Gang Starr - Work Are you working? What kind of work do you do?
Uhh... ("Boy, what is it you want to do when you grow up?)
Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake I put in work, and watch my status escalate
Now I'ma start collectin props, connectin plots networkin like a conference, cause the nonsense is yet to stop Jakes shake me down, haters wanna take me down Break me down, CLAP all they heard was the sound Yo I scoped it out, I took your weak dream and choked it out Your [BEEP] don't really got no ass, she just poked it out on the deelow, I'm sayin, you versus me though? We can do this [BEEP] right here, in front of your people See time is money kid, and BS walks And to me, it's funny kid when you meet heads talk I see Feds stalk, they wanna dig up the dirt Son is it me they hawk, cause I be puttin in work Son?
Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake I put in work, and watch my status escalate
You cornballs get stonewalled, blackballed I own y'all The veteran, runnin my plan I'm the better man Crazy raw, doin my job like the mob Blazin y'all, and disappearin in the fog or a mist, and chicks can't resist what I kick They be beggin for attention or some more of the dillznick Word up baby, someone may have to get hurt up baby [BEEP] is mad shady, but I got to get the gravy Platinum respect like the force of a tech keep you hittin the deck, feelin heat in your chest Bangin your thoughts with the hot onslaught A kid got shot on the spot for goin where he should not Viciously, I make history, instantly Those other lame [BEEP] loser [BEEP] niggaz, they can't [BEEP] with me I'm doin my thing now, to lamp later on Paid in the shade, with some fly gators on But now I'm grimy as they get, mud on my pants and shirt I bet you niggaz out here know, I be puttin in work
Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake I put in work, and watch my status escalate
Gang Starr - Full Clip Big L rest in peace do you wanna mess with this One of the best yet we've got it you can feel the realness in this business of rep go ahead VERSE 1: Fresh out the gate again Time to raise the stakes again Fatten my plate again Ya'll cats know we always play to win G-A-N-G, to the starr son Haters, took this [BEEP] too far son So thats all for you I'm wipin out your whole team I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics that shatter your schemes The badder you seem the more lies you tell The more lies you sell not by surprise you fell Into my death trap right into my clutches Stupid, you know the god must bless every single mic he touches I've suffered just so i can return harder Wanna be the [BEEP] starter [BEEP] around make you martyr I'll make you famous, turn around and make you nameless Cause you never understood how vital to me this rap game is Save it, and hold that, you catch a hot one Rhymes will chase a fake [BEEP] down soon as i spot one CHORUS: Full clip, do you wanna mess with this Gang Starr, 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, one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good, so i suggest you take a rest VERSE 2: So if you stand in my way, I'ma 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 They wanna see the god cacth an L, its 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 [BEEP] in the ring with you, impossible to drop I'm like two magazines fully loaded to your one Plus I aint gonna quit spittin, [BEEP] til your done Plus, more than ever I got my whole [BEEP] together More than a decade of hits, that'll live forever Catchin rep off my name, your bound to fry Know how many niggers that I know, thats down to die We never fail and we aint never been frail You niggas talk crime, but your scared of jail CHROUS VERSE 3:
Attackin like a slick apache Lyrics are trigger happy Blowin back your wig piece just for the way you lookin at me Cock back, blow I hit you up right now I dunno why so many yall wanna be thugs anyhow Face the consiquence, of your childish nonsense I can make your head explode just by my lyrical content Get you in my scope and metophorically snipe ya I never liked ya, I gased that [BEEP] and then ignite ya The flamethrower, make your peeps afraid to know ya How many times i told ya, play your position small soldier My heart is colder, makes me want to resort to violence Stop beatin me in the head son, nah I'm not buyin it I'm ready to blast, ready surpass and harass I'm ready to flip, yea, and 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