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1. _ My Advice 2 You
Yo yo Gu-rizzi, yo Yo whassup son? Yo man, youknowhatI'mean? I need this money man Get up out in these, in these streets man Yo, so what's the deal God? I'm sayin, what you need though? Yo let me have like, two or three, three G's man I'm sayin, I'm sayin son man You know what happened last time though I gotta do what I gotta do man, I gotta eat man Whassup man? Oh your baby momma stressin you? ... Way past the days of the deuce me and you stays a crew Only a few percent knew what me and you went through We've been sent to dominate, these corny come-lates and set this crooked rap shit straight from Crenshaw to Castlegate Like Pete and CL, I reminisce over days from the streets of Boston to New York and all the ways for certain niggaz to blow up, and crime paid But my praise goes to the most high Cause some nights I got so wild yo, I almost died Some stuff I got into, really scarred my mental Pops wasn't tryin to hear it, cause of what he been through Still, like my nigga Havoc said, sometimes you gotta hit your crew off, so they can make some bread Cause no matter the weather, niggaz be needin cheddar And things in this world are more fucked up than ever So let's make this bond to keep this hip-hop strong You a man Baby Pop you know right from wrong So stay out of trouble, and that goes for me too That's what we need to do, that's my advice to you... You remember what happened last time, when you got knocked Doin your thing, sewin shit up on the block You need to stop, fore you get caught again or you get shot and I lose another friend "Any man with the plan is precise with his life" "Think twice" My advice to you, cut down on champagne and booze For a nigga like me, most time that shit's bad news It's like lightin a fuse whether it's sneakers or shoes cause somebody always wanna step up to start a feud It's like Set-tin It Off but not the movie Plus let's get some real women forget floozies and the groupies Cause they spell mad problems from Watts to Harlem And the bullshit won't stop long as the world's revolvin And I recall when niggaz knew my pops had clout But they didn't know my sorry ass was gettin kicked out And they was seein if I wanted to come bubble with them And make my ends triple and double with them And get in trouble with them, now memories of them I wear em in my heart like a emblem I doubt we'd ever be bigtime sellin dope coke or dust It's killin us, let's take our people and make a exodus Annhilation, inhilation through the lungs or extermination, by the use of dirty guns Triple beam dreams and drug schemes of mad cream could be a sad scene when you go to that extreme "Any man with the plan is precise with his life" "Think twice" "My advice is to you..." more free lyrics |
2. _ Next Time
Intro: Guru Word is bond, these cats been on the mic fantasizing a LOT So called MC's, wannabe rappers and all that, whatever You get your knot rocked kid, yo Chorus: Guru You thought you brought your best lines, but they couldn't touch mine I rocked you in your knot hope you have better luck next time (repeat 2X) Verse One: Guru So just perhaps, you wanna challenge my style of rap Talkin bout you bust caps, we know that's just a pile of crap The underground is where I dwell at It's where I find my heaven, and where you find your hell at You're in my clutches now, you get slit up and lit up just like some Dutches now, see I'm hard to define My mind travels far, from ghettoes to galaxies representin GangStarr -- The street life The reason why my mic ignites, I bring more ruckus than a nightclub fight, or bar brawl I'm swingin lyrics like broken glass palm to skull y'all Hold your head, cause all that weak shit is dead See the times are changin, and me and my peeps is gettin crazy fed So remember when you writing your rhymes Stop fantasizing, and bring some real shit next time Yeah, bring some real shit, yo Chorus Verse Two: Guru Yo, I do what I have to do to master you and capture you Until you recognize, what my rapture can do You thought I wouldn't step up, to keep my rep up I ain't them other kids, I don't need to play no catchup I got too much pride for this, I know some niggaz that'll ride for this, with me it's do or die for this Street knowledge, intellect and spirituality My survival package, as I deal with reality I'm like Fishburne in Hoodlum when I come to do em Chew em up, spit em out, the most respected no doubt You seen me in action so act you been knowin The G-U-R-U, of the Gang, I've been flowing just like the river Niger all the way to the Hudson Had so many lyrics stashed, and I couldn't wait to bust some Lately, I've watched this game evolve and elevate So now I push my music like drug dealers push weight Straight like that, straight out the gate Cause it's never too late, to set this fuckin record straight But it is too late, for you and your crew son You had the audacity to come against me, the gifted one? And Primo with the tracks, to inspire my next line You've got no wins here, so better luck next time Chorus (cut short in 2nd repeat at "I rocked you in your knot...") Yeah yeah Better luck next time ("Not this time but next time" -- LL Cool J) more free lyrics |
3. _ Moment of Truth
[some Jamaican gwal] No matta wat we fyace We mus face de moment of trut baybe Chorus: Guru They say it's lonely at the top, in whatever you do You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you Nobody's invincible, no plan is foolproof We all must meet our moment of truth Verse One: Guru The same sheisty cats that you hang with, and do your thang with could set you up and wet you up, nigga peep the language It's universal, you play with fire it may hurt you or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through Let's face facts, although MC's lace tracks it doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace back That goes for all of us, there ain't nobody to trust It's like sabotage, it's got me ready to bust But I can't jeapordize, what I have done up to this point So I'ma get more guys, to help me run the whole joint Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we'll die You know I be the masterof the who what where and why See when you're shinin, some chumps'll wanna dull ya Always selfish jealous punks, will wanna pull ya down, just like some shellfish in a bucket cause they love it, to see your ass squirm like a worm But just as you'll receive what is comin to you Everybody else is gonna get theirs too I ain't no saint, therefore I cannot dispute That everyone must meet their moment of truth Chorus: Guru Actions have reactions, don't be quick to judge You may not know the harships people don't speak of It's best to step back, and observe with couth For we all must meet our moment of truth Verse Two: Guru Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near Don't fear things get severe for everybody everywhere Why do bad things happen, to good people? Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil The situation that I'm facin, is mad amazin to think such problems can arise from minor confrontations Now I'm contemplatin in my bedroom pacin Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin Suicide? Nah, I'm not a foolish guy Don't even feel like drinking, or even gettin high Cause all that's gonna do really, is accelerate the anxieties that I wish I could alleviate But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, before So I oughta be able, to withstand some more But I'm sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo I'm ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine My only crime, was that I'm too damn kind And now some skanless motherfuckers wanna take what's mine But they can't take the respect, that I've earned in my lifetime And you know they'll never stop the furious force of my rhymes So like they say, every dog has it's day And like they say, God works in a mysterious way So I pray, remembering the days of my youth As I prepare to meet my moment of truth ("You should know the truth And the truth shall set you free" --> from _Who's Gonna Take the Weight?_) Verse Three: Guru Yo I got one lyric pointed at your head for start Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines You're gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes Crack the spines of the fake gangsters Yeah the bitin triflin niggaz, and the studio pranksters Yo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain G? Or will you be looked upon strangely? I reign as the articulator, with the greater data Revolvin on the TASCAM much doper than my last jam While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphots I explore more, to expose the core A lot of MC's, act stupid to me And we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity But anyway it's just another day Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display Styles, smooth but rugged -- you can't push or shove it You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it The king of monotone, with my own throne Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight Your image and your business, were truly not done right Throw up your he-Allah-I now, divine saviors You got no hand skills there's no security to save ya No pager, no celly, no drop top Benz-y I came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an ending My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse Cause you must meet your moment of truth First Chorus more free lyrics |
4. _ She Knowz What She Wants
This jam is dedicated to that woman that knows what she wants and just how to get it, word up She knows what she wants (2X) Yo, she knows what she wants She knows what she wants and just how to get it She knows what she wants Yeah, she knows what she wants She knows what she wants She knows what she wants and just how to get it She knows what she wants, she's bold so she flaunts her hourglass jewels to mad clientele Rejected oh well, she ain't goin to no hotel Not the frantic freak type, but if you speak right you get to take her out and dig her out on a weeknight Weekends, she wants to spend your ends Her shopping spree is colossal, attitude semi-hostile Mack diva senorita, no reefer, no pizza, just shrimp and lobsters, champagne and mobsters Suckin up the cream like a vac to a carpet Strictly black market now you're her next target Watch out... cause yo she knows what she wants She knows what she wants (2X) Yo, she knows what she wants She knows what she wants and just how to get it Spotted her in the club, with her crew nearby Her looks are a lullaby, to pass us by, she's too fly Never gunshy, hair is blown dry She craves a wiseguy to help her gain amplify So when you say, "Yo baby," she ain't gotta say hi to ya cause prior to this, he put rocks on her neck and wrist plus a fat joint on her finger You best to have a batch of scratch and treats to bring her And if you happen to luck up and get in You'll find yourself another jealous trick-ass boyfriend And furthermore the mink she's donning is stunning Blinding your senses Dunn, never put the two before the one son... "It's the lesson well learned" "It's going down!" *scratched* "It's the lesson well learned" "It's going down!" She knows what she wants (2X) Yo, she knows what she wants Yeah, she knows what she wants and just how to get it Never fall victim to a chicken you was stickin Even if you think the punanny might be finger-lickin Never fall victim to a wicked woman's ways "Why son?" She's trying to get paid, check it One: She said she wanted to give me a son Two: She said she didn't like my crew Three: She never ever cooked for me Four: She was my cheri amore -- YEAH RIGHT It was all hype, I needed more insight In retrospect, I know I slept from the first night She did a split and that was it Gave up my pimp license, and flipped my whole friggin script But now I'm back like the Isley's moving wisely Sizing up the situation, keeping honies waiting Cause I got more to do, than to be sucked dry This tough guy, will get by, while the chickens wonder why I don't be callin cause it's like Ex to Next kid I know what I want, and just how to get it like her, no disrespect Miss more free lyrics |
5. _ Work
Are you working? What kind of work do you do? Uhh... ("Boy, what is it you want to do when you grow up?) Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake I put in work, and watch my status escalate Now I'ma start collectin props, connectin plots networkin like a conference, cause the nonsense is yet to stop Jakes shake me down, haters wanna take me down Break me down, CLAP all they heard was the sound Yo I scoped it out, I took your weak dream and choked it out Your bitch don't really got no ass, she just poked it out on the deelow, I'm sayin, you versus me though? We can do this shit right here, in front of your people See time is money kid, and BS walks And to me, it's funny kid when you meet heads talk I see Feds stalk, they wanna dig up the dirt Son is it me they hawk, cause I be puttin in work Son? Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake I put in work, and watch my status escalate You cornballs get stonewalled, blackballed I own y'all The veteran, runnin my plan I'm the better man Crazy raw, doin my job like the mob Blazin y'all, and disappearin in the fog or a mist, and chicks can't resist what I kick They be beggin for attention or some more of the dillznick Word up baby, someone may have to get hurt up baby Shit is mad shady, but I got to get the gravy Platinum respect like the force of a tech keep you hittin the deck, feelin heat in your chest Bangin your thoughts with the hot onslaught A kid got shot on the spot for goin where he should not Viciously, I make history, instantly Those other lame ass loser ass niggaz, they can't fuck with me I'm doin my thing now, to lamp later on Paid in the shade, with some fly gators on But now I'm grimy as they get, mud on my pants and shirt I bet you niggaz out here know, I be puttin in work Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake I put in work, and watch my status escalate *DJ Premier cuts and scratches "For the qualified pros"* more free lyrics |
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6. _ The Militia
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7. _ Robbin Hood Theory
Peace Brother Elijah Hey peace Guru, how you doin? I'm maintainin Just been thinkin though man about the situation for today's youth man, the seeds man What's your opinion on that? Mmm that's strange I was thinkin the same thing Somethin I read in the holy Qu'ran how it says "Has thou seen him who belies religion? That is one who is rough, to the orphan." And no matter what we say our religion is whether it's Islam, Christianity Juddaism, Buddha-ism, Old School-ism or New School-ism If we're not schooling the youth WITH wisdom then the sins of the father will visit the children And that's not keepin it real... that's keepin it -- WRONG Chorus: Guru Now that we're gettin somewhere, you know we got to give back For the youth is the future no doubt that's right and exact Squeeze the juice out, of all the suckers power And pour some back out, so as to water the flowers This world is ours, that's why the demons are leary It's our inheritance; this is my Robbin Hood Theory... Robbin Hood Theory Verse One: Guru I seek Sun, deceive none, for each one must teach one At least one must flow and show the structure, of freedom It's me Dunn, cause petty things we don't need 'em Let's focus to create somethin great, for all that sees them They innocent, they know not what they face while politicians save face genius minds lay to waste If I wasn't kickin rhymes I'd be kickin down doors Creatin social change and defendin the poor The God's always been militant, and ready for war We're gonna snatch up the ringleaders send em home in they drawers But first where's the safe at? Let's make em show us and tell em hurry up, give up the loot that they owe us We bringin it back, around the way to our peeps Cause times are way too deep, we know the Code of the Streets Meet your defeat; this is my Robbin Hood Theory... my Robbin Hood Theory Verse Two: Guru I floss my rhymes like dentals, my mental's presidential from the wild ghetto districts to the plush resedential Essential, would be the message that I send you I meant to, elevate at every venue Pops told me to pursue what is true, and nothing other And nowadays I pave the way for troops of my young brothers Necessary by all means, sort of like Malcolm Before it's too late; I create, the best outcome So I take this opportunity, yes to ruin the Devilish forces fuckin up my black community And we ain't doin no more interviews til we get paid out the frame, like motherfuckin Donahue We're taking over radio, and wack media Cause systematically they gettin greedier and greedier Conquering turfs with my ill organization Takin out the man while we scan the information You wanna rhyme you best to wait son You can't even come near, if you ain't got our share You front on us this year, consider yourself blown out of here Yeah... by my Robbin Hood Theory Chorus Verse Three: Guru God is Universal, he is the Ruler Universal For those who can't follow that spells GURU when in my circle I see all sides of my culture... Design my thoughts like a sculpture And chumps they wanna get with me cause I'm another entity I'm sent to be, leadin the army of the century Mention me, and snakes will retreat, eventually... ... due to my Robbin Hood Theory Chorus more free lyrics |
8. _ What I'm Here 4
"Tell the people what you're here for" Intro/Chorus: Guru It's the message in the song that makes you rock on Some people go to places where they don't belong Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight But I'm here to bless this mic, aight? Verse One: Guru I take action the minute that the crowd gets hype I'm type crashin, down like a meteorite I'm Bogart-ing, mics and whole stages Destroying MC's dreams, from words to whole pages Their rapbooks, look more like scrapbooks with their fictional fairytales and frail ass hooks A lot of shit has happened, since I started rappin There's been enough beef, and enough gat clappin There's been mad signs, for this brother to heed and while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds for your mental, spirit and physical temple Bob your head to it, there's the water you've been lead to it Bathe in it, a long time you've been cravin it Prance to it, use your third eye and glance through it Your state of being, becoming advanced through it While others rhyme with no reason I be breezin Their mics I seize them, then I try em for treason I used to always like to hang out Now I lounge in the rest writin bombs while tracks bang out I know you peeped me in the club then but now I'm in your speaker, with the voice that you're lovin Chorus Verse Two: Guru Peace to the young ladies, who wanna bone me much And peace to my nigga Premier, with the golden touch I never fall off point, like DeNiro in Casino Peace to Black Gambinos and all my peoples dig the steelo -- I'm fightin wars you know as in the Jihad, most humble, most merciful That's because I be God, I trog through fogs, puffing logs MC's muttering menial madness, they get mobbed Scarred and barred, and then, banished from my fuckin kingdom You got a fly one bring one, or else I come to fling some exquisite exotic exciting type shit Enough to make the real heads wake up and get hype quick I'm type slick, known as the God Universal Kick rhymes without rehearsal, I cross the burnin sands Now I stand here with virtue, of course I could hurt you simply with my point of view, and I knew that many would come, that's why I've chosen to cut off pathways, and there's no runways or doorways open for the jokers who ain't focused And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying fury Nothing's blurry, fuck it I got no worries Hearts and minds, shine bright light with insight Yeah sense my birthright to set up cyphers with power cause mad shit ain't right, like punks in the spotlight who can't freestyle, sometimes I make my peeps smile by sayin somethin crazy wild like some shit off my dome, that be soundin better than the next man's whole album... more free lyrics |
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9. _ Make 'Em Pay
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10. _ Royalty
"Gangstarr has gots to be the sure shot" --> Greg Nice "and it's like dat" (Primo scratching) "GangStarr" "Represent" [K-Ci and JoJo] Ohhh yeah [Guru] One of the meanest and the cleanest And still I'm kind of feindish when I'm at this Been doin this for eons, peons best to catch this vision of excellence, precise rappin ability Bout to make some dead presidents, macking a million G The money though, it's got people actin funny yo As soon as some niggaz get some light, they be like dummies yo Products and puppets and pawns, gettin played out When authentic niggaz step up, respect be layed out Major effect to your sector, I'm the corrector Live and direct, waving my mic like a sceptor Supreme exalted, universal leader Descendent of the kings and queens, the overseer The overlord, cream of the crop, creme de la creme Spent years buildin with cats in the streets, so they my men Again, GangStarr has done it Remember too much jewels back in the days? You'd have to run it Check it, the ground be hot under our feet So we be listening to beats to keep the cypher complete Wether you kids be holdin, on the block all day Or you be puffing lye, out in the back hallway Or whether you being schooled, or in the library Wherever you are Baby Pah, realize that your essence is divine son, and let it shine son As we refine son, aiyyo, this shit'll blow your mind son We're royalty Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo Wherever I go I want to take nothin less than the best Whatever I choose, I choose to do I have to stand out from all the rest Whatever I do, wherever I go I want to take nothin less than the best Whatever I choose, I choose to do I just wanna stand out from all the rest [Guru] And all the girls they want to spoil me My honey annoits me with oils G After work she greets me, and treats me like royalty Works with me, giving herself, by my side She don't sweat me for loot, my fame, or my ride A lot of ladies out there, be lookin lovely But they don't got no control of the their life, inside they're ugly Word to Bugsy, and to Red Alert Sway and Tech, and Funkmaster Flex to make your head jerk Chicks go beserk when they see us in the spot K-Ci, JoJo and Primo, creepin to the top And to the sweethearts out there breaking hearts While we're takin part of this hip-hop art Listen yo, the best way, it ain't always the fast way And yes the best way, it ain't always to act nasty I'll open up the door always before you pass me Baby Doll, because you're royalty Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo Whatever I do, Wherever I go I want to take nothin less than the best Whatever I choose, I choose to do I have to stand out from all the rest Whatever I do, wherever I go I want to take nothin less than the best Whatever I choose, I choose to do I just wanna stand out from all the rest "GangStarr has to gots to be the sure shot" --> Greg Nice "and it's like dat" (Primo scratching) (repeat 4X) [K-Ci and JoJo freestyle singing] more free lyrics |
11. _ The Mall
Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X Make money money -- GO SHOPPIN! Take money money -- GO SHOPPIN! No matter what the weather, winter spring or fall We'll be doin it... "at the mall" [G-Dep] Yo what the deal cousin, gave him a pound now we huggin in the mall thuggin, buggin, spent a few hundred Shorties must be lovin, shit, jigg to my Wallow's They watch like Movado so I floss like I'm lotto You ain't loungin, til you've been countin by the thousands Profilin, pushin more weight than your medallion We be wildin, lockin blocks down just like the Island Dough pilin, we keeps it in the family like Italians Ballin, cop some Charles Jordan and some icebergs Ice herbs, nice curves, girlfriend with the white fur Pushed up, feel her like some shots of Tequila Said her man's a dealer, with all these bags from Antilla He got to be, but you hot to me, you under lock and key? Laid it down properly, this cat at Stern's watchin me Moved on me sloppily, prepare for the fallout with gats to blow the wall out, clear the mall out Chorus [Shiggy Sha] Yo, don't be mad at me, I used to be King Raggedy, fiends naggin me, shit I had to breathe Gradually, rocked casually, Sha passed the leave Vaseline slick shit, green stick shit Honey got some mean lipstick, my knot's this thick And I cop the meanest shit, still ride DISCUS but cops frisk us, the block whispers Theft need to stop, how we cop but you can Guess like them jeans you rock For now I'm rollin right, cause I had four faces fightin four cases in ?North face? of Dolemite So if he's here I ace the toners out my holdin tight Shorty lookin innocent there, in Benetton gear Nuttin innocent here, this ?henneson gear? Give us a year, to really see clear, through these Cartiers And do it party yea is what I'll probably hear Sharkskin is what I'll probably wear, designed by Pierre, trust me And look lovely with it Cop a 4.2 and get ugly with it, snugly fitted, ruggedly hittin Fitted in my Coogi knitted, compliments on the doobie did it Got the movie rented if the crew be with it yo Chorus 1/2 [Guru] Most times I'm casual, but easily I switch to some fly shit, like some silk suits by Paul Smith And purchase some kicks by Kenneth Cole Cop a Hilfiger, or Polo goose, for when it's cold Armani, and Gaultier specs cover my eyes The definition of jiggy so you best to recognize At the mall, I'm baggin up, much more than gear Victoria, be whisperin mad Secrets in my ear She wanted me to knock her in the back of Foot Locker I chuckled as she kicked more game than soccer Others try to copy, I see em when they mock me Baseball cap bent, the fresh scent is ?seemiyaka? All the way from Green Acre's to the Beverly Center heads turn, and I'm the main concern when I enter At Albee Square, niggaz wouldn't even dare with that fake thuggish ruggish when them Brooklyn kids be in there Saw ?newriqi L? and then a sweet for my girl Stylin, on the cell phone smilin, it's my world Can't forget the Avorex, pocket for the royalty checks My crew be showin loyalty, plus utmost respect Yo son, go pioneer them bimbos, while I get some Timbo's Later on that night you'll find them nymphos That's how it goes cause mad heads be in the mall Let's breeze, we got a show, plus I got another phone call more free lyrics |
12. _ JFK 2 LAX
Yo Yo Premier? Yeah whassup G? That trip to L.A., may be delayed Why whassup I'm on my way to the airport now Yeah well your boy Guru got knocked WHAT?! I don't know what this is about, sounds crazy man Somethin about a gun "The court calls Keith Elam to the stand. Please approach the bench." [Guru] Yo they got me handcuffed, I'm down in central booking Things are fucked up, the way my future's looking But I'm too fly, I'ma change this scenario Make some power moves and tighten up my bankroll Chumps are leary though, they see me as a threat I'm like the black Dutch Schultz when you get me upset Five-oh makes me wanna flip, Larry Davis style Got a nigga depressed, while he's awaitin trial It's OK though, cause from grey skies comes blue Through darkness comes light and I be known as the Guru And this I certify we all should be alerted by the traps within the system, our youth is gettin murdered by the D.A. says they got me on a felony I'm tryin to live my life, so what the fuck is you tellin me? The streets are war, that's what brothers carry weapons for And I take the weight as I did before The next thing you know, they got me on the radio A rapper arrested, suckers showin me on video Of course I know, that I'm a role model But yo this rap life is real life sometimes it's full throttle Right now I gotta think about me fuck the industry You gets no love, except those who support me What's the story, what happened when I went to L.A.? Mixin shit up, no not there I got family Nothin happened, mind your business yo step You know we connect, JFK 2 LAX Chorus: Guru They wanna lock us all up, and throw away the key Don't wanna see us come up, don't wanna see us makin G's Long as we know this is the key to our destruction Let's make moves no discussion [Guru] Peace to my man Hass, and Orange Man payin the cost All the twenty-five to lifers all my brothers gettin tossed into the system, supposed to rehabilitate It's why you gotta regulate your own mindstate Read, study lessons and build your inner power The next level, doesn't tolerate cowards For example, I know this rich Nigerian Powerful American that's proud to be an African He asked me why do all us brothers be gettin trapped I told him I'd explain it broke it down in a rap Whether you got naps, braids waves or no hair Without esteem for yourself nigga, you goin nowhere And you can swagger like you rule this; Josey Wales unorganized revolt almost always mostly fails Give up the savage ways, be effective soldiers To elevate the mental is to be poor no more There's war in the streets, prepared men know best Our rhyme as live as it gets, JFK 2 LAX They're always makin trouble yo, against the righteous Killin us in cold blood, those beats those vipers And as I sit feelin the pain in my wrist I vow to myself that I'ma change this shit Or at least I gotta try, or part of me will die And only by action will any ideas solidify So I inhale, exhale as I ponder This grown man will make mistakes no longer I've been there, I've seen how they make us fall victim to their tricknowledgy, with no apology I diss em And so I rip facts to dope tracks I caress You're gonna hear about it, from JFK 2 LAX more free lyrics |
13. _ Betrayal
Intro(phone conversation): Yo what up son? -Yo what up kid? Yo, you holdin your head up? -I'm tryin to man, but the system is shady Word man they always man, they always tryin to keep a good brother down, but I'm sayin We still, you know we got love for you son and we prayin for you and we, you know we tryin to hold it down wh you know while you in there man -No question Hopefully they won't keep you in there for too long -Yeah, for real, I sure love be out in a minute, you know? -But you know what I want you to kid? You know what would -be the bomb man? What's that? -You need to do some shit with Face man -Bomb on niggaz, be shady man Scarface? -Yeah man Yo that's my nigga, yaknowwhaI'mean -Scarface is tight son Yo that's a good idea word is bond I'm gonna talk the play in tomorrow(yeah) and see about if we could hook up wit him -That's proper Hook: Guru Scandalous, money greed and lust In this trife life, there ain't nobody you can trust Plus there's no justice, it's just us In fact, watchin' yo back it be must And each and everyday around the way gats bust And jealous so-called friends'll try to set you up It's called betrayal Verse 1: Guru Check the horror scene The kid was like twelve or thirteen Never had the chance like other kids to follow dreams Watched his father catch two in the dome and to the spleen Nothin" but blood everywhere, these streets are mean They spared his life, but killed his moms and his sister Jean Of course over some drug shit Hi spops was on some ill-out, spill your guts, on some thug shit Didn't know his boys was on some shady ass no love shit His pops got played out though, with silencers they laid him out yo Took his stash and all the cash and left 'em, tied up on the couch yo With tape over his mouth, so he couldn't cry out cause his dad was the nigga with clout Survival of the fittest so they split his wig no doubt Despite the stocking caps he noticed the same cat, who used to give him doe and taught him, to use the same gat Supposed to be an Uncle,fam and all that He could tell it was him 'cause he wore the same slacks, he wore when he took him to Meadowlands racetrack Why did he flip and go out like that? It's called betrayal Hook Verse 2: Scarface A Betrayal Punk ass niggas It's called betrayal He on a mission to become a ball player Flip big Benz's, flossin all gators Had it all mapped out,6-8,12th grader Fresh outta school, he fin' to go lay paper He had abrother who was hustlin collectin his change Never let his baby brother stick his neck in the game Told him all he had to do is just enjoy the ride And he ain't have to worry about money cause that's in time So now he's pacin as the time moves slowly Can't wait to face Shaquille in the paint and school Kobe Kept his grades and stayed up under naighborhood functions And then a group of knuckleheads came through dumpin So now he's sittin on the sidewalk bleedin Fell into a puddle of his own blood and stopped breathin And everybody in the neighborhood still grievin But destiny caught up with his ass and he got even And all the cryin in the world ain't goin to bring him back his brother, sittin at the wake wipin tears from his mother's eyes Why'd the game have to go and take the young boys life Only the wicked live shife, payin the price while he's starin at the shell his brothers soul wants hell the trigger man made bail and you, wouldn't pay the boys mail, and sacrificed the fuckin family That's betrayal Betrayal(echoes) Hook more free lyrics |
14. _ New York Strait Talk
"From New York straight talk, America's best" (3X) "Yo I'm not new to this I'm true to this" -> Apocalipse "Word up!" "From New York straight talk... America's best" [Guru] Yo, it doesn't make sense, for you to compete against this New York vibe that gets your whole body tense Calm down, listen to a brother who knows Cause the rappers out here come up with mad different types of flows Switch-up, change-up, yo pull the range up so we can build on this shit, for real that's how we came up Used to ride the subway trains back and forth Now I push an E-Class, four-two-zero of course Still material gains, make one more aware of all the madness and the civil unrest that's out here I doubt there, is anyplace more complex You can get lost in the sauce, New York'll have you vexed Who's next to get served, herbs'll get knocked off Burning flammable rappers, is how I get my rocks off I pop your top off as if you were the bottle then I'll drain all your fluid, you're better off playing lotto Bright lights, big city and the dark alleyways New York we get the money all day everyday "From New York straight talk, America's best" "Yo I'm not new to this I'm true to this" -> Apocalipse "Word up!" "From New York straight talk... America's best" [Guru] True if you can make it out here, you can make it anywhere That means a lot of rappers, they should stay away from here cause we still care, about the total artform Niggaz could sell more records but they still can't flip a live forum Plus everybody out here ain't talkin true shit either Mad niggaz is fakin jacks, I don't like them neither But the competition keeps me on point that's why I lamp in the studio composin fresh new joints from the streets, Medina, Manhattan, Staten, P-Lawn The struggle continues, everybody wants to be on The rat race, makes this lifestyle fast paced I've loved it since the days of fat shoelace Screwface me all you want, but I'm used to it I'll never give up rep in New York, I'm true to it From forty-deuce to Queens, back to East New Yi We takin no shorts, and plus we showin no pity Bright lights, big city and the dark alleyways New York, we get the money all day everyday "From New York... straight talk..." "Yo.. I'm.. not.. new.. to.. this" "America's best" "Word up!" "From New York straight talk, America's best" "Yo I'm not new to this I'm true to this" -> Apocalipse "Word up!" "From New York straight talk... America's best" [Guru] You get bent up, sent up creek, without a paddle You wanna battle? Well I live in New York so think twice blink twice now your Roley and Lincoln's gone Don't come into this rap game if you don't belong You won't be on but for a minute anyway You're just a scavenger, you don't live this life everyday Rap is regional, so you can check the demographics Everybody represent where they live, cause shit is drastic confusion, while I'm givin rappers contusions And people don't realize that real hip-hop is losing They wanna shut us down, and I say, "Shut up clown!" Cause New York is too corrupt and too tough to lay down and just quit, cause MC's out here kick serious lyrics And I come to you, with my infinite spirit Not takin nothin from your hood or your set But GangStarr could be a threat, in New York we rep That's where it comes from, that's why you're feelin it So why supress it, I'd rather be revealin it Bright lights, big city and dark alleyways New York we get the money all day everyday "From New York straight talk... America's best" more free lyrics |
15. _ The Rep Grows Bigga
You do your first bid and dirt to get your name known You never talk too much to get your spot blown Now you're no longer just a face in the crowd You're gettin so much respect that niggaz might as well bow And movin up with your hustle like you planned it Rakin dough like the world's greatest bandit Always got one eye open, for the stick-up kids postin So much cream chumps they can't understand it Ladies flock to your jock like it's golden Curious, to test the weight you be holdin but you ain't got no time, to be chasin felines If she's the chick that you pick then she gets chosen People treat you like you're ghetto royalty And all your staff shows you utmost loyalty You paid your dues, refuse to lose in this scenario The rep grows bigga, you're a legend and a hero Your fame has gotten larger than your life You've got a harem of bitches and killer niggaz that's hype They got your back, but you so fly you don't need em You shit what you're eatin so you don't peep the proceedings They start schemeing, feeling that you're too swollen and that's the reason why your cash and stash gets stolen You start perspiring, because you're paranoid Still another confrontation that you couldn't avoid Prepare for drama, as if you were a stunt man Back in the days you was a forty and a blunt man Today you're a Willie, now the weather's too chilly New York City ain't the place to be frontin Over your shoulders day and night's where you look Your so-called fam ran a scam, and you got shook Go back to square one, better go talk to your son See reps grow bigga in the life of a crook Years ago, we were new jacks to this scene Showed some effort, made fat records, but still saw no green Know what I mean? They tried to stifle us Nigga you could not believe how really ill and trife it was Fed up so we headed on a serious mission Wishin, that we could better our position Two businessmen, Guru and Prim', we enterprised Too strong to be stepped on, creatively wise The dedicated ministers of underground sound When we're doin our thing, you know we don't fuck around No matter how bizarre and different you think you are your team wouldn't dream of competeing with GangStarr Premier in the rear with the beats and cuts And Guru with the mic ready to tear shit up Take us out the game nigga? How you figure? The name is well kept, and the rep just gets bigga more free lyrics |
16. _ It'z a Set Up
"We got news for ya" --> scratched by DJ Premier Chorus: Guru and Hannibal [Guru] While they devise our demise, we grow wise [Hann] Upset the set up, the element of surprise [both] IT'Z A SET UP [Guru] It's time to upset the set up Verse One: Guru Though they conspire, fake us to make us retire With the burning desire we make it out of the crossfire Thoughts are higher, elevating and focused while the path is narrow, for those like us Primo beats provoke us to meditate like Zen With the will and the strength, of a million men While they introspect, where nothing is met It's been that way for a while so much has come and then went But I'm confident, a few, are due to redeem their respective kingdoms, with an abundance of cream So if I were to scheme, it would be on a realer dream Like formin effective teams to filter the smokescreens You totin in jeans, don't even know the true envy The man I'm pickin apart, and plus they both were friends to me Past trivial pursuits like East and West coast feuds Come against me on the mic, many and most will lose Like most dudes, I love this hip-hop, and this rap stuff But I don't like the shows, where the ignorant act up While some'll be rippin it, they be in the crowd wildin Flippin on kids, for the chains and medallions Or the kid they don't like, from a beef from way back And decide that's the night, perfect time for payback It's wack for the group, plus the others who came to see a fat ass show, instead there's bullets aflame Chorus Verse Two: Hannibal Still waters run deep this is leagues in depth Quiet as kept they slept we crept Society puts the squeeze on MC's like iron grips of death From here on in peace and blessings long cherish your breath Gifted and Rhyme U now how we do, stay true Follow through lay down the law, cause it's probable and overdue All systems overdue, my guns know me I only hold a few my nigga for only a few hold me Never forget the ones before me, my momma told me sacrifice for the ones behind me leadin the seeds Blind leads, black on black, crime to me Inclined to refine my creed I eat thinkin lead Conceive to make the beast bleed, enhance thoughts like tossed trees 'cross the Earth three-fourths Let my offspring feed all three, corpus delectis cost me Lost and found on enemy ground, quoted although they don't know how we get down at sound speed we breed Mo more confined to blind greed and self destructive deeds Heed my freedom war cry, of course I'm N.Y. Hug my peeps that died, the loved ones alive Reinforce and fly high as I lie so shall I from New I to Cali next plateau U.N.I.versal Unleash the black rain Show em who in control, electro-magnetic pull on the hole, ill as toters bang out Til we sittin on swole the strongest way to grow The only way I know, Underground Railroad on track No physical or mental chain can shackle that [answering machine messages] more free lyrics |
17. _ Above Clouds
"It has come to our attention that a mysterious force is LOOSE.. somewhere in outer space." "The mysteries of creation are there." "Up in the sky?" "Up in the sky." "The moon and the planets are there. And new hopes for knowledge and peace are there. And therefore as we set sail; we ask God's blessing -- on the most hazardous, and dangerous, and greatest adventure of which man has ever embarked." --> John F. Kennedy "Prepared for liftoff." [Guru] I self Lord and Master shall bring disaster to evil factors Demonic chapters, shall be captured by Kings Through the storms of days after Unto the Earth from the Sun through triple darkness to blast ya with a force that can't be compared to any firepower, for it's mindpower shared The brainwake, causes vessels to circulate like constellations reflect at night off the lake Word to the father, and Mother Earth Seeking everlasting life through this Hell for what it's worth Look listen and observe and watch another C-Cypher pullin my peeps to the curb Heed the words; it's like ghetto style proverbs The righteous pay a sacrifice to get what they deserve Cannot afford to be confined to a cell Brainwaves swell, turnin a desert to a well Experience the best teacher; thoughts will spray like street sweepers Little Daddy street preacher Illustrious feature, narrator you select Accompanied by Deck plus the DJ you respect The seven and a half combine, over the frontline The ten percenters, promotin slander in the airtime Bear in mind jewels be the tools of the trade Sharp veins heavenly praise and dues are paid Chorus: Guru Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down [Inspectah Deck] Yeah; I leave scientists mentally scarred -- triple extra large Wild like rock stars who smash guitars Poison bars from the Gods bust holes in your mirage and catch a charge shake em down like the riot squad And they deserve ruin like ancient Rome; I span the universe and return to Earth to claim my throne The maker, owner, plus soul controller Ayatollah rest in the sky, the cloud's my sofa Stand like Collossus, regardless to whom or what Numerous attempts at my life, so who to trust Who but us, to supply you with the fire? The burning truth, 150 Absolut proof On the mic like Moses spoke in golden scribe Survivor of the oldest tribe whose soldiers died I notified families, we shed tears and more but our hands are the ammo cause the battle's still on Sound the horn; we come rumblin through the function Precise laser beam technique to touch somethin When we die hard, to build the monument to honor us with humungous effect in the world we could have conquered it Chorus 2X more free lyrics |
18. _ In Memory Of...
Mami Mary, Mary Coleman that is I love you, rest in peace You still here though Word up This goes out to you Mary Parker, Loretta Randall Grandfather Bill Runy Manuel, Robert N'Blangio Uncle C, Alicia Elon Giovanni [Guru] To my man G.O.V., I remember how you used to be You were the illest man alive now I'm reading your eulogy Eyes so serious, you told me hold my head Pursue this rap shit and go forward never backwards While you gripped Tec's tight, and ran niggaz out of town I ripped up mics, showin wack niggaz how to sound Still your essence, was callin By two gunshots, at close range, your frame had fallen Now like a angel you've risen And you will stay in my heart, and yo I wish you were still livin Word... this is in memory of * I'm not sure about any of these names * Zachary Bro, Cousin Paula Harry O-Fives "Rest in peace" -- Biggie Smalls Yeah, Sam-O, 183rd Joshua Faust "Rest in peace" Brian Brown y'all, yeah [Guru] To my man Brian B, I remember how you used to be You were the flyest in the club with three bitches doin rub-a-dub You was the pimp of all panderers GQ, Johnny Presley, fuckin up the elegances So many hookers on your schedule Slammin Cadillac doors and mackin whores on the regular You used to boost, the slickest of suits Climbin through the back windows on the bus, you was ill Dukes Until that chick you vicked, for the Cutlass started snillz-niffin ki-daine, and went to cut cha That freak shanked you six times in your sleep I wish you was here, cause your philosophy was mad deep Yeah... this is in memory of Keith 'Cowboy', Scott LaRock Prince Messiah "Rest in peace" Buffy, the Human Beatbox y'know Tupac Shakur "Rest in peace" Pinkhouse, Sub Roc O.G. Boo Bang, salute! "Rest in peace" Seagram's, Killa Black from Mobb Deep Biggie Smalls, yeah rest in peace Lance Owens y'all [Guru] To all my brothers doin time, whether or not you did the crime You know the system is devised to keep you deaf dumb and blind Like Scarface said, them cats are smart In order for things to change we must all play a part It's easy for us to blame society But now it's way too late, and we must take responsibility To all my brothers in the streets I know you feel you gotta hustle cause your peeps gotta eat Makin moves right and exact; don't wanna see you layin flat Don't wanna see ya catch a bullet black If we don't build we'll be destroyed That's the challenge we face in this race of poor and unemployed Freud, a philosopher, but I'm a realist So philosophize this, without love we won't exist To those who passed out there, in the deserts and the jungles with pain on their shoulders, and heavy bundles I pray each one will, ascend to new heights and new enlightenment And this is why I'm writin it Yeah... this is in memory of * I'm not sure about all of these names * Linnet Grinnich, Cookie Murray Yeah "Rest in peace" Ross, Laverne La-La Eyelif John Hood "Rest in peace" Kevin Fredricks, Donny Charles Leslie Clark, and Will Clark "Rest in peace" Tommy Saunders, Princess Di Don Clark, Betty Shabazz "Rest in peace" This is in memory of... "Rest in peace" more free lyrics |
19. _ B.I. vs. Friendship
[Guru] It's like, a friendship, and a business partnership And, we have to always be concious of the difference between em; because y'know, some things can happen that'll ruin one or the other, so we alwa-we always stay concious of those things Those obstacles that can, y'know trip us up because we ain't trying to go out like that *Primo scratching fades in gradually* "friends" "business" (repeat 3X) ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRAHHAHHH!!! C'mon! Motherfucker! Yeah! ... GangStarr! GangStarr! M.O.P. Ghetto people! [Guru] Son you're supposed to be my man, but you ain't wise enough to realize this is B.I., see I wanna taste the whole cake Some things in this industry, shit be so fake Make no mistake, if you're my man you'd understand about the plan, to stack hundreds of grands (That's right!) And how to stand, on much more acres of land And to expand from the days of goin hand to hand So like I was CEO I do my thing son and turn this underground rap thing to my kingdom Release a fistful, of rhymes for the fiscal year MC's are wishful fuckin with this here They stuck with the tear, for fear they foresake a brother's love it's clear -- I'd have to be the better man I'm thinkin The 7th Letter Man ain't got no time for petty speakin (uhh) So we go our seperate ways I see the fork in the road I know I blessed you with a portion of gold and some good fortune to hold, so KEEP THAT while I keep it movin, just like truckloads of interstate cargo, taxin niggaz like U.S. embargoes You my man like I said so all the best You shoulda known we do shit differently than all of the rest Can't afford to let a link be, loose in the chain It's time for us to get mad more, juice in the game You're buggin son (that's right) that's word to Billy and Fame So I'ma stay the game, that we play to win (Yeah!) So I don't care what you say to her or say to him The object son, is to excel and lead And niggaz be bluffin fallin for nothin but greed Chorus: M.O.P. and Guru [M.O.P.] If it's animosity [Guru] Let me know [M.O.P.] If you plottin to stop my dough [Lil' Fame] Time to go! [M.O.P.] GangStarr, M.O.P. nigga [Billy Danze] Tryin to blow! [M.O.P.] If you my man you could understand! *repeat 2X* [Lil' Fame] I'm true to myself y'all, and I'm a down ass nigga! So don't fool yourself, clown ass nigga! I always been the type of cat that'll put it on ya since back in the days when Laze snatched me off the corner And every since then, the whole game changed Everybody's against, Lil' ass Fame They wanna see me stretched out with my back smokin Left for dead in the street with my back opened So I don't keep friends I just roll with niggaz I was RAISED WITH, went out in a BLAZE WITH In the penile, to B.ville, down to Grayson And we thick together, in these last days kid So I don't have what you call friends cause when it's on then they gone in the end! But I'ma handle my business indeed Cause niggaz be bluffin fallin for nothin but greed! Chorus [Billy Danze] Hey yo what happened to the love soldier? It never crossed my mind that you would doubt my love inside and test my pride I divide, anything that I got with my M.O.P. staff -- WE ALL AND WE OUT! To the First Family loyalty, is no game We them type of niggaz that, money won't change We all aim, for the big picture but to me it don't mean shit if your dogs ain't witcha I sacrifice my main arteries -- WHY NIGGA?! Ain't nobody never loved me, like my niggaz See my business is my friendship and my friendship is my business Can I get a witness?! (Preach on nigga!) Hey yo we went through all out wars, half-assed tours Travelled 'cross this land with heavy contraband (See you my man!) And you ain't never got to second guess or question the love of William Danze (Sho' nuff!) I am invaluable, to my niggaz cause they all rest there in thirty-two -- BETTER THAN NOTHIN! Think of William when they start bustin, I hold you down (When them body parts pop up cousin) I'll be around! "friends" "business" (repeat 6X to fade) more free lyrics |
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