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[Verse One: Guru]

Stupid, you know it's time to sit and think, before we hit the brink

Lockerroom, at a prize fight, before he hit the ring

Like when I tell these corporate leeches they can't get a thing

Or when I tell relentless rappers they had better sing

The position that anyone holds could be up to grabs

I'm waitin up the ave to see if anyone folds

Since I was twenty-one years old and legal

I knew the difference between gimmicky gangsters and powerful people

I'm the reason, why the game is flipped

I'm the reason, why your aim is missed

I'm the reason why you're mad I only sprained my wrist

The reason my mindframe is trained in this

You like gunfire? Better acquire the taste

Cuz youf walk aroun' with full pounds by dem waist

Deface property, they be laced properly

Rules are rules, fools are fools, I react logically

Ain't no way, so come, make my day

Like Tom Hanks I earn long bank and +Cast+ you +Away+



[Premier scratching]

"This mic in my hand, I'm rulin!"

"I repeat, this is not a question"



[Chorus: Guru] + (Krumbsnatcha)

Oh you brag about the ki's you flipped and who you done up

Nigga whattup? (Put up or shut up!)

Poppin shit about the chicks and the whips you got

You think you hot? (Uh-uh, man - you put up or shut up!)

Always talkin bout your dough and your wealth and fame

Youse a lame (Get out of here - put up or shut up!)

You got hot beats and kids that can spit mad fire?

Youse a liar! (That's whack - put up or shut up!)



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[Verse Two: Guru]

Aiyyo I've seen the toughest of tough guys, the roughest of guys

Get reduced of their juice against the wall like small fries

All rise, it's time to do the damn thing

I'm all wise, my mind exercise like handsprings

Crazy degrees of difficulties

Remain mackin chicks, O.G. shit, the ten prixs(?)

Please, you know my peoples want a lot, the corner's hot

We gettin love on y'all block

And that's gangsta, but a lot of shit ain't

Believe me it ain't easy like you sleazy niggaz think

Uneasy niggaz blink, when I step to the stage

And don't flinch, don't move a inch, I'm bout to empty the gauge

I've witnessed the bad shit, sickness and sadness

Always dreamed about what I would do, if I had shit

Drop jewels infinite for the blind deaf and dumb

Down with M.O.P. and Bumpy plus I just left Krumb



[Verse Three: Krumbsnatcha]

But I'm back.. ha, fresh out of the max

And I'm gettin at you cats

Aiyyo popped out the beast, met The Ownerz with the lease

Soldifyin contracts over dope beats

Learned a whole lot up in these streets

Like when to talk, when to spark, and when not to speak

I do the one before a gun come out

Plus y'all don't really wanna see Krumb dumb out

A ghetto doctrine to watch every pistol pop

And then while you watchin examine all options

Young bodies in the coffin more often

It stay the same from Brooklyn to Boston

Every interstate, more youth with the inner hate

Deep in the struggle, puttin food on they dinner plate

Hungry W.O.L.V.E.S. that roll thick in packs

And pray on you cats with the gangstafied raps

Extortion, only gettin left with abortion

Pullin out tools on them fools who be flossin



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