Hard To Earn

[guru]
Boom bash dash, i had to break, i had to getaway
Packed my bags, to leave for good, it was a monday
Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound
Then he hugged me, and then he turned around
I threw the duffelbag over my shoulder
It was time to get props kid, cause now i'm older
Time to fend for myself jack
So i'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back
Stopped at the lye spot before i hit the train station
Needed some boom for the mental relaxation
It took the last of my loot to make this move troop
But i ain't even tryin to work in a suit
Plus my aunt's got a room that's for rent
As long as there's no hoes and i don't come home bent
So fuck the bullshit i'm audi
I'm on a mission, cause if i stay i'll go crazy
I'm gonna make it god damnit
Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet
They never fake it just slam it
Out in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet

Crash boom bang i used to hang at four corners
And all the spots in beantown where niggaz carry burners
But i was more turned on by the micraphone
So one cold morning, i left home
Next i'm smokin blunts on ?
Or workin in a mail room uptown, feelin sick and
Tired, of payin all these fucked up dues
I wasn't tryin to lose -- i refused
Had a chick uptown, one in queens and one in jersey
Sometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie
But yo i still wasn't happy
I seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly
East new york is no joke kid
And peace to my man hass doin his bad
I went to flatbush to buy incense and weed
Stopped at the bookstands for somethin to read
That shit was rough cause my pockets was bare
And like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair
But in my heart there ain't no quittin
So i stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms
Seconds away from just flippin
But fuckit i'll maintain, one day i'll be hittin
See i'ma make it god damnit
Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet
I'll never fake it just slam it
There in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet

And you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt
Cause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts
But don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here
A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here
I got my own place in bed-stuy
Known to many others, as do or die
Malcolm x boulevard and gates avenue
Smokin up the fat trey bags with the crew
Me and the niggaz troy and squeaky
Used to twist dutch masters, we got nice weekly
I used to build with the brothers by the spot
They had to hustle but they still knew a lot
To get my haircut had to go to fort greene
On myrtle ave, to get a fade with the sides clean
Then to fulton just to look around
Just to roam around, and find a chick to go uptown
And check a movie or some shit like that
I couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat
I remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper
Then one week later, she got me some sneakers
But then i stepped, cause i found out about her rep
And i ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet
But anyway i used to lay up in the crib
Listening to red and marley, wishin i was on kid
Saved my dough, stayed on the down low
Lounged and drank 40's with tommy, hill and gunsmoke
And lil' dap used to come by strapped
Nice off a l cause we stayed like that
Sometimes i used to miss my moms
Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night
But i'ma be aight still
Cause i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills
I'm gonna make it god damnit
Here in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet
I never fake it just slam it
Here in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet *echoes*

Refrain:

It's mostly tha voice, that gets you up
It's mostly tha voice, that makes you buck
A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills
But if your voice ain't dope then you need to [chill... chill... ]

Up steps one, and he gets done
Then up steps another, he gets smothered
That's word to mother, or should i say moms
I drop bombs, scorchin niggaz like napalm
Sucka, boy, get off my shit
Get off my dick so what i make butter hits
You better change your behavior, battling gangstarr
No religion could save ya
My religion is rap, r-a-p
R-e-a-l-i-t-y, g
Cause when i rock street kids rejoice
I got mad rhymes, still

Refrain

So when you think you know the whole you don't even know the half
You're not a threat to myself, and neither to my staff
Not the type to really dance too much, although i used to
Rather bust a fresh line, and get loose to
The blunted ill types of beats premier makes
Makes your girl's rear shake, let me set it straight

Refrain

Some rappers use hooks to this shit
But if you took that shit out
And you took all the music out
What would remain? the voice no doubt
Bless my soul i control
When in pimp mode
My bank roll expands
I invest in my man
I plan, to keep rap real
So if your shit ain't fat then kneel
You squeal, feeling pain from my oral flex
What about oral sex, which chick's next
To open wide and get a chunk from a real brother
Yeah, some real funk from a real brother
They get sprung and most of them don't recover
But i don't diss em i just talk to em
Cause the sound, of my voice, it does a lot to em
So you and, the niggaz right there
Be aware, like swv, i'm right here
Waitin to correct your ass
And if you don't follow now i'll disrespect your ass
More vicious than sid, do a crime with no bid
I tell a bitch that i didn't when you know that i did
Take a trip to a land a-far
Then come back, and people still know gangstarr
See i'm the ladies choice
Cause i got crazy styles, still

Refrain

Outro: guru, shug

Oh shit shug, whattup
[whassup money?]
Just loungin, about to go do this shit in the studio
[oh yeah, you just let me get on that shit
You always said i could get on, you need to let me get on that]
Word?
[for real man]
Yo man
[don't front on that shit]
I'm sayin yo, if i let you get busy, youknowhati'msayin
You can't be dissapointin me
[i flip shit, i'ma flip shit on this]
Aight man, let's go

Fuck around, lay around, do or die (3x)
"you figgedy fuck around, you lay around" --> das efx

[big shug]
Word to joe frazier, got ta do what pays ya
Give a nigga pain, like displasure
But close your hips in, nigga you can't win
I walk around, with a scowl and a grin
Parties try to rock me, chicks try to clock me
Niggaz try to block me, but they can't stop me
I'm a bad man, understand where i come from
Treatin niggaz dumb, as i drink my rum
I'm a mad man, i get respect with the tec
Put punks in check, shug's on the set
I'm the one with the game, the twelve round
Crack to the concrete, from the underground
I'm a bad nigga, how do you figure to take me
You cannot break me, so don't mistake me
For your brother, i'm not a punk motherfucker see
I did my time, and now i'm free
I'm a dope one, ready to rip and wreck shop
I will not stop, i won't be dropped by the cops
I'm bad, understand me with the game i kick
I got crazy bitches like a trojan on my dick

[guru]
Yo hobb we got more rep than lucky luciano
Suckers we wet to the sound of the dope piano
This is something you can't handle, here's one example
I got your head as a trophy up on the mantle
Each and every sect we wreck, the crowd's electrified
Mystified, you get dissed, when you try, you die
Fish niggaz, they get fried upon my skillet
I kill it, fuck it, my shit is on hit
And hittin you blaow (blaow) so what you wanna do now?
You stepped up, i whacked ya, you crept up, i smacked ya
Got infinite length, with the strength of a real master
If you don't bow down now you'll get plowed down now
You know, like pow

Fuck around, lay around, do or die (3x)
So fuck around, lay around, do or die
Fuck around, lay around, do or die (2x)
"you figgedy fuck around, you lay around" --> das efx

[guru]
Word to mike tyson, hit you quick like lightnin
Swing my left jab first, and then come in with the right
Cold deck ya, nah i could never respect a
Punk like you, you get dropped like one two
And you're out son, just like a one round bout son
The outcome, is that you'll get that ass hung
Easily, swiftly, you'ew stupid you can't get with me

Fuck around, lay around, do or die (2x)
I said fuck around, lay around, do or die

[big shug]
Fumin! heahhh, i'm boomin down on niggaz
I figure, how could they take out a big nigga
They don't know, so i don't never give em a clue
That's you and you and you, and oh yeah you
You can't get with this or take me down
I'm always laughin ha ha cause you punks are clowns
Since i'm passin emcees, with my skill
I'm up on the hill, and i force them dudes to chill
Rippin up shit as i do, because i'm violent
That's why when i walk in the room, punks are silent
My name is shug, as if you didn't know
I'm pimpin hard, and punks are just a hoe

Fuck around, lay around, do or die (2x)
I said you fuck around, lay around, do or die
Fuck around, lay around, do or die
I said you fuck around, lay around, do or die
Fuck around, lay around, do or die (2x)
"you figgedy fuck around, you lay around" --> das efx

[big shug]
Yea yea that's shug for ninety-three
I wanna say whattup to all my people, yaknowhati'msayin?
We got the guru in the house, and my man lil' dap
Showin motherfuckers where we're truly at
I wanna say whattup to my homegirl, my main girl and my kids
Whassup kerry, marie and lisa how y'all chillin?
I know y'all in the motherfuckin house too, yea!
I like to say whattup also, to all the peoples back home
That know what time it is, and the niggaz tryin to get real
And on that note, right
I'ma get the fuck up out of here

"you figgedy fuck around, you lay around" --> das efx
* dj premier cuts and scratchs this line to the end *

"here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" --> run-d.m.c.

[guru]
I hit the chicks with the nice round heinies
Play a hoe like a hoe, play a sucka like stymied
Try me, and you'll descend into your end
Never thought it could be you well think again my friend
My pen illuminates, and dooms the fakes
You're soon to break, you're strawberry like shortcake
I'm in that ass with my timbs all day
You couldn't tarnish my rep, so you crept away
Just behave and be a good son -- or else
I'm bringin the noise cause most emcees are puns
I used to chill in roxbury now i'm comin outta brooklyn
Herb niggaz are assed out, y'all get tooken
Or taken, and that's word to all rude bwoy jamaican
I swing bitch, yes i'm crankin
Just like an alpine, a deadly rhyme, brand spankin new
Pumped to put some lead in your crew
A hollow point shot, cause your weak shallow point's
Not hittin -- should've gave up from the beginning
But since you're bluffin with your tape that's trash
Tell your peeps that we comin for datazz

"here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" --> run-d.m.c.

Whose that lurkin in the dark with the hoodie strapped;
Puffin on a blizz, mellow meditatin black?
I ain't impressed cause the rest they fess
Sometimes i wanna flip, clap a hole in they chest
But i lay back, as i prepare for the payback
And drop the master rhymes with the mad crew from wayback
I stay back, i watch, the whole job, you botched
Couldn't maintain, it's like your brain just stopped
But the gang is on the prowl kid like lector
Paint a logo with your blood so you niggaz remember
The chain and the star, mysticle and never typical
The average rap group, ain't even equipped to go
Head up, i'm dead up, you ducks could never last
You fakin jacks, we comin for datazz

"here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" --> run-d.m.c.

I heard some hardheaded punks wanna see me
Jealous of a nigga just because he's on tv
You know the video shows that you be watchin
Call up and request so you can see it more often
My persona sheds more light than a nova
Cause niggaz are soldier, yo this war, it ain't over
And ain't no stopping like mcfadden and whitehead
You might get dead, fuckin around like you do
Pursue the knowledge that's available
Before your chump-style game and your punk friends fail you
Gonna dissect your brain for a minute
Look at your puny ass world and what's in it
Nothin, that's how long you've been frontin
I figured by now that you've come up with somethin
But you're still the same snake with my name on your mouth
Wanna know what i'm doin, wanna know why i shine?
Cause i'm the rebirth, so now you gotta see me first
I kick more facts than paperbacks for research
And knees hurt, next you feel em bucklin
The huge pussy look on your face reveals the sucker
Inside of ya, because i checked the way you're ridin the
Jimsome, better sing more than a hymn son
Never sustain the true pain of my wisdom
Never be able to touch gangstarr
True indeed, i believe in takin my words far
Across the seas and deserts, through the trees and grass
And if you ain't on point, then we comin for datazz

"here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" --> run-d.m.c.
* dj premier cuts n scratches *

"get on it" --> dj premier cuts 'n' scratchs lovely

[guru]
One two checka, get, down and dirty
And my sounds are worthy of respect
So i'ma flex my text just like a, major takeover
Chumps pass the mic over
Growin more and more nervous when i serve this ass whoopin
Comin straight out of brooklyn, baldhead from the old school
Born to rule with more class than billy dee
To a pussy emcee, you know a wuss emcee
I'm like his worst nightmare when i'm on my killin spree
Pick the vic, who will it be?
[guru *sings*]
Your vote may hold the key
It's up to you, tell us true
Who'll be, herb of the day?
[guru]
And your fake, you break, when suckers choose, they lose
I'm like lethal, to you and your people
It's like an outrage, when punks step on stage
With the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough
So i'ma take dough from em, and then stum em
Teach em how to really get biz like this
Me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm

"get on it" --> dj premier flips it again

[guru]
It takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled
From any angle, as i get buck on ducks
All the, sexy girlies wanna push up close to
The man with the most who don't flaunt his ego
Some motherfuckers ain't as gifted
Not everyone can move the crowd and uplift it
I'm swift with the shit like a bullet's trajectory
So don't stand next to me
It's like a, warm sensation when my shells hit
You were wrong, you know what you did so you fell quick
To the pavement, no signs of body movement
See i knew it, yo i had to do it
And it's, cool to duel but don't slip up fool
Cause i'ma leave you dead and stinkin like a sesspool
And all the chicks know what's goin on
Cause baby, there ain't no sunshine when i'm gone
And you can beg for me to stay and parlay
But sorry, i gots to go, got bills to pay
See by nature i'm godly
When i touch the mic, it's never too hard for me
To let out, a mastermind of mad clout
Huh, me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm

"get on it" --> dj premier displays turntablism skills

[guru]
I'm gonna get ya
You might be bigger than me, so i'ma wet ya
Come into your house to douse it with the
Malatov cocktail, i won't fail
Burn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille
So what the fuck you gonna do?
Yea i know i used to act relaxed but now i'm cuckoo
Come into my darkest deepest thoughts
We fought i won, and now you're caught and bein tortured
Water pellets dripped upon your forehead
But you can't move, because you're tied up
Your time's up...

(phife from "check the rhime")now here's a funky introduction
(scratching)

Guru: chorus 1(2x):
It's alongwaytogo, when you don't know where you're going
You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost)

Guru:
What you need is more direction and get yourself some protection
I thought by now that you have learned your lesson
I'm stressin points and slammin all joints you call the real shit
Correct shit, you know the busta way you feel shit
Baby, i still don't think you understand
You lose the game, we get more props than dan...rather
And it don't matter cuz when you flinch, you're weak
So i'mma step just to speak about the counterfeit, unlegit type of people
Those cellophane ones, the ones that you can see through
It's poetic justice cuz i'm mad with a pact
So precise, my insight will take flight in the night
And in the daytime, cuz i don't come up with corny rhymes
I'm too devoted to the concept of gettin mine
So here's the deal like shaquille o'neal
If you don't know what you're doing, how the hell can you be real?

Chorus 2 (2x):
(scratching)(q-tip from "check the rhime")how far must you go to gain
Respect? um...

Guru:
Now in '93, realistically you should be...well aware of all the evils out
There
It's like a jungle sometimes. you get the message?
You got to rumble sometimes, it's gettin hectic
Emotions run deep, as times run out
Solutions...it's time to find some out
So according to me, suckers are barred
>from obstructing my discussion cuz i rhyme too hard
You take a wiff like a spliff here, like some fresh air
I came to claim shit this year (this year)
So take a stroll down the walkway, or hallway, or runway
Fuck with us, kid, you'll pay
I slay...and yo, i'm still on the expressway
I kick my essay, then you know we don't play
So pray down on your knees, g
Cuz it's the best way, yes, the best way, cuz...

Chorus 1 (2x):

Chorus 2 (2x):

Guru:
There's a large amount of wack crews. for them, i got bad news
Time to pay your dues, you fools
I'm like express mail, with the script that hits
Like the third rail, when i shock the spot, it's hot
>from the rays of the sun
Original one the prophet sent to become
A law giver, cuz you shiver when i quiz ya
All about the real neccessities of life
All about the game and all about the name
G to the a to the n to the g starr
We know who we are, but do you know who you are?
(richard pryor: you go down there looking for justice, that's what you
Find, just us)

Chorus 1: (4x)

Chorus 2: (4x)

(scratching) um... (until end)

Verse one: jeru the damaja

Last year record companies were chumpin me
But now like chicks they all be up on me
And me so horny, i hit em like a groupie
Snatch off my hat wash my dick and keep it movin
Showing and proving on a day to day basis
I rip new york and a million different places
State to state country to country
My skills are legend in the style of poetry
I've paid my dues to this game word to mother
Peace new york hops it gets no rougher
Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since eighty-five
Before the fake motherfuckers started perpetrating live, i've
Achieved mad props though niggaz roll around in jeeps
I ride the a-train and get mad beeps
So when we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks
Chicks comes in flocks when d.r.s. rocks glocks
And i mean it it's all done with the mind
I neutralize suckers because i'm alkaline
I could go on for days speaking bout my clout
So lil dap snatch the mic and show the motherfucker out

Verse two: lil dap

Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street
Flavors do get deep when you're walking the east
A unit down from the underground made the brothers unite
I'm slappin pounds and pounds with real niggaz aight
Ain't nothing changed but the weather, rain storms or whatever
You poured a forty on the ground for the brothers who ain't around
Break it down with the flow as i walk through the ghetto
A nigga said he couldn't do it til the shit hits the fan
Last year i was the man ripping up every jam
So what's your hobby nothing serious when things get rough
I'm stepping rugged and tough, and bitches won't get enough
A lil dap what's that? fuck around you get slapped
Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized
Make the chicks say 'aow' and the brothers say 'ho'
You can't tell a motherfucker what to do with his life
Niggaz tend to live trife, so i react with the mic
It's the end of the time so i got to gets mine
Aiyyo 'ru, what's your function meet me at broadway junction
Before i start to get in it, better yet i just kick it
Aiyyo son, if you're ready guru starts to flip it

Verse three: guru

Earl, with my three-eight-five shot i bust a bumba claat
He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop
I got the clout, all you pussy rappers be out
From the ghetto i let go, shit to make you petrol
Watching fly niggaz show you how to rhyme asshole
You know the motherfucking situation
So get down get down with the gangstarr foundation
Now i'ma touch on reality, chumps can't fuck with me
And all the honies be loving me
My style be kicking crazy butt
Wannabes on their knees licking crazy butt
Your girl pays me but ain't no need to try and stop her
I'm big poppa fuck your girl and i'll drop her
Cause she be working on my nerves
And yo i got more gang than the bitch got curves
I'm like gambino, the slick head honcho
Ill kid ready to wreck mics pronto
And i know, i break your back with my rap like smack
Because i'm all that
And so the next time when you're wishing for my downfall
I'm a come back to drown y'all
With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath
And stay the fuck out my path...