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[DJ Premier: Big L, Rest In Peace] |
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[Intro: samples] |
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"Feel the realness" |
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"In this business of rep" |
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"Go ahead" |
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[Guru] |
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Fresh out the gate again, time to raise the stakes again |
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Fatten my plate again, y'all cats know we always play to win |
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G-A-N-G, to the Starr's, son |
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Haters, took this shit too far, son |
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So thats all for you, I'm whiping out your whole team |
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I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes |
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The badder you seem, the more lies you tell |
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The more lies you sell, then by surprise you fell |
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Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches |
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Stupid, you know the God must bless every single mic he touches |
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I've suffered, just so I could return harder |
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Wanna be the shit starter? Fuck around, make you a martyr |
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I make ya famous, turn around and make ya nameless |
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Cause you never understood to me how vital this rap game is |
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Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one |
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Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one |
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[Chorus: Gang Starr samples, except where noted] |
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"Full clip" |
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"Do you wanna mess with this?" |
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"Gang Starr" |
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"I'm one of the best yet" |
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"I'm nice like that" |
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"It's all good" |
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"In this business of re" |
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[repeat, change last line to: so I suggest you take a rest] |
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[Guru] |
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So if you stand in my way, I'm gonna have to spray |
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Learn that "if you come against me son your gonna have to pray" |
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Since back in the day I held The Weight and kept my head up |
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The wanna see the God catch an L Itz all a Set Up |
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I give no man or thing power over me |
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Why these niggaz so jealous and lookin sour, over me? |
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I'm bolder, G, I'm like impossible to stop |
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I'm like that nigga in the ring with you, impossible to drop |
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I'm like two magazine fully loaded to your one |
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Plus I ain't gonna quit spittin, nigga, till your done |
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Plus, more than over, I got my whole shit together |
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More than a decade of hits, that'll live forever |
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Catchin rep off my name? Your bound to fry |
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Know how many niggaz that I know, is done to die |
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We never fail, and we ain't never been frail |
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You niggaz talk crime, but you scared of jail |
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[Chorus] |
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[Guru] |
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Attackin like a slick Apache lyrics are trigger happy |
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Pullin back your wig piece just for the way your lookin at me |
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Talk back, blaow! I hit you up right now |
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I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow |
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Face the consequence, of your childish nonsense |
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Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya |
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I never liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite ya |
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The flame thrower, make your peops afraid to know ya |
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How many times I told ya, "play your position" small soldier |
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My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence |
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Stop beatin me in the head son, nah, I'm not buyin it |
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I'm ready to blast, ready to surpass and harass |
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I'm ready to flip, yeah I'm ready to get with all that cash |
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I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip |
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So watch your dome already cause this one might hit |
