Gang Starr

Gang Starr - No Shame In My Game lyrics

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I'm dead up serious so don't be getting too curious
 Motherfuckers always wanna know what makes me tick
 I'll pull a phrase out quick cuz I'm dipped and I'm slick
 You thought that I would slip cuz you seen me drinking forty's
 it shocked you then you told your friends you saw me
 Well say what you want cuz all of mine is in tact
 in fact I'll have you open like a hookers gap
 I like to catch a buzz cuz I get into the beats more
 MC's are washed up like dead fish on the seashore
 Save the talk cuz you know I walk that walk
 hitting city to city but I make my home in New York
 I know the time with this rap shit cuz they got it all backwards
 they need to take a hint or catch my microphone imprint
 Straight to the dome through the skull to the tissue
 Call me Guru I'll diss you if you're pressing the issue
 Not my style to be sweatin' all the stupid ass rumors
 I take it as a compliment and fuck you too
 If you're scheming on the chance to put a stain on my name
 Don't even think about it cuz ain't no shame in my game
 No shame in my game
 Stick to the subject I ain't afraid to be real
 a lot of MC's fake hard just to gain appeal
 I like some gangster rap, don't like the prankster crap
 so I get passed all that by kicking straight up facts
 There ain't no reason to shoot unless you got beef
 if you pull out and you don't use it than you may catch grief
 Toolies and techs ain't toys but kids got 'em today
 and if they're ready to spray best get the fuck out the way
 I try keeping my sanity by thinking of better times
 if I write clever rhymes then maybe I'll climb
 But what the hell's success if the mess ain't changing
 50's still corrupt stupid gangs still bangin'
 Stick up kids still stickin' nasty hookers still trickin'
 all the pimps still pimpin' and all the crackheads trippin'
 While the dealers still sellin' so I'll refrain from the yellin'
 And the preachin' cuz who the fuck would I reach man
 Niggaz don't wanna stop that, they wanna live fat
 who'd wanna clean up their act when the papes come in stacks
 They live for the minute and they're all wrapped up in it
 it's an unfortunate state for many it's too late
 Now death stalks the streets and it's right at your gate
 so bug, lose your mind but I ain't goin' insane
 I'll kick the fly lyrics cuz ain't no shame in my game
 No shame in my game
 Life's a bitch so who are we to judge each other
 I know I got faults I ain't the only motherfucker
 Stuff I heard about you wasn't too cool you know
 like how you smoke wools and that your girl's a ho
 But I don't listen to shit unless the story's legit
 Knuckleheads need to quit cuz they be riding the dilsnick
 But I'll be taking care of business regardless
 and when it comes to rhyming you know I'm hitting hardest
 So you can kick dirt but in the end you'll feel pain
 you little sucker, there ain't no shame in my game
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Author: Chris Martin, Keith Elam

Composer: ?

Publisher: Chrysalis Records, Inc.

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Released in: 1992

Language: English

Appearing on: Daily Operation (1992)

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