Gang Starr

Gang Starr - Full Clip lyrics

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Intro: samples
   Feel the realness
   In this business of rep
   Go ahead

 [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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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Virgin Records America Inc.

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Released in: 2003

Language: English

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