Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F.A.L.A., artist - Gang Starr. Date of issue: 07.03.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
F.A.L.A. |
| Word to Joe Frazier got ta do what pays ya |
| Give a nigga pain like dysplasia |
| But close your hips in nigga you can’t win |
| I walk around with a scowl and a grin |
| Parties try to rock me chicks try to clock me |
| Niggas try to block me but they can’t stop me |
| I’m a bad man understand where I come from |
| Treatin' niggas dumb, as I drink my rum |
| I’m a mad man, I get respect with the Tec |
| Put punks in check, Shug’s on the set |
| I’m the one with the game, the twelve round |
| Crack to the concrete, from the underground |
| I’m a bad nigga, how do you figure to take me |
| You cannot break me, so don’t mistake me |
| For your brother, I’m not a punk motherfucker see |
| I did my time, and now I’m free |
| I’m a dope one, ready to rip and wreck shop |
| I will not stop, I won’t be dropped by the cops |
| I’m bad, understand me with the game I kick |
| I got crazy bitches like a Trojan on my dick |
| Yo Hobb we got more rep than Lucky Luciano |
| Suckers we wet to the sound of the dope piano |
| This is something you can’t handle, here’s one example |
| I got your head as a trophy up on the mantle |
| Each and every sect we wreck, the crowd’s electrified |
| Mystified, you get dissed, when you try, you die |
| Fish niggas, they get fried upon my skillet |
| I kill it, fuck it, my shit is on hit |
| And hittin' you blaow (BLAOW) so what you want to do now? |
| You stepped up, I whacked ya, you crept up, I smacked ya |
| Got infinite length, with the strength of a real master |
| If you don’t bow down now you’ll get plowed down now |
| You know, like POW |
| Fuck around, lay around, do or die (Repeat x3) |
| So fuck around, lay around, do or die |
| Fuck around, lay around, do or die (Repeat x2) |
| «You figgedy fuck around, you lay around» |
| Word to Mike Tyson, hit you quick like lightnin' |
| Swing my left jab first, and then come in with the right |
| Cold deck ya, nah I could never respect a |
| Punk like you, you get dropped like one two |
| And you’re out son, just like a one round bout son |
| The outcome, is that you’ll get that ass hung |
| Easily, swiftly, you’ew stupid you can’t get with me |
| Fuck around, lay around, do or die (Repeat x2) |
| I said fuck around, lay around, do or die |
| Fumin! |
| Hey, I’m boomin' down on niggas |
| I figure, how could they take out a big nigga |
| They don’t know, so I don’t never give em a clue |
| That’s you and you and you, and oh yeah you |
| You can’t get with this or take me down |
| I’m always laughin' haha 'cause you punks are clowns |
| Since I’m passin' emcees, with my skill |
| I’m up on the hill, and I force them dudes to chill |
| Rippin' up shit as I do, because I’m violent |
| That’s why when I walk in the room, punks are silent |
| My name is Shug, as if you didn’t know |
| I’m pimpin' hard, and punks are just a hoe |
| Fuck around, lay around, do or die (Repeat x2) |
| I said you fuck around, lay around, do or die |
| Fuck around, lay around, do or die |
| I said you fuck around, lay around, do or die |
| Fuck around, lay around, do or die (Repeat x2) |
| «You figgedy fuck around, you lay around» |
| Yea yea that’s Shug for ninety-three |
| I want to say whattup to all my people, yaknowhatI’msayin? |
| We got the Guru in the house, and my man Lil' Dap |
| Showin' motherfuckers where we’re truly at |
| I want to say whattup to my homegirl, my main girl and my kids |
| Whassup Kerry, Marie and Lisa how y’all chillin'? |
| I know y’all in the motherfuckin' house too, yea! |
| I like to say whattup also, to all the peoples back home |
| That know what time it is, and the niggas tryin' to get real |
| And on that note, right |
| I’ma get the fuck up out of here |
| «You figgedy fuck around, you lay around» |