop the beat down You better play the background, and sit back down Chumps like you, I gotta keep 'em in line So prepare to suffer boy, cause now you're mine {*DJ Premier scratching*} [Guru] I'll fake you left and go right, straight down the lane Here's one in your eye; you'll feel pain You strain - to put together some strategy But you're raggedy, and i'll be glad to see The frown on your grill when I drill and thrill Set up my offense, commence to kill I'll be leadin from beginnin to end And after I pound ya, you're gonna wanna make friends And make amends for the silly, trash you were talking Take a walk and your shots I'm swattin with ease, and the ladies are swoonin Clockin my swiftness, while you're droolin You oughtta practice up and get your game refined I've been waitin to dog you, and now you're mine {*DJ Premier scratching*} [Guru] Hurry up sucker, go ahead and pick your squad Try to play hard.. but I'ma rob you of your crazy notions to defeat me You're weak see, I'm rough hardcore And even be down to give you a rematch After I wax and tax that butt When I slam the alley-oop, you can rally troops But I'll play the awesome defense I'll pick your pocket, and send you to the bench With tears in your eyes as you realize the prize is for me Yes all the money Son, my form is too nice, my handle's precise I'll take you right or go left Because my game's so def, and now you're mine {*DJ Premier scratching*} |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[Guru] Yo Duke, you're dead wrong; tou'll never have the skills like mine I write the ill type rhymes now I'm reaching my prime 360 dunk in your face You can't compete, you're just a basket case Let's separate the men from the boys And put your money where your mouth is, no time for toys Your game is weak you geek so don't sleep Cause I'll be checkin ya, wreckin ya, when I start to creep through the backdoor - I know I caught you out there You got no clout here, and I doubt there is anyway that you can stop the beat down You better play the background, and sit back down Chumps like you, I gotta keep 'em in line So prepare to suffer boy, cause now you're mine {*DJ Premier scratching*} [Guru] I'll fake you left and go right, straight down the lane Here's one in your eye; you'll feel pain You strain - to put together some strategy But you're raggedy, and i'll be glad to see The frown on your grill when I drill and thrill Set up my offense, commence to kill I'll be leadin from beginnin to end And after I pound ya, you're gonna wanna make friends And make amends for the silly, trash you were talking Take a walk and your shots I'm swattin with ease, and the ladies are swoonin Clockin my swiftness, while you're droolin You oughtta practice up and get your game refined I've been waitin to dog you, and now you're mine {*DJ Premier scratching*} [Guru] Hurry up sucker, go ahead and pick your squad Try to play hard.. but I'ma rob you of your crazy notions to defeat me You're weak see, I'm rough hardcore And even be down to give you a rematch After I wax and tax that butt When I slam the alley-oop, you can rally troops But I'll play the awesome defense I'll pick your pocket, and send you to the bench With tears in your eyes as you realize the prize is for me Yes all the money Son, my form is too nice, my handle's precise I'll take you right or go left Because my game's so def, and now you're mine {*DJ Premier scratching*} |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[K-Ci and JoJo] Ohhh yeah
[Guru] One of the meanest and the cleanest 난 가장 비열하고도 깨끗한 사람 중 하나 And still I'm kind of feindish when I'm at this 그러면서도 이런 일을 할 때는 악당의 면이 있지 Been doin this for eons, peons best to catch this 아주 오랜 시간 동안 이런 짓을 했어, 미숙한 놈들아 잘 봐 vision of excellence, precise rappin ability 완벽함의 모습과 정확한 래핑 실력을 말야 Bout to make some dead presidents, macking a million G '죽은 대통령'을 만들어내고, 백만 달러를 확보한 갱스터 *dead presidents - 별건 아니고, 지폐 위에 그려진 그림이 다 과거의 대통령이니까 이런 비유를 쓴 겁니다. The money though, it's got people actin funny yo 그래도 돈은, 사람들을 우습게 행동하게 만들어 As soon as some niggaz get some light, they be like dummies yo 어떤 이가 빛을 가지게 되는 순간, 아주 인형처럼 굴게 되지 Products and puppets and pawns, gettin played out 생산물과 인형과 졸개들, 모두다 놀아나 When authentic niggaz step up, respect be layed out 믿을만한 이가 이리로 올라오면, 존중심이 나오게 되지 Major effect to your sector, I'm the corrector 너의 구역엔 확실한 영향을 줘, 난 틀린 것을 정정해 Live and direct, waving my mic like a sceptor 라이브이면서도 직접적으로, 내 마이크를 홀(笏)처럼 휘두르지 *sceptor - 왕이 들고 다니는 막대기. 사전에 홀이라고 나와서 그대로 썼습니다. 뭔가 쉬운 단어가 있을 것 같으면서도-- Supreme exalted, universal leader 최고의 자리로 올라와, 전우주의 리더 Descendent of the kings and queens, the overseer 왕과 왕비의 자손, 이들의 감독 The overlord, cream of the crop, creme de la creme 군주, 모든 것의 진짜 알맹이, 크림과 같지 Spent years buildin with cats in the streets, so they my men 거리에서 친구들과 몇 년을 보냈어, 이젠 다 내 친구지 Again, GangStarr has done it 다시, Gang Starr가 해낸 거야 Remember too much jewels back in the days? You'd have to run it 너무 많은 보석을 가지고 다니던 때 기억해? 네가 가져야 할지도 Check it, the ground be hot under our feet 체크, 발 아래 이 지대는 뜨거워 So we be listening to beats to keep the cypher complete 그래서 우리는 비트를 들으면서 암호문을 완성시키려 해 Wether you kids be holdin, on the block all day 네 아이가 하루종일 거리에 있든지 Or you be puffing lye, out in the back hallway 저기 뒤 로비에서, 마약을 하든지 Or whether you being schooled, or in the library 학교에 있든지, 아니면 도서관에 있든지 Wherever you are Baby Pah, realize that your essence 니가 Baby Pah이든지, 너의 본질을 깨달아야 해 is divine son, and let it shine son 이건 중요해, 빛을 내는 거야 얘야 As we refine son, aiyyo, this shit'll blow your mind son 우리가 이 모든 것을 정화시키면, 너의 마음을 날릴 거야 We're royalty 우린 고귀한 자 Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo Wherever I go I want to take nothin less than the best 내가 가는 곳이 어디든, 최고가 아니면 되지 않아 Whatever I choose, I choose to do 뭘 선택하든, 난 행동으로 옮겨 I have to stand out from all the rest 나머지 이들보다는 앞서야하니까 Whatever I do, wherever I go 무얼 하든지, 어딜 가든지 I want to take nothin less than the best 최고가 아니면 난 바라지 않아 Whatever I choose, I choose to do 무얼 선택하든, 난 행동으로 옮겨 I just wanna stand out from all the rest 나머지 이들보다 앞서고 싶을 뿐이야 [Guru] And all the girls they want to spoil me 그리고 날 망치려 하는 모든 여자들 My honey annoits me with oils G 나의 꿀은 윤기를 내며 흘러 After work she greets me, and treats me like royalty 일이 끝나고 그녀는 날 반기고, 귀족처럼 날 대접하지 Works with me, giving herself, by my side 나와 함께 일하고, 내 옆에 그녀를 맡겨 She don't sweat me for loot, my fame, or my ride 내 돈, 유명함이나 내 차 때문에 땀을 흘리거나 하진 않아 A lot of ladies out there, be lookin lovely 많은 여자들이 바깥에서, 예쁜 얼굴을 하고 잇어 But they don't got no control of the their life, inside they're ugly 하지만 그들의 삶을 제어못하지, 속으로는 못 생긴 거야 Word to Bugsy, and to Red Alert Bugsy에게 한마디, 그리고 Red Alert에게도 Sway and Tech, and Funkmaster Flex to make your head jerk Sway and Tech, Funkmaster Flex가 니 머리를 흔들거야 Chicks go beserk when they see us in the spot 여자들은 우리를 보면 아주 환장을 해 K-Ci, JoJo and Primo, creepin to the top K-Ci, Jojo와 Primo가 정상으로 올라가 And to the sweethearts out there breaking hearts 그리고 남을 울리고 있는 예쁜 아가씨들 While we're takin part of this hip-hop art 우리가 힙합 예술의 한 부분을 장식하고 있을 때 Listen yo, the best way, it ain't always the fast way 잘 들어봐, 가장 좋은 방법이, 꼭 빠른 방법이란 법은 없지 And yes the best way, it ain't always to act nasty 그래 최고의 방법은, 꼭 점잖게 행동하는 것만도 아니야 I'll open up the door always before you pass me 니가 나를 지나기 전에 언제나 문을 열어둘게 Baby Doll, because you're royalty 귀여운 그대, 너는 고귀한 자 Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo ""GangStarr has to gots to be the sure shot"" --> Greg Nice ""Gang Starr는 확실한 한 방일 수 밖에 없지"" ""and it's like dat"" (Primo scratching) ""다 그런거야"" (repeat 4X) [K-Ci and JoJo freestyle singing] |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[K-Ci and JoJo] Ohhh yeah
[Guru] One of the meanest and the cleanest 난 가장 비열하고도 깨끗한 사람 중 하나 And still I'm kind of feindish when I'm at this 그러면서도 이런 일을 할 때는 악당의 면이 있지 Been doin this for eons, peons best to catch this 아주 오랜 시간 동안 이런 짓을 했어, 미숙한 놈들아 잘 봐 vision of excellence, precise rappin ability 완벽함의 모습과 정확한 래핑 실력을 말야 Bout to make some dead presidents, macking a million G '죽은 대통령'을 만들어내고, 백만 달러를 확보한 갱스터 *dead presidents - 별건 아니고, 지폐 위에 그려진 그림이 다 과거의 대통령이니까 이런 비유를 쓴 겁니다. The money though, it's got people actin funny yo 그래도 돈은, 사람들을 우습게 행동하게 만들어 As soon as some niggaz get some light, they be like dummies yo 어떤 이가 빛을 가지게 되는 순간, 아주 인형처럼 굴게 되지 Products and puppets and pawns, gettin played out 생산물과 인형과 졸개들, 모두다 놀아나 When authentic niggaz step up, respect be layed out 믿을만한 이가 이리로 올라오면, 존중심이 나오게 되지 Major effect to your sector, I'm the corrector 너의 구역엔 확실한 영향을 줘, 난 틀린 것을 정정해 Live and direct, waving my mic like a sceptor 라이브이면서도 직접적으로, 내 마이크를 홀(笏)처럼 휘두르지 *sceptor - 왕이 들고 다니는 막대기. 사전에 홀이라고 나와서 그대로 썼습니다. 뭔가 쉬운 단어가 있을 것 같으면서도-- Supreme exalted, universal leader 최고의 자리로 올라와, 전우주의 리더 Descendent of the kings and queens, the overseer 왕과 왕비의 자손, 이들의 감독 The overlord, cream of the crop, creme de la creme 군주, 모든 것의 진짜 알맹이, 크림과 같지 Spent years buildin with cats in the streets, so they my men 거리에서 친구들과 몇 년을 보냈어, 이젠 다 내 친구지 Again, GangStarr has done it 다시, Gang Starr가 해낸 거야 Remember too much jewels back in the days? You'd have to run it 너무 많은 보석을 가지고 다니던 때 기억해? 네가 가져야 할지도 Check it, the ground be hot under our feet 체크, 발 아래 이 지대는 뜨거워 So we be listening to beats to keep the cypher complete 그래서 우리는 비트를 들으면서 암호문을 완성시키려 해 Wether you kids be holdin, on the block all day 네 아이가 하루종일 거리에 있든지 Or you be puffing lye, out in the back hallway 저기 뒤 로비에서, 마약을 하든지 Or whether you being schooled, or in the library 학교에 있든지, 아니면 도서관에 있든지 Wherever you are Baby Pah, realize that your essence 니가 Baby Pah이든지, 너의 본질을 깨달아야 해 is divine son, and let it shine son 이건 중요해, 빛을 내는 거야 얘야 As we refine son, aiyyo, this shit'll blow your mind son 우리가 이 모든 것을 정화시키면, 너의 마음을 날릴 거야 We're royalty 우린 고귀한 자 Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo Wherever I go I want to take nothin less than the best 내가 가는 곳이 어디든, 최고가 아니면 되지 않아 Whatever I choose, I choose to do 뭘 선택하든, 난 행동으로 옮겨 I have to stand out from all the rest 나머지 이들보다는 앞서야하니까 Whatever I do, wherever I go 무얼 하든지, 어딜 가든지 I want to take nothin less than the best 최고가 아니면 난 바라지 않아 Whatever I choose, I choose to do 무얼 선택하든, 난 행동으로 옮겨 I just wanna stand out from all the rest 나머지 이들보다 앞서고 싶을 뿐이야 [Guru] And all the girls they want to spoil me 그리고 날 망치려 하는 모든 여자들 My honey annoits me with oils G 나의 꿀은 윤기를 내며 흘러 After work she greets me, and treats me like royalty 일이 끝나고 그녀는 날 반기고, 귀족처럼 날 대접하지 Works with me, giving herself, by my side 나와 함께 일하고, 내 옆에 그녀를 맡겨 She don't sweat me for loot, my fame, or my ride 내 돈, 유명함이나 내 차 때문에 땀을 흘리거나 하진 않아 A lot of ladies out there, be lookin lovely 많은 여자들이 바깥에서, 예쁜 얼굴을 하고 잇어 But they don't got no control of the their life, inside they're ugly 하지만 그들의 삶을 제어못하지, 속으로는 못 생긴 거야 Word to Bugsy, and to Red Alert Bugsy에게 한마디, 그리고 Red Alert에게도 Sway and Tech, and Funkmaster Flex to make your head jerk Sway and Tech, Funkmaster Flex가 니 머리를 흔들거야 Chicks go beserk when they see us in the spot 여자들은 우리를 보면 아주 환장을 해 K-Ci, JoJo and Primo, creepin to the top K-Ci, Jojo와 Primo가 정상으로 올라가 And to the sweethearts out there breaking hearts 그리고 남을 울리고 있는 예쁜 아가씨들 While we're takin part of this hip-hop art 우리가 힙합 예술의 한 부분을 장식하고 있을 때 Listen yo, the best way, it ain't always the fast way 잘 들어봐, 가장 좋은 방법이, 꼭 빠른 방법이란 법은 없지 And yes the best way, it ain't always to act nasty 그래 최고의 방법은, 꼭 점잖게 행동하는 것만도 아니야 I'll open up the door always before you pass me 니가 나를 지나기 전에 언제나 문을 열어둘게 Baby Doll, because you're royalty 귀여운 그대, 너는 고귀한 자 Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo ""GangStarr has to gots to be the sure shot"" --> Greg Nice ""Gang Starr는 확실한 한 방일 수 밖에 없지"" ""and it's like dat"" (Primo scratching) ""다 그런거야"" (repeat 4X) [K-Ci and JoJo freestyle singing] |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
So wassup? You know we can't be havin that
Son there's rules you're supposed to go by, and this is my habitat You say you're R-E-P-R-E, S-E-N-T-I-N-G You're fronting boy, come against me You're crazy soft while I come off with credibility You're living in a fantasy world kid, you're killing me I start to work out, you start to merk out My shit be crazy raw, and out here, I got more clout I'm right in your streets, like I'm Urban Outreach I don't mean to preach but I'll impeach your phony form of speech Rhyme perfection, injecting like the surgeon While you be in the club posing, trickin always splurgin Whatever you got, I'm gettin more See you're insecure, and you can catch my verbal four-four Now you're facing me, I'm your ultimate challenger It's the Avenger, your fate is on my calender Notice the spirit I posess is more than holy I'm Gifted, Unlimited, ahh fuck the rest you know niggaz know me My lines illuminate your whole spectrum Crush your dome section, punks I wreck em, mics I bless em I don't know why, MC's would want to test the man so fly Master of self gaining wealth Cause I'm a mastermind, I stack my rhymes Just for the rainy day, and you can pour out your forty for all the rappers I slay, I bring the bounty back I got more game than the Mack, when I procees to feed the masses I come right and exact, and all those null and voids They shall be destroyed, so don't be stickin our your hand Cause you ain't my fuckin homeboy I celebrate after each duck I eliminate This rap game they desecrate, I'm back to set it straight I'm self-made and self-taught You're style you bought, plus I got the fundamentals handed d |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
So wassup? You know we can't be havin that
Son there's rules you're supposed to go by, and this is my habitat You say you're R-E-P-R-E, S-E-N-T-I-N-G You're fronting boy, come against me You're crazy soft while I come off with credibility You're living in a fantasy world kid, you're killing me I start to work out, you start to merk out My shit be crazy raw, and out here, I got more clout I'm right in your streets, like I'm Urban Outreach I don't mean to preach but I'll impeach your phony form of speech Rhyme perfection, injecting like the surgeon While you be in the club posing, trickin always splurgin Whatever you got, I'm gettin more See you're insecure, and you can catch my verbal four-four Now you're facing me, I'm your ultimate challenger It's the Avenger, your fate is on my calender Notice the spirit I posess is more than holy I'm Gifted, Unlimited, ahh fuck the rest you know niggaz know me My lines illuminate your whole spectrum Crush your dome section, punks I wreck em, mics I bless em I don't know why, MC's would want to test the man so fly Master of self gaining wealth Cause I'm a mastermind, I stack my rhymes Just for the rainy day, and you can pour out your forty for all the rappers I slay, I bring the bounty back I got more game than the Mack, when I procees to feed the masses I come right and exact, and all those null and voids They shall be destroyed, so don't be stickin our your hand Cause you ain't my fuckin homeboy I celebrate after each duck I eliminate This rap game they desecrate, I'm back to set it straight I'm self-made and self-taught You're style you bought, plus I got the fundamentals handed d |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
5 carloads deep, time to go do a show
Got a massive crew and we're ready to roll So I grab my gear hop in the whip and ride Premier he's got the fly dope system inside But my shit cranks too and we've got mad tapes of all the underground groups with the lyrics and bass Off into the New York night we go Dre large got the camera biggest, Gord's got three rolls of film So we can take the macked out photos Tommy Hill, The Damaja and my man Gunsmoke Corey and Smurf and Lil Dap's got a forty My man Gary and Shiz and the nutcracker Shorty Mike Rhone, chillin' like Capone Robinhood, Known as Mel with the clientelle Mo, JT, Mega, can't forget black they're rockin' sincere, yes the posse's fat Out loud pulls up plus there's Sid and OC Big Mel from strong island H.L. the one and only O. Delicious, Ely, Bazz and Eon and the aroma of the blunts has me thinking beyond And to the rest of the crew you know the bond is strong and you know who's who, so let me not prolong For this was a night to remember I had on the beige Tims with the two tone leather So we get to the jam, the gig, the venue then we circled around and then drove in through the front the place was packed the line was long I was bobbing my head cuz the music was on I turned it down then I peeped to my right I saw this kid and his girl having a fight Another kid walked up and mushed the kid in his face and then the kid pulled out and bust and laid him to waist A riot broke out girls screaming and scheming crews started buck wiling tryna' snatch kids jewels After that 50 came and turned the party out and then the ambulance came to take the body out And we didn't even get all the equipment out and we didn't even get to turn the place out This can happen often and it's really fucked up So I'll ask you to your face homeboy what's up Did you come to see my show or the stupid nigger playoffs Killing you and killing me it's the soliloquy of chaos And if you live in the cities where streets reek warfare people getting nowhere bot you go for yours there You'll find it doesn't pay to front or play the role You could get stole or maybe beat with a pole Then you'll wanna retaliate, regroup and come back so you set the brothers up for a sneak attack Whether you die or kill them, it's another brother dead but I know you'll never get that through your head Cuz we're mislead and misfed facts, we're way off killing you and killing me, it's the soliloquy of chaos |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
5 carloads deep, time to go do a show
Got a massive crew and we're ready to roll So I grab my gear hop in the whip and ride Premier he's got the fly dope system inside But my shit cranks too and we've got mad tapes of all the underground groups with the lyrics and bass Off into the New York night we go Dre large got the camera biggest, Gord's got three rolls of film So we can take the macked out photos Tommy Hill, The Damaja and my man Gunsmoke Corey and Smurf and Lil Dap's got a forty My man Gary and Shiz and the nutcracker Shorty Mike Rhone, chillin' like Capone Robinhood, Known as Mel with the clientelle Mo, JT, Mega, can't forget black they're rockin' sincere, yes the posse's fat Out loud pulls up plus there's Sid and OC Big Mel from strong island H.L. the one and only O. Delicious, Ely, Bazz and Eon and the aroma of the blunts has me thinking beyond And to the rest of the crew you know the bond is strong and you know who's who, so let me not prolong For this was a night to remember I had on the beige Tims with the two tone leather So we get to the jam, the gig, the venue then we circled around and then drove in through the front the place was packed the line was long I was bobbing my head cuz the music was on I turned it down then I peeped to my right I saw this kid and his girl having a fight Another kid walked up and mushed the kid in his face and then the kid pulled out and bust and laid him to waist A riot broke out girls screaming and scheming crews started buck wiling tryna' snatch kids jewels After that 50 came and turned the party out and then the ambulance came to take the body out And we didn't even get all the equipment out and we didn't even get to turn the place out This can happen often and it's really fucked up So I'll ask you to your face homeboy what's up Did you come to see my show or the stupid nigger playoffs Killing you and killing me it's the soliloquy of chaos And if you live in the cities where streets reek warfare people getting nowhere bot you go for yours there You'll find it doesn't pay to front or play the role You could get stole or maybe beat with a pole Then you'll wanna retaliate, regroup and come back so you set the brothers up for a sneak attack Whether you die or kill them, it's another brother dead but I know you'll never get that through your head Cuz we're mislead and misfed facts, we're way off killing you and killing me, it's the soliloquy of chaos |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Last year record companies were chumpin me But now like chicks they all be up on me and me so horny, I hit em like a groupie Snatch off my hat wash my dick and keep it movin Showing and proving on a day to day basis I rip New York and a million different places State to state country to country My skills are legend in the style of poetry I've paid my dues to this game word to mother Peace New York hops it gets no rougher Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since eighty-five Before the fake motherfuckers started perpetrating live, I've achieved mad props though niggaz roll around in jeeps I ride the A-Train and get mad beeps So when we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks Chicks comes in flocks when D.R.S. rocks glocks And I mean it it's all done with the mind I neutralize suckers because I'm alkaline I could go on for days speaking bout my clout So Lil Dap snatch the mic and show the motherfucker out Verse Two: Lil Dap Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street Flavors do get deep when you're walking the east A unit down from the underground made the brothers unite I'm slappin pounds and pounds with real niggaz aight Ain't nothing changed but the weather, rain storms or whatever You poured a forty on the ground for the brothers who ain't around Break it down with the flow as I walk through the ghetto A nigga said he couldn't do it til the shit hits the fan Last year I was The Man ripping up every jam So what's your hobby nothing serious when things get rough I'm stepping rugged and tough, and bitches won't get enough A Lil Dap what's that? Fuck around you get slapped Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized Make the chicks say 'aow' and the brothers say 'ho' You can't tell a motherfucker what to do with his life Niggaz tend to live trife, so I react with the mic It's the end of the time so I got to gets mine Aiyyo 'ru, what's your function meet me at Broadway junction Before I start to get in it, better yet i just kick it Aiyyo son, if you're ready Guru starts to flip it Verse Three: Guru Earl, with my three-eight-five shot I bust a bumba claat He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop I got the clout, all you pussy rappers be out From the ghetto I let go, shit to make you petrol Watching fly niggaz show you how to rhyme asshole You know the motherfucking situation So get down get down with the Gangstarr Foundation Now I'ma touch on reality, chumps can't fuck with me and all the honies be loving me My style be kicking crazy butt Wannabes on their knees licking crazy butt Your girl pays me but ain't no need to try and stop her I'm Big Poppa fuck your girl and I'll drop her cause she be working on my nerves and yo I got more gang than the bitch got curves I'm like gambino, the slick head honcho Ill kid ready to wreck mics pronto and I know, I break your back with my rap like smack because I'm all that And so the next time when you're wishing for my downfall I'm a come back to drown y'all With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath And stay the fuck out my path... |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Last year record companies were chumpin me But now like chicks they all be up on me and me so horny, I hit em like a groupie Snatch off my hat wash my dick and keep it movin Showing and proving on a day to day basis I rip New York and a million different places State to state country to country My skills are legend in the style of poetry I've paid my dues to this game word to mother Peace New York hops it gets no rougher Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since eighty-five Before the fake motherfuckers started perpetrating live, I've achieved mad props though niggaz roll around in jeeps I ride the A-Train and get mad beeps So when we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks Chicks comes in flocks when D.R.S. rocks glocks And I mean it it's all done with the mind I neutralize suckers because I'm alkaline I could go on for days speaking bout my clout So Lil Dap snatch the mic and show the motherfucker out Verse Two: Lil Dap Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street Flavors do get deep when you're walking the east A unit down from the underground made the brothers unite I'm slappin pounds and pounds with real niggaz aight Ain't nothing changed but the weather, rain storms or whatever You poured a forty on the ground for the brothers who ain't around Break it down with the flow as I walk through the ghetto A nigga said he couldn't do it til the shit hits the fan Last year I was The Man ripping up every jam So what's your hobby nothing serious when things get rough I'm stepping rugged and tough, and bitches won't get enough A Lil Dap what's that? Fuck around you get slapped Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized Make the chicks say 'aow' and the brothers say 'ho' You can't tell a motherfucker what to do with his life Niggaz tend to live trife, so I react with the mic It's the end of the time so I got to gets mine Aiyyo 'ru, what's your function meet me at Broadway junction Before I start to get in it, better yet i just kick it Aiyyo son, if you're ready Guru starts to flip it Verse Three: Guru Earl, with my three-eight-five shot I bust a bumba claat He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop I got the clout, all you pussy rappers be out From the ghetto I let go, shit to make you petrol Watching fly niggaz show you how to rhyme asshole You know the motherfucking situation So get down get down with the Gangstarr Foundation Now I'ma touch on reality, chumps can't fuck with me and all the honies be loving me My style be kicking crazy butt Wannabes on their knees licking crazy butt Your girl pays me but ain't no need to try and stop her I'm Big Poppa fuck your girl and I'll drop her cause she be working on my nerves and yo I got more gang than the bitch got curves I'm like gambino, the slick head honcho Ill kid ready to wreck mics pronto and I know, I break your back with my rap like smack because I'm all that And so the next time when you're wishing for my downfall I'm a come back to drown y'all With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath And stay the fuck out my path... |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[Guru]
Once you step in the arena, cheater; you’re gonna be a- mazed when you gaze at the armor on this leader Fully clad and glad to find a cause, I won’t pause Fear is a joke, slowpoke, I’m like claws that’ll rip ’cause your gift, is merely flesh Superficial and I wish you, would give it a rest But if you don’t, I’ll unsheath my Excalibur Like a noble knight, so meet ya challenger A true hero, while you’re a through zero Gettin beat to a pulp so that you can’t run for help I heard a gulp in your throat, cause you hope that I’ll be merciful but coo-cluck, I made you strut as I rehearse a few battle drills, and watch your bladder spill yellow fluid, check out how I mellowed into it Face to feet to defeat, you can tell I’m into it As I’m pullin out my lance, to kill you and advance to the winner’s throne; cause I own you once you step in the arena {DJ Premier cuts the phrase ″Step up...″ over and over} [Guru] In the arena... or rather colliseum There’s people gatherin by multitudes to see one perpretrator fall to the dust after the other Quickly disposed of at the hand of a known brother Born wit the art in his heart that is Spartacus And one-to-one combat Jack, just a thought of this match-up, makes GangStarr wanna snatch up one or two phrases from the new book with new pages of rhymes that are built like a chariot Dope vocals carry it, to the battle set If a beat was a princess, I would marry it But now I must bow to the crowd as I stand proud Victorius, glorious, understand now cause battles and wars and much fights I have been through One MC got beheaded, and you can too Forget it, cause you’d rather be just a spectator An onlooker, afraid you may get slayed or struck by a blow, from a mic gladiator I betcha that later you might be sad that you played yourself cause you stepped up, chest puffed out And in just one lyric, you got snuffed out Cause rhymin is serious, I’m strong, I’m like Hercules You’ll get hurt with these lines, close the curtains please and suckers can jet cause I wreck once you step in the arena {DJ Premier cuts the phrase ″Step inside my... arena″ over and over} [Guru] In the arena or forum, weak MC’s I will floor ’em Causin mayhem, I’ll slay them, and the blood’ll be pourin Furthermore I implore, that as a soldier of war I go in only to win and be the holder of more trophies, titles, and triumphs cause I dump all the sly chumps Never choosin to lose my spot, not once For the mere idea of an opponent that I fear is foolish utterly, I mean but none’ll be tryin to toy wit a destroyer of many You shitted your pants cause you can’t figure any foe that can step to this concept so tou better sit again citizen, weak MC’s I get rid of them Watch the way they get distraught when they get caught in the worst positions, cause they didn’t listen and tried goin up against a hungry killer who’s itchin to mame and murder, those who claimed that they were the toughest ones, they get done once they step in the arena |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
I never thought that you would crab me Undermine me, and backstab me But I can see clearly now the rain is gone The pain is gone but what you did was still wrong There was a few times I needed your support But you tried to play me like an indoor sport like racquetball, tennis, fool, whatever All I know is you attempted to be clever Nevertheless, cleverness can't impress Cause now you've been expose like a person undressed cause I see through you, I'm the Guru Now what you gonna do when I step to you and when I pay you back I'll be hurting you This ain't no threat so take it personal Rap is an art you can't own no loops It's how you hook em up and the rhyme style troop So don't even think you could say someone bit off your weak beat come on you need to quit I flip lines and kick rhymes that never sound like yours There oughtta be laws against you yapping your jaws Originality overflows from in me and the truth is, that you wish you could live the life I live and kick the lyrics I kick But bear in mind that you can't think as quick So Premier drops a beat, for me to say verses to And if I sound doper then take it personal Don't be mad cause I don't come around the way like I used to, I don't have time these days I'm keeping busy making power moves Don't try to say I don't remember you You shouldn't let your jealousy show like that I stopped coming by, cause of the way you act Telling my business to kids I don't even know You're like a daytime talk show, and that's low So you can tell everyone, that I'm jerking you And if you don't like it, take it personal |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
I never thought that you would crab me Undermine me, and backstab me But I can see clearly now the rain is gone The pain is gone but what you did was still wrong There was a few times I needed your support But you tried to play me like an indoor sport like racquetball, tennis, fool, whatever All I know is you attempted to be clever Nevertheless, cleverness can't impress Cause now you've been expose like a person undressed cause I see through you, I'm the Guru Now what you gonna do when I step to you and when I pay you back I'll be hurting you This ain't no threat so take it personal Rap is an art you can't own no loops It's how you hook em up and the rhyme style troop So don't even think you could say someone bit off your weak beat come on you need to quit I flip lines and kick rhymes that never sound like yours There oughtta be laws against you yapping your jaws Originality overflows from in me and the truth is, that you wish you could live the life I live and kick the lyrics I kick But bear in mind that you can't think as quick So Premier drops a beat, for me to say verses to And if I sound doper then take it personal Don't be mad cause I don't come around the way like I used to, I don't have time these days I'm keeping busy making power moves Don't try to say I don't remember you You shouldn't let your jealousy show like that I stopped coming by, cause of the way you act Telling my business to kids I don't even know You're like a daytime talk show, and that's low So you can tell everyone, that I'm jerking you And if you don't like it, take it personal |
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