[Intro:]
Big L, rest in peace!
Feel the realness.
In this business of rep.
Go ahead!
[Verse 1: 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, son,
Haters took this shit too far, son.
So that's all for you, I'm wipin' 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, and 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 how vital to me 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.
[Hook:]
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 in this business of rep.
Full clip.
Do you wanna mess with this?
Gang Starr.
I'm one of the best yet.
I'm nice like that.
So I suggest you take a rest.
[Verse 2: Guru]
So if you stand in my way, I'ma have to spray,
Learn that, if you come against me, son, you're gonna have to pray,
Since back in the day I held the weight and kept my head up,
They wanna see the God catch an L, it's all a set up.
I give no man or thing power over me,
Why these niggas 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 magazines fully loaded to your one,
Plus, I ain't gonna quit spittin' till you're done,
Plus, more than ever I got my whole shit together,
More than a decade of hits that'll live forever.
Catchin' rep off my name, you're bound to fry,
Know how many niggas that I know is down to die,
We never fail, and we ain't never been frail,
You niggas, talk crime, but you scared of jail.
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Guru]
Attackin' like a slick Apache, lyrics are trigger happy,
Blowi'g back your wig piece just for the way you're lookin' at me,
Cock 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 peeps 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 dip with all the cash,
I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip,
So watch your dome already ‘cause this one might hit.
[Hook]