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[Guru]
 From jump street I thump beats  that's bangin in the streets
 See now my cypher's complete
 I got each of my brothers on my side  right and left
 Who's next to flex  I get more thrills than sex
 Microphone is like a loaded mac
 Who's that there that's tryin to hold us back?
 I don't think so  we attack the premises
 I'm like your nemesis  devils better remember this
 Yo  the G-U-R-U, of the Gang, can always hang
 I'll string you out, with the dope that I sling
 And you can't touch it, when I'm goin off
 And crazy shouts, to my niggaz up North
 Although you're locked down, you're still on my mind
 So rewind selector, rewind rewind
 I'm kickin shit off my dome
 I puff the chalice with dread feel the steel the real the chrome

 Me and my fam take this rap shit serious
 New York to L.A., and you niggaz best to fear this
 (repeat 2X)

 [Lil' Dap]
 Aiyyo spark up the mic, little shorty on some wild shit
 I'll pull your file, walk down the streets without a smile
 Kid shit is gettin hectic, I'm packin a mac-10
 Niggaz wanna check it, I'm thirsty for action
 Ninety-five shit is real gotta pack my steel
 Just in case a nigga try to kill me, chill
 I ain't goin out like that
 I bust enough caps in backs, and other niggaz they be fakin jacks
 Best what, to back up, before you get smacked up
 You act up, reload the clip, now back up
 Straight up, don't let me break fool because you lose...

 Me and my fam, take this rap shit serious
 New York to L.A., and you niggaz best to fear this
 (repeat 4X)

 [Big Shug]
 I sit back, and watch MC's take freefalls
 Bounce em off walls, like Superball
 Stand tall, and terrorize MC's
 All the ones who wanna be like me
 You can't get with the exquisite shit I kiddick
 You get caught up, like Ted Kennedy, in Chappaquidick
 You can't roll with my flavor or style
 I outlast MC's by miles, and I got
 the hot, style that pops
 I'm givin hardrocks body shots when I rock
 You can't even test me, no matter how hard you try
 Fuck Around Lay Around punk, do or die
 I'm back again, the roughneck nigga from Boston
 When I swing, I got mad drama that I bring
 The crews, all back me up
 And we come to rip cause our shit's too rough, yeah!

 Me and my fam, take this rap shit serious
 New York to L.A., and you niggaz best to fear this
 (repeat 4X)

 [Big Shug] Uhh
 [Lil' Dap] Yeah, baby pah like this
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Payday

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Released in: 1995

Language: English

Appearing on: Livin' Proof (1995)

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