[Guru] Let's see if you can hang and bang with this momentum Competition sniffin on the flowers that I sent them Put 'em all.. in intensive care, send 'em fare While I lounge round town in expensive gear Twinkle in my eye, lace the track, Cognac mack B-Boy pose, knock you right off your toes While you push it up your nose, I'm with your chick in LaMontrose On 40 deuce in the double-tree suites Showin her exactly, what she's gonna be on for me And truly you'll she, how stupid you'll be Fuckin with the B.H.S., really, feel me I unload, and explode, I reload, it echoes I'm a thunderous clap, 'dro tucked under my cap Make you wonder where I hid my gat Don't worry 'bout that, better worry 'bout your own situation I lead whole nations, take over whole radio stations Stay outta my face son
[Hook] In my world.. you ain't got no place son Stay out of my face son Stay out of my face son In my world.. you ain't got no place son Stay out of my face son Stay out of my face
[Big Shug] I, choke out promoters who be short on the dough Slap up haters, who diss the flow Gold-diggers only get the toe.. up they booty hole when they outta control For sho', and naysayers, I crash in they face In Shug world, them motherfuckers got no place Wannabe rappers, who label cassettes I break them shits when they sound weak in my deck I seen your last beat, so you pose no threat I got fag niggaz like you doin the thug ballet Sucka nigga park my car valet And get yourself two dollars, from my wallet I'ma catch passes from chicks like Wayne Chrebet And they sweat like I play for the Jets Am I the best? It's hard to tell Remember the blueprints were made in a lonely cell To get the cream, and get the fame Spit the lyrical slugs, that leave most niggaz lame What's the game? To win this shit at all costs I got what it takes to be the underground boss
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[Hannibal Stax] Up and comin, but you, you think you truck runnin on diesel You just a selfish lil' bitch, me, I'm all for my peoples You gon' fuck around and let yourself deceive you I'ma hunt you down and see you when you least expect I'm heat, you wet I'm famished and you beef, I guess I'll eat you next I'm just as rock as my dick, you just the opposite Can't stand to see me bubbilate on top of it Lyrical, it all becomes clearer when it's visual We maximize, congregatin with alibies From righteous to criminal, just to make your life a tidbit more miserable So keep playin me close like I ain't tryna get rid of you I feel for you, and this is all in your mind If ya dare get physical, I'ma make ya every fear Real for you, splash my drool, gather my screws and get to drillin you just because You thought it wasn't when it was love Back the fuck up out my shit before I hurt you
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Compositores: Keith Elam (Guru), Cary Guy, H Stax, Committee ECAD: Obra #38914262