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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gang Starr
Gang Starr
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Davis
Davis
Composer
Elam
Elam
Composer
Jackson
Jackson
Composer
Johnson
Johnson
Composer
Martin
Martin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Premier
DJ Premier
Producer
Guru
Guru
Producer

Lyrics

(Stratched) let the games begin (Guru talking) part 2 ok i just go whenever i feel like? ok lets go Yo, do the knowledge to the master building blowing a split The new millenium Gotta watch what I say to you niggas in my conversation Cause this shit ain't really passed the statue of limitation The streets still holla about strong I am Niggas I hurt still holla bout wrong I am As a little nigga slow baking soda and coke Had me amazed how my steady hand kept it afloat Let it sit cool and harden hit the set Cool and heartless in front of the store projects As long as i made a profit i see you eyeing me Your fires cant diary Filled with pages of episodes of shying me Nah believe me im a hammer for hire Hit your ass so close that you coat will catch fire Dog the stakes are dire Dog the stakes is dire Im no liar Hold a court in the street b Cause i got priors Same team, no games Keep chicks that blow brains Rappers rock soul train The corners rocking dope game Got no shaaaame Trying to build these figures Headquarters left aint gone he still with us Not in the physical the way he once lived I can see him will big l, pun, pac and big Watching the kid like hell shig the waist over And hail that ether blow out and take over Im the truth Give you booth and your video shoot Pull those camerons on you While them cameras on you How you love that? Dont wanna bump with stats So pull your head up Dont make me call crumb up Its the militia Ya niggas dont know bout i Got me heated frustrated bout to blow my high Me and penz blazing Rave got the gauge razing Sick of talking about a niggas aim on my waist man United we stand together Down for whatever Divided we get at you from all angles Gangstarr for bare Then why he saying same team no games Love is love man one and the same Funny style niggas act strange Going against the grain Dont wanna see us on top of our thing We adapt to change Fame, fortune, and material gain Flow stay natural unrestrained Let me explain Niggas dont get it til you set it aflame Subject em to pain Make em respect the name you said you repped Connect you claim Stay ready to bang Steps ahead of competetors Just to test your aim Each dead you wreck say Splat and dead your brain My foundation bust gats Splat and dead your brain Fuck with mine SPLAT And ill take your chain I play for keeps and i came to win Yo im the jerry rice to this Much to nice to quit And just so you know We never liked you kid Cause you aint never wanna laet niggas eat So im gonna convene with my team Before i gotta let the trigga speak Cause now a days Yall niggas are carbon copies Yall bars are sloppy Still its hard to stop me Especially when i connect with my man Rep with my fans We taking back the rest of our land And we dont really care if they say your the shit They playing your hits We bout to make our way in this bitch And lastly if you take your ass to the next season In a flash take your stupid as out Give me the next reason Flip while my peoples here Spit while my people here Time for me to get rich with my people here Cut off a snakes head Then we break bread Same team no games You on the ground trying to fake dead
Writer(s): Keith Elam, Eric Jackson, Andre Davis, Christopher Martin, Steven Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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