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Artist:Gang Starr
Taken from the album Full Clip: A Decade of Gang Starr by Gang Starr
Album:Full Clip: A Decade of Gang Starr
Track:Full Clip
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Lyrics:DJ Premier: Big L Rest In Peace

Intro: samples
Feel the realness

In this business of rep
Go ahead

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--*

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?
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


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

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