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[Guru] 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--* [Guru] 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? I'm 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 Chorus [Guru] 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 Chorus