Gang Starr

Gang Starr - Same Team, No Games lyrics

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[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 
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